Forty-eight hours into this world, I encountered my first major obstacle.

The smell.

God did these people smell awful, they all reeked of shit, all in varying degrees of intensity. I've been around my fair share of sweaty autists at the gym, but man, being in a barracks with pubescent teens in the summer was like scuba diving through sewage while the stench of rotten eggs taints your only source of oxygen.

To my dismay, not even Mikasa or cute little Historia were an exception to this rule and don't even get me started on Sasha, they all smelled, some less than others. And if that wasn't enough, I once read in an interview that everyone had skid marks in their underwear, I wasn't an exception, thanks Isayama.

Funny enough I wasn't the only one that had trouble adjusting. I noticed Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt suffering through this as well. Even Floch, who had returned from a time where the island had progressed to a point where smelling like shit was socially unacceptable.

Thank god there were showers in this backwater shithole, I thought for sure that such a thing was a luxury only permitted to the MP and those of higher status. The only drawback was that the water was always cold as ice unless you go through the effort of heating it yourself, and you had to share the bars of soap around while only benefitting from a mere ten minutes to unfuck your body odor situation. Floch and I decided to store our own soap in a hollowed out crevice in the wall, to avoid sharing it with these smelly goobers.

I've decided that this world fucking sucked purely on the basis of hygiene alone, nevermind the perpetual war and destruction. And then there was the food, it was literal pig feed, but even that had more flavors in it. I am now genuinely convinced that only a psychopath with a penchant for masochism would want to live in this world, that or the Amish.

They never mention this part of getting teleported to another world do they? I definitely needed more time to get used to it, days ago I could comfortably shower at my home or have anything at my doorstep in the blink of an eye thanks to same day shipping. There was also Pizza, hamburgers, Milkshakes, and so much more. Activities had more variety than just getting drunk or eating the same apple pie at the same festival your entire life while your bitch wife gets fucked by the bard at your local tavern.

On the bright side, I no longer had to worry about gypsies.

I had to get to the good part quick, before the bordeom killed me, I'm begining to question if everyone else remained sentient in-between scenes because there was a lot more downtime than we knew what to do with. Speaking of being killed, my chances of that have increased after I passed the balance test and could officially become part of the military, thanks to Floch's help, not that I needed it. Probably.

Turns out, Floch can be quiet resourceful when I'm not dumbing him down for plot convenience. The bastard already spent the entire previous night awake mapping out our plans for the future, mostly his own experiences with the inner workings of the brass and the church. Which included places we could safely use and operate from, people of interest, and so on, it is at this point that I realized that Erwin's coup had barely changed anything besides a few seat swaps.

I mean for fuck's sake, the church of the walls was still active and hadn't been dissolved even after everything that happened in the original timeline. In fact, they had worked hand in hand with the newly established junta after all the damages and atrocities they were complicit in.

I decided I wouldn't be having that, because as I've stated previously, there is only one god in this story, and it sure as shit ain't fifty meters of skin cement. I was the only god that mattered to this world and today, god was struggling with a few push-ups, curse this scrawny body.

"You're killing those push-ups, keep it up, Eren." I heard someone chuckle behind me.

"Shut up." I looked up at Floch with mild annoyance, getting back up on my feet as he handed me a clean rag to wipe myself with. "So... is everything sorted out?" I asked cautiously, I had problems knowing what to say in these interactions.

He nodded back at me, as we moved to sit in the shade beneath the walls of the camp. "The security gets a little lax on the weekends, we can slip out to the neighboring cities and be back before anyone takes notice." He suddenly burrowed his brows. "But in your case, Mikasa or Armin could cause us trouble."

"It's fine, I've already decided they needed to be in on this." I said, and I quickly realized I needed to pick my next words carefully.

He narrowed his eyes at me dangerously. "Excuse me? I don't think I heard that right, can you repeat that?" His lips curled into a sneer. "You mean the same Armin and Mikasa that killed my men, no- our people for the sake of some strangers overseas? I watched her crush a man's skull with the side of his own pistol, his own fucking pistol, one of many, while Armin and Connie murdered Daz and Samuel in cold blood, those are the Armin and Mikasa you're talking about, right?"

