Here is another One-Shot.
I do not own Tower of God.
Enjoy!
Henry Joe, was an Otaku.
And proud.
He had first stumbled onto the miracle of life at the tender age of 14, why it had taken so long was because living in Britain meant that they hardly ever show anything solid from the Anime world and the only way to find out was through the internet and bookstores like 'Waterstones'.
For some reason Manga was frowned upon by those who were adults and if you want to go into a manga related job, Britain was one of the worst places to go and many ended up moving to Japan or some other parts of Asian to find work which was welcomed with open arms.
Ever since his discovery, he had been obsessed with Japanese cartoons especially the classics like 'inuyasha' and even 'Sailor moon' despite them mostly aimed at females.
His room was stock high with Japanese cartoon related stuff and because of that, he wasn't really popular when it came to woman, after all he did have a driver's license to get some women looking for ride.
Unlike most stereotype type Otaku, he wasn't fat and he certainly had a job, after all how would he get the money to buy even more Japanese related stuff?
Not only did he discover Manga and Anime but five year later, he discovered Web toons also, which was like he was finally seeing the world for the first time.
He read everything from Nobless to Transfer Student Storm bringer, both great reads by the way.
So how did he die?
It was simple.
He was dusting off his magic girl collection when some dust went up his nose, he sneezed and flow a good centimetres, knocking over the water that was on the table.
The water before he could stop it, went straight for the plug underneath it and the power went out.
Henry not able to see, tried to navigate his way around the house, looking for a torchlight and just his luck, someone had decided it was nice to rob him at that moment.
A light was shone in his eyes, revealing his face but he could also see an older, rougher looking man face who seemed very surprised to see him and before he could react.
The man ran straight at him with a knife.
The knife went straight to his chest and he tried to scream for help but the next blow, went straight for his neck without mercy, as the man had a crazed gleam in his eyes as he continued to stab him, one after the other in the endless vicious system.
Once the man came to his senses, the man looked horrified at what he done but not horrified enough for him to stop trying to steal things while say 'what the fuck' when he saw all the dolls and videos, not caring about the fact, Henry was lying down bleeding to death.
The man gave him one last look before breaking the door open and walking out, only to be spot by the woman who usually went out to walk her dog.
The woman screamed when she saw the blood and the man swore and ran, Henry stayed alive long enough to hear the woman dial 911, after he was discovered and many people began to fill into his small apartment.
"Stay with Henry" His next door neighbour said, trying to pull him into a sitting position but it just speed up, the amount of blood he was losing as the man swore and the ambulance people finally arriving and started trying to keep him alive.
He faintly heard people crying in the background, he wasn't sure if it was because they were seeing a dead body for the first time or that because the situation called for it.
He just wanted to sleep.
"HEY MAN, STAY AWAKE. DO NOT GIVE UP!" One man yelled.
He felt so sleep.
Henry had finally giving in to the darkness.
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Henry was suddenly blinded by Light and before he know what was happening, his eyes were open only to be met with blurriness and his eye sight was shot down, all he could see was blurry shapes and all he could hear was whispers in some foreign language.
He tried to move but for some reason his body wouldn't cooperate with him.
He felt so helpless, all he could do was wait and hope his situation became better and thankful it did.
As each day went by, his eye sight slowly began to improve and he found himself in some kind of leafy house full of giant people with animistic features, the male of the house had leopard ears on top of head and the female had cat ears, anyone that came were also sporting some kind of animal ears.
He finally got a good look at himself through a shiny object and was shocked at what he found.
He saw a small baby sporting gray Leopard ears.
He screamed himself hoarse before his body gave out and he was consumed by darkness.
But even in darkness he was still screaming inwardly at his situation.
Calm down Henry He told himself.
That's when it hit him.
He had died.
He wanted to go into enough panic attack and go into denial about his situation but nothing else made sense.
Why else was he in the form a baby animal thing if he hadn't died and been reborn?
The more he thought about it, the more he started to like the thought of having animal ears, a lot of cartoon shows feature Animal Hybrids and they were all pretty kick ass, he himself had purchased a lot of animal girls and would shamelessly hop around with different kinds of animal ears and pretend to one of his favourite Cat girls.
Of course in the comfort of his own home of course, where nobody could see him.
Now he was exactly looking forward to having heighten abilities.
