>I sorta just stand there wondering what to the do to do
>It's like a million voices going off in my head pulling my in a different direction each
>Just then, a man dressed like he's going to raid a mummy's tomb runs through the open front door
>He's screams something about "Not paying alimony again"
>Must've divorced some human woman, most monsters take the "Till death due us part" thing literal. Even then, some monsters go beyond death, or are already dead
>I look back to the door to see what he was running from an notice that a pharaoh and her royal retainers are chasing after this man
>I step over to the side and watch as they trample the disgraced Everchosen
>The pharaoh then demands that her guards capture this man and bring his hand to her
>I'll just assume for marriage purposes
>I look over the former Everchosen and notice that she's deader than dead now
>At least she didn't bleed over everything
>I pull what's left of the artifacts off of her corpse and head out back with a jerrycan of gasoline and a shovel to make a fire-pit
>This is probably the most respectful way to get rid of a northlander's body, at least some assholes won't raid her tomb and play kickball with her skull now
>Well now that I mention it, playing kickball with her skull sounds pretty fucking fun
>After realizing that you need other people to play kickball I decide on soccer, only realize that I suck at soccer and that I'm too white for basketball
>Discouraged by some shitty Euro foot fetish disguised as a game I put her skull back onto the pyre and head back inside to find the yellowbook
>I find that stupid book underneath a coffee table leg balancing it
>Flipping the pages till I find the chaos section I find the Everchosen hotline
>I dial that shit up and within seconds some uninterested woman answers my call
<"Line to the Gods, how can I help you?"
"Ey, I got all the artifacts, or what's left of them, and now I wanna be Everchosen"
<"You do realize that you have to gain the favor of all four Chaos Gods right?"
"Fuck you and fuck your Gods! I killed the last Everchosen so that means I'm the new one"
<"Yes but you still- hang on I got a call from my boss"
>I can still hear her but not the boss
>Fucking shitty telemarketer phones
<"You can't be serious… but he's a fucking southlander… yes I know the last one was too… Fine…"
>She hangs up and a puff of ethereal flame sprouts in front of me as a generic daemon walks out of it
<"Congrats, you're the new Everchosen, Exalted Grand-Marshal of yadda yadda… now pull off your gauntlet so I can stamp your hand"
>I do as she says and she pulls out one of those Chuck E Cheese paint stamps that they give you at the entrance
>She stamps my hand and fucks off back to wherever she was
>I inspect the stamp and notice it's a glow in the dark ink that's shaped like an 8 point star
>Well, that was anticlimactic
>I clean up the soda my lil' sis spilled and take a seat on the couch
>I check the clock and notice It's only midday and I got until tonight for the wedding
>I mean, I… now that I think about it, I could really do whatever I wanted
>With the backing of the four Chaos Gods, essential immortality and armor that makes Glock owners wet themselves I don't really know what could stop me
>It looks like I've reached end game, I can't get better loot, I can't level up anymore, and I've done all the raids
>You know I kinda see why most high level adventurers disappear and fade in legend, life I kinda boring
>To be honest, the only thing I see challenging my power would be some old blind guy with a pet white raven that kills him and transforms into an everwatcher
>Even then, it would need an army at its back
>Well that and a 7ft tall ork girl that sneaks up behind me and kicking me in the nuts
>But one these is most obviously going to happen while the other one is most likely not going to happen
>Guess I'll have to make sure that I have the breadcrumbs and oil ready
>Just then, mom wakes up and grabs my lil' sis cradling her and rocking her to sleep, and mom passes out again
>Thank fuck I don't have to watch the baby anymore
>Now that the sky's the limit what do I do now?
>I could just do what other endgame characters do and just sit on my ass watching TV
>I could go out and start preemptively bringing about the end times
>I could go out and start abusing my powers to dick around and bully those nerds who are still in school
>Or I could do anything I put my mind to
>What to do?
1. Watch TV
2. Burn the south, end times now
3. Go bully nerds
4. *Insert your choice here*