Seeing how angry and apprehensive he became, I quickly rushed to clarify. "I am... aware of certain things. But no, I have no plans to let them in on that. In fact, I've decided to change my approach when it came to Armin and others." I began, but he still looked tense. "But I need Mikasa's help, I won't be able to handle my first transformation and she will be an excellent safety net in case things go wrong."

"Eren, surely you-" He tried to argue but I cut him off.

"She can be trusted with this and only this, anything else strictly remains between you and I until the foreseeable future."

He frowned, averting his gaze. "I don't like it, but if you think it's necessary then I won't argue any further... What about Historia?" He craned his neck to look back at me.

"What about her?" I raised a brow.

"I figured since you two were close you'd like to have her work with us again, besides;" He pointed ahead, and I turned to look into the distance where I found the blonde girl in question chatting with Ymir and Sasha behind the girls' barracks. "They're a package deal, can't have one without the other. So what's our stance on the wildcard possessing the Jaws?"

My mind flashed back to all the scenes detailing the girl's life, and all the decisions she had made and why she had made them. She wasn't my enemy, she was just a friend and an ally waiting to be made, and kept.

"I'll allow it, she's going nowhere this time around. Count on that." I stated and he hummed in acknowledgement. "I'll be telling Mikasa and Armin about my status as a titan tonight, pretend you're in the dark, I have no way of explaining my connection to you so Armin will know something's up."

"Got it." Floch sighed, then stood up and took his leave. "Later, Eren. For your sake, I hope you know what you're doing" He looked away and down to the side. "But then again, I never had a reason to doubt you all those months."

I wish I could tell the poor bastard, I watched him retreat before I set my sights back on Ymir, Historia, and Sasha. It was at that moment that I decided to join their conversation, I've yet to speak to any of them and I wouldn't want three of the most important characters to be strangers to me. This also had nothing to do with my sudden desire to build a harem.

Being the lady killer I was, I opened up with my greatest line. "What are you guys up to?"

They all turned to me in sync, becoming the center of attention. Ymir spoke up first, in a dry tone. "Ah, It's you. Yeager, right? The idiot shouting about wanting to fight the titans back in the mess hall."

I could tell it was an honor, I didn't know it yet, but my work was already cut out for me.

"We just talked about this, don't be rude." Historia chastised, before she looked back at me. "Hello, Eren."

I greeted back awkwardly. "Uhh, yes, hi."

"Howd-... H-hello." Sasha spoke, catching herself mid-sentence before adjusting her accent with a splutter, causing Ymir to snort.

"So, what do you want?" Ymir said, and I immediately felt some pressure from her gaze.

"Well, I thought It'd be good If I came and introduced myself to you guys." I explained, and she raised an eyebrow at that. "Get to know you guys better and all that, right?" I forced myself to grin to sell it even further, nervously hoping it would work out. I gotta hand it to the pedophiles, talking to twelve year old girls wasn't easy.

"Interesting, why now? It's already been three days and aside from those two friends of yours you've only been buddy buddy with that guy with the awful hairdo. Did you think you were better than us or something simply because you wanted to go poke some titan in the ass?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"That's a lot of attitude and assumptions for someone who's trying to be nice here." I glared back at her.

Historia decided to step in before things could get ugly. "Ymir, stop it already, there's no need for this."

She glanced down at the blonde then back at me and closed her eyes with the click of her tongue, she leaned on her left leg and placed a hand on her hip, fixing me with an unamused look. "You're taking his side? He doesn't even know your name."

"She's Krista Lenz, that's Sasha Blouse, and you're just Ymir. I'm Eren Yeager, it's a pleasure to meet all of you. We're going to be seeing each other a lot more these next three years, so I hope we can all get along well!" I introduced myself with a grin, and that seemed to put her in her place. "And sorry about that, I've been dealing with some issues the last couple of days so I hadn't approached anybody, still, better late than never, right?"

"Y-Yea, and likewise it is a pleasure to meet you!" Sasha replied with a forced tone, still trying to mask her accent for whatever reason, much to Ymir's amusement.

"Nice to meet you as well, Eren." Historia smiled, it was a lot cuter seeing her flash that bright fake smile in person than it was seeing it on screen.

