The Gamer:

Navarr's mind felt numb. For the moment, he was so numb he couldn't even comprehend and understand his existence, much less where he was now. Speaking of where he was, he was in a dark and endless void, just floating and barely existing. Two beings sat in elegant and pristine thrones, but their features were blurry and unidentifiable. "When the time comes, he needs to be ready! There are much worse thing out there other than the Titan's and Giant's! That's not even including other common pantheons, most of which are far more powerful and superior to the Greeks!" The one on the right yelled to the other figure. The figure on the left spoke, "He will be ready, with us helping him along the way, and possible support from other pantheons, he will be ready! He might lose a lot- hell- we might lose a lot, but we have no choice. The best we can do is give him this power, help, and hope for the best."

A sigh came from the figure on the right, "You are right as always, all we can hope is after his quests and adventures, he will be ready.". The figure pauses and then says, "Well, we might as well send him to his new home, the sooner the better." They both proceed to send Navarr's body across the cosmos, into earth. Where his story of Gods, Monsters, and other once unimaginable things, has begun.