Reincarnated As Fenrir The God Of Chaos

The wind howled, rushing past Fenrir's black fur as he barreled forward, his green eyes locked onto the swarm of undead. His massive frame, far larger than any human's, crashed into the skeletons, bones splintering on impact. The sheer force sent them sprawling, but he didn't stop—his body moved with the strength and precision he had honed over the past five years. Combat had become second nature, each battle shaping him into a force of raw power.

"Fenrir! Now!"

The command barely registered before instinct took over. His breath turned to ice, a frigid blast sweeping over the approaching undead, freezing them solid.

Rose was already moving. Her sword flashed as she lunged, her blonde hair whipping behind her. Clad in a brown leather jacket over a white shirt, her boots dug into the soft earth as she struck with practiced efficiency. The frozen skeletons shattered under her blade, fragments scattering like broken glass.

Silence fell over the graveyard. The battle was over.

During their time at the academy, Fenrir trained alongside Rose. While she studied magic and swordsmanship, his training focused entirely on physical combat—a style that suited him far better. It was there that he discovered his affinity for ice, the only element he could wield, and he learned to harness it with precision.

Around that time, the war had begun shifting in favor of Floravelle, the kingdom named after the goddess Flora. The king deployed powerful mages, turning the tide and driving back the enemy. For a while, it seemed like peace had settled. But then, the monsters grew more erratic, their attacks more frequent.

I still remember the first monster I ever saw. A massive snake—it came out of nowhere and tried to swallow me whole. And it did. Let me tell you, that was a nasty experience. But just as I was trapped in its gut, my powers surged, and before I even realized it, the entire creature froze solid from the inside out.

Oh then Rose decided to join the guild, we worked our way up the ranks, and now here we were—Gold Rank, steadily climbing higher.

As Rose caught her breath, she glanced around at the remains of their latest commission, then grinned at Fenrir, giving him a thumbs-up.

Just then, a beautiful bird swooped down, landing gracefully on her shoulder with a letter in its beak. She smiled as she took it, unfolding the parchment.

"Another letter from Edric, I see," Fenrir teased with a smirk.

"Yeah, Yeah." she replied, brushing off his teasing as she quickly scribbled a response and sent the bird off again.

"Come on, let's head back and collect our reward," she said, stretching before they set off.

As they left the gloomy graveyard behind, Rose turned to him with a curious expression. "So, Fenrir, what about your love life? How's it going with Luna?"

He let out a sigh. "I've never felt the need to look for a partner."

The thought lingered in his mind. In his past life, he had never been in a serious relationship—he had even died a virgin. Even now, he felt no real attraction or desire. Maybe it was because he had been reborn, or maybe… maybe there was someone out there for him. But if there was, he had yet to meet them.

Shaking his fur, Fenrir glanced back at Rose. "C'mon, hop on," he said.

Without hesitation, Rose sprang onto his back, gripping him tightly as he surged forward. The wind whipped past them, ruffling his fur and brushing against his face. He ran, feeling the thrill of speed, his paws striking the ground with powerful thuds that left deep impressions in the dirt. The world blurred as they passed through the forest, the sun overhead shining brightly.

He darted through the trees, muscles rippling with every stride, and then splashed through a river, the cool water rushing past his legs. The hours seemed to slip away as he ran, never once feeling the fatigue that would have slowed any human.

It wasn't until the distant sight of a nearby town appeared on the horizon that Fenrir slowed. As they neared, a group of guards stepped forward, blocking their path. 

Fenrir gave a subtle nod to the guards. They recognized him instantly and waved them through without a word.

The guild hall was as lively as ever. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes filled the space, laughing, drinking, and sharing tales of their latest exploits. Fenrir carefully made his way toward the back, his large frame making it difficult to navigate through the crowded room. Rose, on the other hand, went straight to the counter to collect their earnings before returning with a large piece of meat for Fenrir.

"Here you go," she said, handing it to him. Without hesitation, Fenrir tore into the meat, finishing it in two quick bites. "That's good," he muttered, his hunger sated.

Rose sighed as she sat down beside him, her voice quieter now. "Fenrir, I don't know how long we'll be able to enjoy this freedom. I'll be getting married in the coming months, but I'm not upset about it. I love Edric, but I love this—the adventures, the freedom."

Fenrir didn't respond, not wanting anyone else to hear. Instead, he nudged her gently with his wolf head, a silent show of affection.

Then his power surged within him, a wild, chaotic force. He leaned down, whispering into Rose's ear, "I'm going out to train."

"Okay," she replied, her voice gentle. "I'll be getting a room. Stay safe," she added, reaching up to pet his ears softly.

Fenrir moved steadily, each step carrying him farther from the town. His body was a battleground, his power pressing relentlessly against his skin, straining for release.

The surge of energy grew overwhelming, and with it came whispers in his mind. He heard fragments—his name, "Fenrir," followed by something darker. Fenrir the… But the final word always slipped through his grasp. The only thing he could clearly make out was chaos. Fenrir the Chaos.

His body ached, the strain becoming unbearable. He could hold it no longer. With a roar, his chaotic energy erupted, his green eyes glowing fiercely. The raw power of his divinity surged within him, transforming the very air around him. His body swelled, growing larger, the weight of his true form awakening.

The sky seemed to shift as his form expanded. A voice, clear and resonant, echoed in his mind: You are Fenrir, the god of chaos.

The awakening rippled across all realms, a pulse felt by every being as the stir of a god's return echoed through existence. Fenrir, lost in the shock of the moment, could hardly grasp what was happening. Power unlike anything he had ever imagined surged through him, his body swelling to the size of a mountain.

What the fuck? I'm a god, he thought, the voice echoing in his mind as the weight of the realization crashed over him. Before he could process any more, a beam of light shot down from the heavens, its colors swirling and shifting like a thousand rainbows.

He turned back and saw the town, its people frozen in place, staring in disbelief at the sight before them—a god standing among them.

Wait, don't take me! he thought, panic rising as he was lifted into the air, pulled toward the unknown.