"Whatever," Ymir simply said.

The conversation went surprisingly great from there and the three were quick to warm up to me in their own way, we found a spot to sit at and all shared a few stories to kill time. I didn't want to say it, but these girls were mature for their age, save for Sasha. Naturally, I had to lie a little about my childhood since I wasn't actually who I claimed to be, I had a feeling Sasha was the only one telling the truth among us. Hah, among us.

I was in the middle of chuckling at Sasha's antics when I felt a threatening presence to my right, and turned to find Mikasa glancing down at me with a dead gaze. My body went completely cold at the sight, goosebumps forming all over my skin, shit, she looked fucking terrifying. "H-hey, Mikasa, care to join us?"

"It's nearly time for dinner, Eren." She informed me, completely ignoring my invitation, and the rest of the girls for that matter. But true enough, the sun was nearly setting so they'd be ringing the bell soon. Sasha blanked out at the mention of dinner and quickly ran to the mess hall like a speed demon, leaving us all slightly startled.

"R-right, it was great meeting you two." I said, giving Historia and Ymir a quick wave before I stood up and left with her.

"It's good that you're making new friends, Eren." She praised coolly, I bet it was.

"Yeah, I mean, might as well right? We'll all be here together for quite a while." I replied nonchalantly, trying my hardest to act oblivious.

"I see." She muttered.

It was during that brief conversation that I stumbled upon the second obstacle to my growing ambitions. Mikasa would much rather support me in doing a full rumbling than to ever share me with another woman, in fact if any woman showed overt interest in me overseas, I'm willing to bet she'd somehow find a way to join the rest of the colossals in stomping out the outside world. That, or cut my head off.

There was also another issue. All of these girls were way too young for my taste, save for maybe Ymir, but then that's an entire debate in of itself. She's technically old enough to be my great-grandmother, but mentally and physically, she's a twelve year old with quite the sharp tongue. Then there was the society we lived in, I doubt polygamy is socially acceptable or recognized by the church of the walls, after all, we're well past the days of king Fritz and his concubines.

I briefly wondered if this world had a version of Islam I could convert to, so that my harem would be more ethical.

I sighed, being god was proving to be challenging, what kind of self-indulgent fantasy doesn't include hundreds of women grovelling at my feet and begging to be impregnated by me?

First world problems amirite?

"Dude, trust me, putting quotes from the show that vaguely relate to your scenes will make this story look so much better than it actually is." - Discord friend 2022 AD, To UberKreisler after presenting his first draft of Seeking The Devil.

Dinner went by smoothly, and I mean that in the literal sense, this food was flavorless slop.

I turned to Mikasa and Armin, both still preoccupied with their dinner, before I glanced over my shoulders to find Floch fixing me with an intense glare. I frowned and looked away, nervously fidgeting my leg. How the fuck was I supposed to initiate this conversation? I couldn't think of anything to say that would ease these two into it. Still, I needed them to know, I had to get the hang of transforming into a titan soon, because I am not letting those other three live a second longer than necessary.

"Eren," Armin began, wiping his mouth with a piece of cloth before he turned to face me. "Is everything alright? You're been on edge this entire time, I can feel the vibrations of your leg."

Mikasa who was seated opposite of me frowned, and inspected below the table to find that indeed, it was bouncing up and down frantically, it was at that point that I went still and sighed. "There's really no easy way to break this to you guys, is there?" Much to their confusion, I chose to simply stand up instead of elaborating. "Come with me."

I could tell Floch's eyes were glued to our backs the entire walk out of the mess hall, we went outside and I led them to one of the guard towers where we walked up to the top for some privacy. Mikasa and Armin sat next to eachother after I motioned for them while I sat with my back against the half-wall opposite to them, disguising my anxiousness with nonchalance as I replayed over the conversation in my head repeatedly.

"Eren, what is this about?" Armin began, his feature pinched with worry. "I could tell something was bothering you the last couple of days since the test, so if we can help you, please don't hesitate to tell us."

"Armin's right Eren, so don't be shy, we're family." Mikasa supplied.

"Yeah..." I began awkwardly. "So, basically..."

