Checkmate atheists. There is a God after all.

Of course, Albrecht never had any stake in that particular argument to begin with, considering how a degree in theology was an absolute meme, but it surely was a sign of a freer world that he could have such thoughts to begin with. The air was crisp, the plains were silent, the stone structures were mystifying. In his ears, the Goddess’s whispers reverberated, biding haste and caution in equal measures, her voice the voice of a myriad of individuals, a cacophonous melody that tugged at his heart. But while his faith endeared him towards the deity that freed him from his obligations as ‘Dietrich’, it was the wide open world that truly tugged at his heart.

He jumped up and, like a basketball-loving teen, smacked the top of the ‘shield’ pillar. Grinning wolfishly, he shifted into a cartwheel next, relishing the lightness of a body that still felt so incredibly hefty. There was mass here, muscle and meat so at odds with his former self. Reaching out with an ungloved hand, he plucked a strand of hair and marvelled at how the light green shone almost like gold in the sunlight, before immediately, as boys who suddenly reached the apex of puberty were inclined to do, stretching out the waistband of his dark trousers.

The moment he did so, the Frenzied Saint’s eyes widened.

Oh shit, blessed by the Goddess indeed.

Forget about the magical sword of stardust he could summon to his hand at a whim. Forget about the badass shield that rested on his back like a turtle ninja’s shell. Forget about his gravity-defying hair and the incredibly toned body that he attained without working out for a millisecond. This…[i]this[/i] is what privilege was.

[color=82ca9d][b]“Fuck yeah,”[/b][/color] he said, with the slight awkwardness of a teenager who still wasn’t sure if he really should be saying such naughty words. Then he giggle-smirked at how deep and masculine his own voice had become and suddenly felt like jumping up and doing something crazy again. Holy shit this was hype. Holy shit this was awesome. [color=82ca9d][b]“Holy shit, Goddess, this is actually super awesome. Thanks a lot, cause wowzers, this is gonna be fun!”[/b][/color] Another fist-pumping, before Albrecht’s fresh, amber eyes turned to the others.

A fly-infested hobo. A scaly. A mega goth. A midget pirate. And a…[i]oh, hello there, babe~![/i]

Calling it love at first sight was a lie, and a smarter part of Albrecht warned him of the reality of how literally everyone here was still a human on the inside, and not only that, but a human from Kurtzpel University, with an obscene amount of knowledge and zero emotional attachment, but Albrecht was feeling a mixture of supreme confidence and complete recklessness, fuelled by nothing more than the euphoria of having a new body.

With a confident [s]overexaggerated[/s] swagger and a surefooted [s]overexaggerated[/s] stride, Albrecht promptly ignored all possibility of neighboring danger with the excuse of ‘getting to know his new travelling companions better’ and approached the white-haired elf with killer legs. He placed a hand on her shoulder, tilted his head, and smiled in the same way dudes from mints commercials did, and said one word.

[color=82ca9d][b][i]“Hey.”[/i][/b][/color]

In a hypothetical future a century later, tales of the Frenzied Saint’s legendary pick-up lines will inspire a million eager youths to replicate the same action, much to the exasperation of the fairer sex.