Genshin Impact: Reincarnated As Fenrir The God Of Chaos

Michael had always been an outcast, different from the others since childhood. Still, he managed to make a few good friends. But as time passed, those friends moved on with their lives, leaving him behind.

After graduating high school, he felt lost, unsure of what to do next. So, he stayed behind, helping his parents with their small business. Yet, no matter how much he tried to settle into this routine, an emptiness lingered—an unshakable feeling that he was meant for something more.

Then, war erupted between two nations. Society responded with outrage, protests flooding the streets—as if they could make a difference. But a question lingered: why do wars happen? The answer was simple—greed. Those in power let it consume them, sacrificing countless lives without hesitation.

And then there were those who believed in God. But where was He? They said He worked in mysterious ways, but Michael couldn't help but wonder—just look at what Earth had become. He gave humanity free will, yet darkness consumed the world, turning it into a terrible place. 

Michael exhaled slowly, sinking deeper into his chair as the glow of the television flickered across his face. Screams, explosions, and frantic news reports filled the room, yet the chaos felt distant—just another tragedy unfolding on a screen. His fingers tightened around the remote, hesitating for a moment before pressing the power button. The room fell into silence, the darkness swallowing the last remnants of the broadcast. He stared at the blank screen, his reflection staring back, weary and hollow.

Then, he stood up and stepped outside, leaving the safety of his home. As he walked toward the nearest convenience store, the cool night air brushed against his skin.

He was halfway across the street when the blaring horn of a truck shattered the quiet. Headlights bore down on him, too fast—too close. His body tensed, but there was no time to react.

The impact sent him flying. The world spun in a blur of pavement and flashing lights. Distant screams filled the air, growing fainter as darkness crept in. His vision blurred, his limbs heavy.

Then—nothing.

He drifted in nothingness, lost in a void where time had no meaning. No light, no sound—just an endless abyss. Then, something stirred. A force, unseen but undeniable, coiled around him, pulling him from the emptiness. It tightened, dragging him forward.

He had no control, no sense of direction—only the pull. Moments blurred together, stretching into eternity, until at last, voices echoed through the void.

"A young mortal soul from afar… not of this cosmos. Chosen by fate."

The voices carried the weight of eons, their words vast and unknowable.

"Your soul shall serve as a vessel to carry chaos. Any other from this cosmos would be corrupted."

Michael couldn't make out their words at first, the voices distant and muddled—until one thing became clear:

"You shall be known as Fenrir, the God of Chaos."

Then—silence.

A dark force seeped into him, cold and all-consuming. He gasped—not with lungs, but with something deeper, something primal. Sensation returned. Shape. Form. His existence coalesced, and for the first time in an eternity, he felt.

From the heavens, a ball of light blazed through the cosmos, hurtling toward a world teeming with life. It spiraled downward, drawn inexorably to the land below.

The night sky shimmered with countless stars. Beneath its glow, creatures slumbered while monsters prowled in the shadows. All paused, eyes lifted to the heavens, watching as a shooting star cut across the sky—unaware they were witnessing the birth of a god.

In an open field, nestled in soft grass, a small creature lay curled in sleep. Its fur was dark as the void, its breath steady and slow. A wolf pup.

Nearby, figures lurked in the shadows—goblins. Their glowing eyes fixated on the sleeping beast, drawn by the presence of both.

They whispered among themselves.

"Its power… we must feed it," they muttered in the goblin tongue.

"Yes, yes. Quickly, give your meat," one hissed.

The voices stirred him. A sharp breath, a flicker of awareness. His eyes fluttered open, the world around him spun into focus.

Green skin. Sharp teeth. Wide eyes. They filled his vision.

His mind reeled. What the hell?!

Instinct took over—he tried to leap to his feet, to stand—only to collapse. The ground met him hard, unfamiliar and unyielding. His limbs felt strange, unsteady. He tried again, legs trembling beneath him. Something was wrong.

He glanced down.

Paws.

His paws.

His breath hitched as the realization clawed through him, raw and undeniable.

I'm a dog! He screamed internally, panic surging through him. Struggling to stand, he stumbled, his legs refusing to cooperate.

Then it hit him.

His wide eyes darted to the strange creatures surrounding him—small, green-skinned, sharp-toothed. They looked like something straight out of an anime.

Wait… goblins. Shit—they're going to kill me!

Desperation kicked in. He tried to bolt, but his legs wobbled beneath him. The ground rushed up to meet him.

"Ouch…"

Wait—he didn't feel any pain. He pushed himself up onto all fours, confused.

Then he turned around—and froze. The goblins weren't attacking. Instead, they were offering him food.

His stomach growled, a deep, aching hunger clawing at him. Instinct took over. Keeping his distance, he snatched the food and tore into it, chewing cautiously.

Once he finished, he slowly backed away, using their distraction as his chance. He wandered through the grass until he stumbled upon a pond. Water?

His gaze dropped to the surface. The reflection staring back at him was a small wolf—sleek black fur and piercing green eyes.

He sat down, dread creeping in.

I was reborn…

My family. Mom. Dad…

He knew he should feel something—grief, sadness, anything—but the emotions never came.

Why the hell am I not panicking right now?

Wait… My name.

His mind grasped at nothing. He couldn't remember.

Then, a faint whisper brushed against his ear, distant yet clear.

Fenrir…

Fenrir? My name is Fenrir.

What kind of name was that?

He frowned, gazing up at the stars as if they held answers. Behind him, the goblins quietly followed, settling around him and beginning to make camp.

Are they a threat?

He didn't feel uneasy around them. That alone unsettled him.

But right now, he had bigger concerns. He needed to figure out where to go from here.