Shit, what do I say? They'll accept it regardles, but what the hell do I actually say? Why didn't I give it more thought and plan it beforehand?!

"Remember... How I said... I'm gonna kill all those titans way back in Shiganshina?" I improvised and they both nodded.

"Yes?" Armin replied, tilting his head in confusion.

"Weeeelllll, what if I told you that I'm actually one of them?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"I'm a titan."

"Okay?" Armin looked back at me like I was extremely special, unsure what to make of my declaration.

I shook my head. "No, you don't get it, I'm an actual titan, I can turn into one, I found out recently."

"E-Eren, I think you may have hit your head too hard the other day, I should have paid more attention to you, I'm sorry..." Armin muttered apologetically.

"I'm being serious."

Mikasa shook her head, brows knitting into a frown.. "Are you sure everything is fine? Armin, maybe he's delirious from not eating enough."

Armin grabbed his chin in thought and nodded back at her, both ignoring me. "That could be possible..."

"Fine, you leave me no choice, I didn't want to do this but I have to prove it to you, right?"

I pulled out a pocket knife, those two didn't get enough time to process what I was about to do when they witnessed me chopping off my own index finger, the knife was sharp enough that I decided to dive into it without much thought lest I hesitated. "AGHHH! FUCK!" I cried out like a bitch, horrifying them both as my finger thudded against the floor, blood seeping out profusely from the stump.

"E-Eren! why?!"

"What did you do?!"

Mikasa rushed to my side and grabbed hold of my hands, gazing down in horror at my missing finger. I ignored them and instead focused on my index finger, surprisingly, the pain began to fade away and was instead replaced by warmth and a needle like sensation. It was a little dark so they hadn't noticed yet, but when I showed them that my steaming finger began to grow back, the two froze and kept gazing at the digit like deer caught in headlights.

"S-see, I told you, I'm a titan and this is just one of my many powers." I declared. "I really don't want to do that again, so please believe me" I grumbled as I reached down to grab the piece of my finger and wrapped it, I'd have to clean the blood later too. "So?"

I heard a thud as I glanced up, Armin was sprawled on the floor out cold while Mikasa gave me a stern, apprehensive look.

"Sooooo, Mikasa, any questions?"

There was many, many, many questions after that, but I managed to answer all of them to the best of my ability.

Armin and Mikasa were a little shaken by my revelation but otherwise, they took it better than I had expected. I hadn't told them about the curse yet, or where I had gotten my powers from but that's one of those things they'll find out on their own with enough time. Once I had quenched their thirst for the truth, I told them about how I wanted to test out my abilities.

Both were a bit hesitant since I'd be turning into a titan right infront of them but agreed to help nonetheless and that's when Floch came into the picture, conveniently stepping out of the shadows and offering his assistance on the pretense of having overheard us.

Mikasa took it as motivation to improve herself even further, as if she wasn't already dusting everyone. Floch grumbled to me about how unfair it was, for a scout veteran to be completely outperformed by a twelve year old at every turn, forgetting he was now twevle again as well. As for Armin, what he lacked physically, he made up for academically. That was also another piece of the puzzle that was my continuous torture in this new world, we had to take actual classes when we weren't training or messing around in the barracks.

And so, the days progressed at an agonizing pace. When it came time for Floch and I to leave and begin our journey for world conques- island defense, I felt a surge of excitement. We slipped out right around dinner time, our first target was a Garrison soldier, what made him special was that he was part of the sub-division of Garrison troops that worked underneath the jurisdiction of the MP.

He initially brushed us off and told us to go back home to our parents, but once Floch brandished a double barreled pistol and began blackmailing him with secrets the man was sure he was going to take to his grave, he became reasonably cooperative at record speed. And just like that, we now had access to information, funding and additional manpower. This pattern carried on for a few weeks, until we had a spy network set up in three neighboring cities, Trost, Ehrmich and Mitras.

Back at bootcamp, things carried on as usual. We trained, and we fucked around doing fuck all but counting the days until my first attempt at transformation. My relationships with the other cadets were steadily improving as well, until the friendgroup from canon formed itself. It wasn't hard to play pretend with Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt, the three were nonethewise about our activities. I made sure to cover my tracks well so that no plot bullshit would suddenly make them aware or suspicious, their deaths were going to be anticlimactic and without any convolution.

