First I'd like to clarify a couple of points on the previous chapter.

  1. Yeah the MC was gullible. It comes from arrogance, how can they possibly hope to match up to his abilities?

  2. He obviously did expect a trap, but would you expect that the magic itself was the trap? Probably should have investigated why rifts were not opened willy nilly.

  3. If it wasn't obvious enough, the destination of the rift was magic itself. The 'grass plain' he pictured did nothing.

  4. Saul's opinion on light magic is based on what the empire knows and what they did know, it would be in their best opinions not to teach Jon.

  And I had a long explanation for the lack of scientific knowledge, but summarized up. The authorities believed Earth was worthless and left it at that.

  Now regarding my release schedule. I take far too long, we all agree on that. I'm going to cut down on the amount of PR I do on each chapter from several re-reads to a brisk scan for obvious errors.

  When I first started writing this, I didn't PR the first few chapters. But as I wrote I began to do more and more PR on each chapter until it reached a point where I dreaded the PR. Delaying it for weeks.

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  I don't even recall leaving the rift, I was suddenly in a room with my body lying on the ground. My body too heavy to move and my vision staring directly upwards. What I could see however was a blue sky, no sun despite light being everywhere.

  "Sit up and face me" a quiet voice spoke.

  I could feel my control over my body return, heavier than normal but I could move again. However my main concern was the voice, that debuff lift could not have been normal. Sitting up, I saw pillars of marble surrounding the open aired room. At the end of the room was a huge throne, and on the throne sat a simple man.

  Palms sweating and limbs feeling like jelly. I didn't dare stand up. It was obvious he wasn't human, surpassed anything human, and demeaned himself to my level for my benefit. I hated the feeling I got from his presence, of inferiority.

  "What do you want"

  I opened my mouth and closed it again. Would he care for such a trivial excuse?

  "You were tricked into coming here" he spoke.

  He could read my mind.

  "Are you of any use to me?"

  I couldn't think straight, but I doubted it.

  He lifted his hand, "Goodbye Jon"

  I could only close my eyes, accepting my fate. My fate was inevitable. But a second passed and another and I was still here. Cringing, I slowly opened my eyes as the god spoke quietly to himself.

  "Interesting"

  The god sat there on his throne, eyes on me as he thought. His hand was pointed towards me and as I watched, he slowly began to lower it.

  "Pawn" he muttered, a slight smile on his face.

  He looked at me and smiled evilly. "You entered my realm, and to my rules you will bow"

  I was going to live.

  "You say you are a gamer. So let me propose a game for you" he spoke with his mouth twisted in mirth. "80 worlds you must conquer, defeat, complete to the end. My game you will play, play to the end"

  I could feel something had happened, but I didn't know what. 80 worlds? I had to destroy 80 worlds?

  I was so screwed.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but he spoke first. "When we next meet, I'll permit you one question. Do not face me as a failure"

  My vision went black and a window started counting down

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  And just like that, I was in a new world.

  The floor underneath me was replaced with forest, oak trees rising about me. I sat in the middle of bushes and the nature about me was peaceful. But my heart was not still, I was scared, utterly terrified. The series of events I had been through, they were not normal. This was not normal. And I'm meant to take the world over 80 times?

  Reading it more than one time, I sighed in relief and a little of the despair that weighed me down disappeared. I was not going to conquer the worlds after all, but seemed to be doing a quest in different worlds. Far easier.

  My body felt like lead, a side-effect of my inventory carrying a lot of things and my stats having decreased. But I could still stand, and I wanted to look around first before doing anything.

  Getting up was difficult, my body still felt weak from the shock of betrayal and meeting with the God. But I could stand, and when I stood up I saw I was in the middle of bushes next to a dirt road, less than two hundred meters away I could see two people approaching dressed in dirty travelling clothes with leather backpacks slung over their shoulders.

  It seemed she was my princess. The next step was obvious, and cringing already I opened my stats.

  Oh, that didn't seem to be as bad as I had originally thought. The (9) next to my level seemed obvious enough and indicated what my actual combat level was. I couldn't possibly be fighting at a level 19 state, and if it had deleveled me then it would make it easier to gain back my stats. It seemed a good compromise.

  But for now.

  Stepping out of the bushes onto the road, I faced the two travellers as I held my arms up to show I was harmless.

  "Hi, I'm Jon"