He woke up to see his new 'parents' looking over him with worry, he gave them a toothless smile which made the female squealing and the male sigh in relief.
His new name was Irk and the planet he was on, was not earth.
Imagine his shock when he was finally taken outside to find not one or two, but six suns sporting in the sky, all of them were a fair distance away from each other and even though he know it was a couple of a thousand degrees outside, he was completely fine and wobbling about, while trying to learn the strange language of the planet.
Five years had passed blissfully in peace before he began to realise he wasn't normal.
Not even a week after his birthday, he started hearing voices.
At first he thought it was all in his head but the voices staidly became louder and he was soon out to hunt the source of the voices.
He didn't have much luck since with each direction, the voices were at the same level before he just sat down, in the blazing heat, where his shadow was in front of him and he was shocked at what he saw.
His own shadow sprung to life and started talking to him, nobody else could hear it but him, at first he was beyond freaked out but after a while, his curiosity got the better of him and he felt like an idiot when he began talking back to his own shadow.
The shadow responded.
The shadow called him a 'Master Shadow Walker' something that was never been seen before, after all, who hears their own shadow talking without being shipped to the mental hospital?
The shadow was happy to answer all his questions about what the title was and what that meant for him.
A Master Shadow Walker was someone who could communicate and control the shadows of anything or anyone.
It was truly a frightening ability to have, after all nobody could escape from your own shadow, if he willed it, he could have someone shadows swallow a person whole and all the information and ability that person had, would be transferred to him.
The ability was truly overpowered and if it got out that he had such an ability, it would send the whole world into mess panic.
So he hid the ability only using the ability in secret, he left home at 18 to travel the world and had adopted a quite lazily personality, he acted like he could take care of everything with ease, he took up Smoking because he thought it would make him look badass and he was right.
He only ate through his shadows, to keep up the pretence of being normal, he eat normal food while in reality he ate anything that happen to look tasty to his eyes and was standing alone.
For some reason he felt like he was being watched, it bugging him at the back of his mind, there was no doubt in his mind that someone was collecting data on him so that meant he had to be extra careful of what he did, he didn't want to clue anyone into what he could do.
He practised Martial Arts in his spear time and hardly used his power when fighting, he would rely on his hand to hand combat training and considering how everyone had the ability to fight, he saw some very interesting powers with each battle while his opponent would 'mysteriously' disappear not even a week later and secretly get added to his book of talent and skills.
Irk soon found himself pretty bored when you're so OP that nobody could stop you, that's when he noticed something coming down from the sky.
It looked like a door to something, his curiosity peaked and he got closer.
He saw a large man sporting dog ears with some kind of staff, the man looked very pleased with himself.
"AT LEAST, THE TOWER OF GOD IS OPENED!" The man yelled, having yet to pick up he was being watched. "THE PATH OF FAME AND FORTUNE IS BEFORE ME! ONCE I'VE REQUIRED POWER, I'LL COME BACK AND BE CROWNED THE RULER OF THIS WORLD! AND NOBODY CAN STOP M-"the man was cut off as he was suddenly sent flying with a knee to the face.
The forces was so strong that the man died on impact.
Irk stood in front of the corps and had the shadows, discreetly absorb the body before he turned towards the gate.
He lit a new cigarette and smoked right in front of the door, on the outside he was perfect image of calm but on the inside, his mind was whirling as he looked at the door.
Tower of GOD?
Why did that sound familiar to him?
His mind went back to the time when he was human and went to a certain site he had bookmarked.
The door looking why too familiar for his liking.
But it wasn't possible.
To think he wasn't just reincarnated as an Alien but in a web comic no less.
He wondered if he should go through or not.
Eventually the fact that the door was closing before his very eyes, quicken his decision and he smirked, filling his lungs with smoke, the shadows encased his lungs, filtering all the harmfully substances and making it safe for his body.
He walked towards the door and grabbed hold of it, before pushing it wide open.
He whistle and put his hands in his pockets and walked through the door as if he was taking a stroll through the park.
He was looking forward to seeing what the Tower had for him.
Another irregular had entered the tower.
And scene!
Here is another One-Shot, boy I'm on fire today. If this is popular, I may think of continuing this but until then, this story is up for adoption to anybody. If I do decide to continue this, Irk will only use his power when he has no other choice and his layback attitude will unnerve a lot of them as he goes from one level to the next as people try to figure out what his special ability is. Review!