Historia, Ymir, Mina and all the others were great to get to know in person, I also found Connie and Sasha's antics even funnier when I had a front row seat, and that Bastard Jean insisted on being my rival for Mikasa's love once again but Marco kept him at bay for the most part. It was a simple life for now, soon enough, I got used to it to the point where I had nothing to complain about anymore.

Five months passed, and both Floch and Mikasa were finally confident in their abilities to subdue me in case I went rampaging in my titan form. The day they gave us the weekend off to visit our families or fuck around in the neighboring cities, Mikasa, Armin, Floch and I made our way out of the training camp and made an hour long journey deep into the wilderness of Wall Rose with smuggled ODM gear, until we stumbled upon the perfect spot for me to transform. It was a rock formation at the foot of a mountain that Floch and I were both sure would be sufficient to trap at least half of my body beneath, making it easier for him and Mikasa to do their job of pulling me out of the nape.

"Alright, here goes! Get ready!" I shouted at them, the two were hidden behind trees while Armin kept a safer distance, ready to resupply them both in case things went wrong.

I stared down at my palm, I tried to bite down hard to draw blood as practice before, I really did. However, the pain was too much and it was too messy. Instead, I had Floch get me a custom ordered ring much like the one Annie had and I relied on that instead. I poked myself in the thumb as blood trickled down, making a mental note to transform by biting the base of my thumb later down the line to garner sympathy points from Levi Squad.

And with that thought, I focused on becoming taller, more muscular, with the ultimate jawline to mog them all.

That was pretty much the last thing I remembered, before it all went dark.

The next thing I knew, I woke up several feet away from where I had turned, I could see my dissolving titan body halfway stuck between the rocks, with only my torso and left arm poking out. I looked up to see a battered Floch and a sweaty Mikasa, both were still standing although the redhead had a few minor injuries, Armin was rushing towards us from a distance.

"Shit." I muttered, bringing my arms up to drape them over my face. "How did it go?"

"Better than expected." Floch huffed. "You nearly got me good, but it all worked out, so what are we thinking?"

"I shut off completely back there, the instant it happened it was lights out." I replied back.

He frowned and sat down tiredly. "I see, let's just catch our breath for now and wait until your corpse dissolves." Armin came to his side and began offering first aid, immediately taking care of the bruises and scratches on his face. I sat up with Mikasa's help and she sat down by my side. "That was... something... We'll try again, you can do this, Eren." She gave me a small reassuring smile.

"I know I can, thanks, Mikasa." I grinned back at her weakly, feeling spent from the whole ordeal.

"I still can't believe it, that was really intense..." I heard Armin mutter.

An hour later, we tried again, with better results this time, I was conscious, which was an improvement. However, my control was mediocre at best. I quickly came to realize there was a small amount of input lag between my thoughts and actions, which I confirmed by repeatedly opening and closing my hand. Eleven hours and two tries later, I was finally able to transform without needing to be trapped, and Floch guided me from below as he issued out simple instructions for me to follow while Mikasa stood guard.

By the end of the day, I was a weak, steaming, wreck, even with all the time I took to rest inbetween transformations. But at least I was one step closer to being god. We made our way back to the camp, having now gotten the hang of becoming a titan, soon enough, those three won't know what hit 'em.

The next morning after our return to camp, there was a massive fuss over the missing equipment and we were all collectively punished for an entire week as a result, but it was still worth it. It was at the end of that week that Floch walked up to me, with a grim expression. "I received word from one of our informants in Ehrmich, the Survey Corps is heading on another expedition south."

"I see, what's the issue?"

"It's their thirty-fourth expedition."

My eyes widened slightly. "The second brigade massacre."

He nodded. "We must do something about it while we can, we have the means to help. We can get some supplies down by Trost, so we won't have to worry about pissing off Shadis again."

I agreed, I sat up from my position on the ground and perched my elbows on my knees as I contemplated deeply. Seconds later, I looked up ahead with determination burning in my eyes.

"Tell Mikasa, we're gonna go do something stupid."

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