9 Steps to Godhood

Ryan slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was lying in a garbage-filled area, a massive wound on his head throbbing in agony.

"Ugh, it hurts," Ryan muttered to himself. "Who could be so immoral as to beat me up this badly and throw me in a garbage station?"

As he struggled to sit up, Ryan's confusion deepened. He looked down at his body and saw that it had changed. His mind reeled as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

After a few moments, Ryan sadly accepted that he had transversed into a different world. He had read enough novels and been exposed to enough information to have a vivid imagination, but this was real.

Ryan gingerly got to his feet, surveying his surroundings. He found himself in a filthy, rundown area filled with garbage and sewage. A foul stench filled the air, making his stomach churn.

Ryan's eyes scanned the ground, hoping to find something that would prove his identity or provide a clue about his situation. All he found were coarse, tattered clothes on his body.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks: he had left behind his relatives, his friends and easygoing lifestyle. Ryan had been on the path to financial freedom after getting a job, and now it was all gone.

Along with physical pain , now he is suffering from psychological pain too.

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"Judging by the coarse fabric of his clothes and the squalid surroundings, Ryan estimated that he had arrived in the medieval period , a time when superstition and disease ran rampant."

Tears pricked at the corners of Ryan's eyes as he thought about his situation. He was in a strange, unfamiliar world with no idea how to get back home.

Just then, Ryan heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see two well-built men standing before him, their eyes fixed intently on him.

One of the men spoke up, his voice firm. "Yo, Ryan. Do you really think you can escape from Viscount?"

Ryan's confusion deepened. What Viscount? And how did these men know his name?

The other man chimed in, his voice equally firm. "Even if you escape now, the poison will kill you in three days. Come back with us cooperatively, and we might be able to save you from a painful death."

Ryan knew he had no choice. He was in a bad state, with a wounded head, a hungry body, and no training to take on the two men. He reluctantly agreed to follow them.

As they led Ryan away, he couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. What was Viscount's role in all this? And what was the nature of the poison that threatened his life?

Ryan's journey had just begun, and he had no idea what challenges and dangers lay in store for him.