1 Prologue

I awoke in complete darkness, with a sensation of weightlessness emanating from my stomach. I was in a daze for a few moments, remembering nothing but being in an office, then entering an elevator, and... plummeting as the sound of the elevator cutting through the wind and my fluttering clothes echoed. I tried to cushion my fall by cradling myself on the cold elevator floor, distributing the impact across my entire body. But a resigned grimace appeared on my face as I calculated the approximate speed combined with my weight; basically, there was a better chance of suddenly awakening superpowers than surviving the fall or not turning into pulp.

'So, I actually died... Did I live a good life?' I pondered quietly as I mentally sighed.

What exactly is a good life? I wasn't sure. Growing up, accomplishing your goals, and having children? Maybe. in my case I was bored and listless, observing my surroundings with disdain. Not that I was a cantankerous old man; based on my hazy memories, I was probably in my twenties, if not younger. But I couldn't help but notice people who are worried about what others will say or think of them, and they don't even realize that no one thinks of them in the first place, it's pathetic.

'Are you finished with your monologue?' A strong voice, full of pride and wisdom, inquired.

'I guess.' I said sluggishly.

Immediately after, space distorted like a vortex, erasing the deep black color and being replaced by a shadowy landscape with leafless trees, and distant cawing crows, but that wasn't the most disturbing thing. A skeletal figure holding a scythe stood in front of me, its eyeless sockets staring at me as if to intimidate me.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The figure enquired, tilting his head and making a rattling sound.

"Why be afraid of death? When we exist, it does not exist, and when it exists, we cease to exist " I refute by giving him a bored look.

After a while, space distorted again into a vortex, shrill laughter reached my ears, and I found myself in a magnificent white room. A man with an entirely white, featureless body sat cross-legged, staring at me as if I were a funny creature.

"I wasn't wrong about you, to use a philosophical expression, when a true god is in front of you, you've got guts boy." The being slapped his knee with a good-natured chuckle.

"Are you a god?" I said with a skepticism that was obvious.

"Do you want proof?" He said, as if to test me.

"Yes. Make a stone that is so heavy that even you cannot carry it."I proposed, somewhat jokingly and curiously.

'If God is omnipotent and creates a stone that even he cannot carry, does God cease to be omnipotent?' The answer piqued my interest.

"Hahaha, you ask very interesting, but also annoying questions." The supposed god spoke in a morose tone.

"Sorry, I guess." I shrugged.

"It's okay, I killed you personally, we're even." He said as he waved his hand.

'He killed me and thinks we're even with a joke?' I was a little taken aback.

"I'm surprised you aren't upset." The being complimented me by nodding his head.

"Why would you upsetted me? I even thank you for providing me with a painless death "I shrugged.

"I didn't expect anything less from you; everyone who came here was either panicked or angry, but never calm." He sighed, clearly annoyed. Following that, he rose majestically and walked slowly towards me. "That's why I find you interesting."

I tried to back away, because nothing good could come from a god who claims to be interested in me, and walks towards me with slow steps. However, the more I tried to distance myself from the strange entity, the closer I got to it. The supposed god reached out his hand and touched my forehead with his outstretched finger, and a warm golden light entered my head, giving me a strange sense of comfort. But after that happened, I gave the man a sidelong glance as he returned to his seat.

"What did you do to me?" I inquired cautiously, attempting to inspect my body.

"Nothing, I just fulfilled the fantasy of many teenagers," he laughed as he watched me with interest.

"I decline." I stated emphatically, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Unfortunately, you cannot decline." He laughed, as if he thought my words were hilarious.

"I'll kill myself if I reincarnate, I don't want to play the hero," I declared flatly, almost defying him.

"It's your choice, but if you want to find someone who can match your abilities, you'll regret." He said.

"Does anyone even exist like that?" I inquired, uninterested.

"Wow... your ego is through the roof, I'd like to see that confidence of yours shattered." The god said in a sadistic tone.

"Where will I go?" I purposefully ignored his question.

"It's a world like yours, you'll be attending a special school, I went to the trouble of getting you a body that matches your abilities, it comes with a couple of issues, but nothing to worry about with your intellect, right?" I narrowed my eyes as he mocked me with his laugh.

"If that's what you're worried about, there's no hidden trick; you just have to do your thing, and I won't get involved. You are welcome to ask me questions once you arrive, but I will not respond if it interferes with the enjoyment." I looked at him for a moment, but I couldn't tell whether he was lying or not because he had a completely blank face.

"Fine..." I sighed. Well, I wanted to have some fun as well. Only time will tell whether or not that school is as intriguing as he claims.

"Good luck" Said the god snapping his fingers.

'Luck, eh... there isn't any. Only adequate or insufficient preparation exists to deal with a statistic'. Space twisted and my vision dimmed again after I thought that.

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A/n: Well, the prologue changed more than I expected, but what can I do. Let me know your thoughts with this rewritten chapter, better or worse?