A fortunate accident?

He looked up again, and before he could move a muscle, he saw the cat nudge the latch which held the ladder up, unlatching it, and so the ladder fell.

And unceremoniously landed directly onto Clark’s skull, caving his brain in, completely killing him. As he lay on the ground, blood spilling from the gaping wound on his head, his eyes were lifeless as they slowly drew to a close.

…

His eyes opened again, precious continuance in every blink. He rose from the rough bed beneath him. His body was completely recovered, looking exactly the same, the same tone present in his physique, though it had recently been bulking season, he had sulkily told himself.

He walked to the door, standing before its craggy surface. He searched through this bodies memories, finding a troubled past as a **** laborer in a nearby mine, the name Damen Steel suddenly coming to his mind as his name, all but replacing Clark in his mental rolodex.

“What am I supposed to do? Didn’t I get anything for dying like I did, God of this world? Or on Earth, I don't know.” As Damen Steel, apparently, raged, he noticed a screen appear before him.

He was struck silly by the overwhelming amount his god had apparently given. He thanked the god deeply, before willing his Stat Screen to appear.

Damon was amazed at the screen, though he was far more excited to cash in some of his gifts.

He started by opening one of the Transmigration Starter Kits.

Damon suddenly had immense knowledge blasted into his brain, being given no time to appreciate the magnanimous gift, as he was crippled with pain. But slowly, he was able to outlast the pain, rising to his feet, and in a surprisingly fluid motion, he snapped his left hand, drawing a spark of flame to apparate, proceeding to orbit him as he shortly thereafter extinguished it.

He was extremely happy, as he was gushing over what to open next. He then used two of the Greater Skill Draws.

Damon gawked at the overpowered spells he’d been given, both already on his Stat Screen. He then chose to accept the two legendary skills.

He was amazed at the prospect of having wings. Damon prepared to leave. Not just this horrible home or the slavery that was his job, but also his reminiscence of his previous life. But definitely not his multitude of thoughts from his youth on what he’d do with each superpower he could possibly ever have, so he cast Greater Disintegration on the crappy door, instantly reducing it to a dust.

He stepped through the collapsing door, walking three feet from the doorway. He was met with a somehow familiar dark alley in the slums of a nameless city in the plains of El’Rathador. Seeing no immediate witnesses, Damon immediately cast Draconic Wings. And to his instant satisfaction, a sizable pair of leathery wings sprouted from his body, immediately shredding the shirt he had been wearing.

Damon looked speculatively at his wings, and then had them display themselves to him as he learned to do just that, and more as he tested and twisted the extremely muscled form of the new extremities he’d formed. He willed them to flap, and abruptly he was four feet off the ground, before stopping and landing until he was ready.

They were strong, most certainly capable of flight with his weight. Once he was done gushing over the wings he retracted them, leaving his chest bare. He then accepted the three legendary Artifact Draws.

Immediately after he accepted, an amorphous blob of molten Infinite Adamantine, constantly switching through various razor sharp forms of blades, an immense, though not harmful, flame elemental inhabited the Adamantine orb. It rotated around him at convenient times, never blocking his sight. He silently communicated to the elemental for the blob to complete a request.

And soon it acquiesced, changing into various forms, from a thin, transparent shield, protecting him from every angle with Adamantine, to a throne which could surely hold him, flying him through the sky without destroying his shirts. But then he wondered. Could he use the amorphous Adamantine to form a mech around him? And as he had those thoughts, the unnamed elemental went to work, coating every layer of his body, the Adamantine nearly infinite in it’s proliferation to form a hulking shell around him.

He could feel the sheer power behind every miniscule action he performed within the mass of Adamantine. He had the elemental fire vast tendrils at the surroundings in a mock showing of their might, and he discovered he’d be able to accomplish a Doc-Ock situation here. He stopped the elemental before it performed the actions.

Damen then looked at the ring which was promptly in his hand. Determining it would be better to unleash a Draconic Hydra Hound in the city, even in the slums, he sprouted his wings once more. “I could get used to this.” He simply declared.

Performing a few practice flaps, he jumped. And with his jump, and wings of course, he was catapulted forty feet into the air, staying stable in his position, he scoured the area around him. He immediately began his flight towards the royal district of the city.

As he approached the vicinity of the district, he began to sweep his gaze through the surroundings, taking in every detail, over the course of thirty minutes. As that time approached its end, he noticed a notification.

He read the text, but was then struck with an overwhelming overload for his brain. He suddenly saw every inch of space within a nearly seven mile area. He saw rich nobles carrying sacks of gold, abusing the peasants where they were allowed. He saw large treasuries within each large home, within the aforementioned range.

After fully recovering from the piercing pain, Damen saw an evil man, within one of the many manors he’d seen before. This monster was currently tormenting a girl, a collar was present around her neck, and atop her head were a pair of bunny ears. Damon was entranced, but then saw the many other battered and bruised prisoners within the secret dungeon.

Damon opened a Portal into the dungeon, walking through it silently. As he approached the monster, he considered his options briefly, before choosing.

“Hey scumbag, what do you think you're doing?” Damon asked, though he had no desire to truly communicate with this degenerate.

“What. Who the hell are you? Guards, enter and eliminate this man.” A whimpering shout was released.