I am the God of Dharma. I was punched to death by a migrant worker and then traveled to a world with only warriors.
The migrant worker who killed me became the legendary God of War who "proved the Tao with force".
There's no magic here, just muscle. No spells, just axes.
And I must use my smartest brain to play the roughest profession.
Later, the God of War sent someone to find me and asked me if I would like to surrender.
I said: You killed me once, now it's my turn.
The flag did not fall. He's still there.