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With a blinding flash of light, someone appeared at the bottom of the Half-Blood Hill, the entrance to Camp Half-Blood, a home to Greek demigods.

"...Seriously? You couldn't just put me up there."

The man looked up at the hill, then with a sigh, simply floated up the terrain.

By the time he arrived at the top of the hill, the residents of Camp Half-Blood had gathered, alarmed by the sudden column of light.

They were gathered about Thalia's Tree, wary of the newcomer.

"Who is that?"

"Is he floating?"

"Should we kneel?"

The man statched the back of his head as he scanned the faces of the campers.

The male ones, he didn't care about. They could be non-existent as long as he was concerned.

With a snap of his fingers, every male in the facility vanished without a sound, leaving no trace of their existence behind.

Natrually, in the following few seconds, the remaining female denizens screamed and paniced in the sudden disaster.

The man chuckled through the screams and chaos, until one of the campers shouted directly at him.

"Wh-what just happened!? Who are you?!"

The man rubbed his chin, inpressed by the girl's courage.

He gently touched on the grass and walked up to the girl. A single glance was all he needed to gain every knowledge about her.

"Annabeth Chase, correct?"

Annabeth flinched when the humanoid monstrosity mentioned her name.

She silently nodded, her hands still raised in fists.

Behind them, there were still plenty of chaos spreading about. The man snapped his fingers again, and all of the noise died out.

"Wha..."

Annabeth clapped her ears, at first thinking something went wrong with her hearing.

Then she realized the much kore horrifying truth:

The man standing casually in front of her could bend reality to his will however he wanted.

"Smart kid, aren't you?"

With a hand-wavy compliment, the man reached out and grabbed Annabeth's tits.

Annabeth gasped and shuddered on the spot, but she couldn't dare resist.

"...w-who are you, and why are you doing any of this?"

It took all of her wits to muster up a question.

The man smirked, still groping her tits as much as he wanted.

"My name is John Doe, but you can call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter anyways.

For the why...well, I could give you a long philosophical explanation about the freewill of men or lack their of, and how this would all have meaning in the longrun.

But the truth is, it's because I want to."

Annabeth's face contorted with mixture of fear and disgust.

John smiled wider and raised his hand once more.

With a snap, the entire world morphed into his vision.

For that was the will of the χάος(Chaos).