A man in his early-twenties stood in the center of the vastness of white space.
He was six-foot-four tall, his body sculpted with the kind of definition that looked chiseled from stone. Broad shoulders led down to powerful arms, every muscle fiber visible beneath his tanned skin. His chest was wide and solid, tapering into a lean, defined torso that spoke of raw strength and discipline.
His hair was a short blonde and his defined jawline framed his face.
He was one of the hottest male who had graced the Earth, but looking around, it doesn't look like Earth anymore.
"Where am I?"
Robert muttered and then in front of him, a golden radiance illuminated and lasted for three seconds. Moments after, the light diminished, giving form to a breathtaking figure that seemed beyond mortal comprehension.
A throne of gold and marble took shape first, carved with celestial patterns that glowed faintly like embers of starlight. Upon it sat a woman who exuded authority and grace. She was slender and ethereal, her long silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight down her back. Her eyes, golden and deep, seemed to pierce through Robert's very soul.
Majestic wings spread from her back, each feather glowing softly. She wore a flowing white gown adorned with intricate golden embroidery, the fabric shifting like it was made from divine light itself.
When she finally spoke, her voice was like a gentle chime carried through eternity—soft, soothing, yet impossible to ignore.
"Robert Anderson," she said, her gaze locking onto him. "You are in Heaven's Realm, and unfortunately, due to my mistake, you are dead."
Robert, still recovering from the shock due to the circumstances he was in, responded.
"What? What do you mean by that?"
"Let me introduce myself first. I'm the Goddess of Fate, and I govern your universe," the woman said, her tone calm yet tinged with something Robert never expected—a faint trace of guilt.
Robert's brows furrowed, his sharp jaw tightening as he tried to steady his voice. "So what does that mean? Why am I here? Why am I… dead?"
The goddess exhaled softly. She lifted her slender hand, and between her fingers appeared threads of light—thin, glowing strands that twisted and danced like living filaments.
"These," she explained, "are the Threads of Fate. Every living being, every choice, every destiny is bound to them. I weave, I guide, and when the time comes, I cut. That is the law I uphold."
Robert's gaze locked onto the glowing strands. They pulsed with energy, each one unique, each one fragile. A chill ran down his spine as realization dawned. "You're saying… you cut mine?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she nodded. "Yes. But not intentionally." The threads in her hand trembled, and one suddenly snapped with a sound like glass shattering. She closed her palm, making them vanish before his eyes.
Silence stretched across the white expanse.
Robert clenched his fists. "So I died because of your… mistake? What the fuck?! Shouldn't you be mindful when using that? You fucking killed someone who was living the peak of his life. Return me to my world right now!"
"I understand your frustration but I can't just return you to your world. However, I can send you to another universe and grant you a blessing that will help you survive—"
"I dont' fucking care! Send me back now! You are a goddess so do goddess things to send me back!"
"And I'm telling you, I can't. There are laws that can't be violated. The best I can do is send you to another world and give you powers so powerful you'd forget about your old world."
"Forget about my old world?! Are you insane! I love my life there! My fucking bank account has eight digits, and I have a lambo and ferrari, and I have a lot of beauties! Yeah, I'm not going to like it there so send me back!"
The Goddess of Fate sighed again. Well this was her fault so she had to endure his words.
"Aren't you even going to listen to the alternatives?"
Robert sighed exasperatedly. "What alternatives?"
"I'm going to send you to another world far different from your own. There fantasy creatures and races exist. If you are familiar with elves, dwarves, beastmen, and others, that's the world where I'm sending you. And I'm not sending you there unarmed, I'm going to grant you powers but it's going to be based on your profession."
Robert was still absorbing her words due to it being so ridiculous.
Still, the Goddess of Fate processed him, where she'd know what his abilities are. It was out of her control so she couldn't just give what he liked.
And seconds later, it revealed to her and a gasp escaped her lips.
"I know now your power," she said, her cheeks blushing.
"What is it?" Robert asked curiously, wondering what she has for him this time.
"Uhm…eh…you gain extraordinary powers by doing…"
"Doing what?! Hurry up and why are you being so bashful?"
"You gain power by doing erotic things!" The Goddess of Fate finally revealed.
"Eh?" Robert tilted his head to the side, quizzically. "Erotic things?"
"Due to your career in your world as an OnlyFans creator," the Goddess of Fate said, her voice trailing into a whisper, "your power is tied to intimacy. The more… erotic acts you perform, the stronger you become."
Robert froze, his expression blank. For a long moment, the white space was filled only with silence.
Then—
"…Pfft! Are you kidding me?!" Robert burst out laughing, throwing his head back. "This is some kind of sick joke, right? Out of all the powers you could've given me—super strength, immortality, magic—you're telling me I get stronger by having sex?!"
The goddess flushed, her porcelain cheeks turning a shade of pink that contrasted her divine composure.
"Y-you must not misunderstand. I'm not the one who decides what powers you get. But I believe super-strength is part of your powers."
"Still…damn," Robert shook his head. "Okay, what do you mean by erotics?"
"Uhm…kissing, hugging, intercourse…things like that," she said shyly. "As per your powers, you will gain super-strength, enhanced durability, super speed, flight, mental resilience to magic…"
"So basically I'm superman?" Robert interrupted.
"Yeah, kind of like him, but far more stronger," the Goddess of Fate confirmed. "However, that power, I will reiterate, can only be activated through erotics. So without erotic moments, you are just a normal human being. And once you did erotic things, your power could only last depending on the intimacy, though the stronger the passion in the deed, the longer the duration."
"I see…erotics huh?" Robert grinned. If that was true then that is definitely his best power situation he could ever get. Because erotics was his master. He has a lot of experience with other women so activating the ability is easy.
"Do you understand now? I can send you to another world now with your words. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. Once again, I apologize for killing you accidentally…"
"Apologize? Sure you did give me some overpowered abilities but that's not enough," Robert said as he approached her.
"What do you mean?" the Goddess of Fate asked, her voice trembling as she watched Robert getting near her.
"Before you send me anywhere else, I want to get compensated," Robert said, unzipping his pants, and then his eight inch shaft.
The Goddess of Fate stared at his hardened and elongated shaft. The girth was wide and there were veins around it.