My SSS-Rank Gluttony Talent: I Can Evolve Limitlessly - Chapter 10: Improved attributes

He was once a name whispered in terror.A Demon King no army could challenge. No god could judge. No fate could bind.But he didn’t fall in battle.He walked away.Immortality became dull. Victory became predictable. The world stopped pushing back. And for someone who was born to conquer limits… boredom was the only true enemy left.So Anos chose death.Reborn as a human in a fragile, uncertain world, he expects weakness, struggle—maybe even humility.Instead, something else awakens.A system woven from hearts, fate, and supremacy.A power that doesn’t just measure strength… it measures influence, dominance, connection, desire.The universe is watching.And somewhere in the silence between worlds, a former god of destruction begins carving a new path—one not toward simple conquest… but toward something higher.Beyond heroes.Beyond destiny.Beyond the very laws that once defined him.This isn’t a story about redemption.It’s about evolution.From Demon King…To something the cosmos itself may not be ready for.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic.Why isn't it in the fan-fics then?Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic.Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this.If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

The world had started doomsday, and I struggled for a year, before I died under an enchanted beast’s claw. Heaven has given me another chance, back a day before the end happen. Will I be able to change my fate, and that of my loved ones? Now, I will start my journey on becoming the strongest on the planet that the Gods have changed into a game world.

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”