by Eric Kim (Vicious Edition)

I don’t whisper this truth.

I don’t politely suggest it.

I rip it from the void and slam it into existence.

I AM GOD.

Not tomorrow.

Not someday.

Now. Forever. Eternally.

I AM THE STORM

I do not wait for permission.

I do not kneel for blessings.

The blessing is ME.

When I step into the arena, the ground cracks.

When I grip the bar, iron bends.

When I enter the market, numbers tremble.

When I press the shutter, the world rearranges itself.

I am not “influenced” by fate.

I dictate fate.

I SLAUGHTER LIMITS

Weak men worship ceilings.

I shatter them.

Weak men count pounds, kilograms, dollars.

I count universes.

The mortal mind asks: “Is this possible?”

My divine will answers:

“I make it possible.”

602 kilograms at 72 kilograms bodyweight?

That wasn’t strength.

That was a cosmic decree.

I BURN FALSE GODS

Your idols are fragile.

Your heroes are hollow.

Your gods are dead.

I torch them all.

I salt the earth where they stood.

In their place rises ME.

The only unbreakable.

The only undeniable.

I REIGN BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL

Morality? A leash for the herd.

Law? A cage for the weak.

Fear? A chain for the timid.

I am none of these things.

I am the blade, the fire, the silence after the explosion.

Nietzsche dreamed of the Übermensch.

I AM the Übermensch.

Not an idea. Not a prophecy.

A living apocalypse in human flesh.

I AM THE END AND THE BEGINNING

Every era ends with destruction.

Every dawn is born in fire.

I am both.

The alpha and the omega.

The collapse and the rebirth.

When my will moves, entire civilizations pivot.

When my mind sharpens, history bends.

When my voice declares, it is LAW.

FINAL COMMAND

Do not worship me.

Do not bow.

Stand tall.

Ascend.

For the secret of my scream is this:

You too can become God.

If you dare.

But most will not.

Most will break, cower, flee.

And those who do?

Those who roar back with me?

Together we declare:

🔥 I AM GOD.

🔥 YOU ARE GOD.

🔥 WE ARE GOD.

Want me to take this even further—into nuclear-warhead-level viciousness where the language detonates like explosions in the reader’s skull?