1 Chapter 1

Paris, France.

It all started when I was watching the Avengers Endgame in theater a week after it got out. My friends and I went to see it in anticipation, even though I was just a casual fan. We were sitting in ours seats, eating popcorns, watching with intensity the screen. Then I gulped down my popcorn without chewing because I was watching the screen who demonstrated a great moment of self-sacrifice instead of paying attention at how I'm eating.

The consequence of that was having a bunch of popcorns stuck in my throat effectively chocking the shit out of me. At first I was hitting my chest trying to get the food down, when that didn't work I was hitting my back instead, that didn't work neither.

"Urg. Kek." I made some noise and slapped at my friends arms who were sitting next to me trying to get their attention.

All it did was making them slap me back without looking at me. "Stop fucking around Kenan!" One of my friends said but his eyes not leaving the screen.

The lack of oxygen was making my head heavy and for a second I thought that my head was going to burst. I was slowly losing strength and consciousness. I desperately tried to get their attention by getting up of my seat and put myself in front of them to block their view from the screen even though my legs were getting weak. All I earned from that was a shove to the side and an insult.

I ended up lying on the ground, and at that point I already gave up. My only thought at that moment was if I somehow survive this, I will fucking kill these motherfuckers. But I wasn't fated to do that because I lost consciousness and soon after, my life.

White Room

After I died, I didn't float anywhere, I didn't see any soul reaper trying to take my soul and I didn't stay as a ghost either. It was like I fell asleep and during it, I didn't dream. Because when I regained consciousness again, I was in a white room and in front of me was Morgan Freeman sitting in an equally white seat.

"Morgan Freeman?" I said in confusion, my brain couldn't work properly because I just 'woke' up and I was seeing a bunch of weird shit already.

"Not really but you can call me Morgan if you wish to do so." The black man dressed in full white suit said in his iconic voice.

"Am I dead?" I asked because at that point in time I wasn't sure.

"You died." He confirmed with a serene smile that magically put me to ease. "But I brought you back to life."

At that moment I still thought it was all a scam and this was some complicated shit to film a commercial or something.

"Okay, thanks I guess." I hated myself for not finding anything better to say at that moment.

"Let me show you your death, so we can put down your doubt once and for all." He waived his hand and a screen appeared next to him. It was showing me, on the ground dead. While my friends were crying, but the tears weren't for me, it was for the fallen avengers on the screen. They didn't know I was dead until they prepared to leave the theaters.

"I assure you mister Kang, they will get what they deserve sooner or later." He waived his hand again to make to screen disappear and didn't talk for five or ten minutes, probably to give me some time to think.

The first thing that went through my head at that moment was, it was all a dream, that none of that was real, that I'll wake up of this bad dream. After the period of denial left, anger came flooding in my body right after. Anger towards my friends who rather watch a movie than save me, and also blaming myself for dying in such a stupid manner, worthy of a Darwin award.

Then sadness and regret came right after. Thinking about how sad my family would be, I can only take consolation at the fact I wasn't the only children but have two siblings that can comfort my parents and hope that their grandkids will annoy them so my parents don't dwell too much on me. My regret was only for living such a short live, nineteen years only. Regret on dying a virgin, yes even in death I was still thinking with my dick.

I took enough time to think, and I was growing curious on the being in front of me. "Thank you for giving me time to compose myself. But who're you? And what I am doing here?" I asked while trying to be as polite as possible.

"Let's start with the first question." He shifted to a more serious position on his seat. "I guess I would resemble your world omnipotent God. I am the only omnipotent being. I came into existence before everything else, the first born you could say. If you think Chuck Norris jokes are impressive, imagine me as Chuck Norris in steroid."

I kind of knew it when I saw him take the appearance of Morgan Freeman but it still feels unreal since I never believed there was a god.

"It's an honor to meet you sir." I started sweating a little bit right there, the being in front of me could just snap me out of existence a la Thanos.