Prologue : Can you help Me save the world? (Part 1)

"Surprisingly normal..."

It is the very first thing that comes to my mind while I scan the room. Or maybe place or realm...

It is quite confusing, to be honest.

Nevertheless, I know one fact for sure...

Yes. I am dead.

Not in a metaphorical way or something poetically like that. Nah, I am straight-up dead.

How? by a series of small unfortunate coincidences that happened every day in your life.

It's a hassle to reiterate the whole debacle with details from zero, so let me sum it up neatly instead.

Due to one nonsense that led to another nonsense, I had to take the bus to work. And that's when I stepped on gum inside the bus.

Suppose I can haunt someone given a chance. I vow to make the gum-spitting degenerate's life miserable...

Anyway. After I noticed the sticky nightmare beneath my shoe, I had to clean it, right? I am only normal, after all. So I did just that.

And while I thought life had emptied its stock of lemon on me, the driver suddenly hit the break as though he was filming a scene for fast and furious or some shit. Thus, science did the magic and propelled me forward.

I flew into a very dangerous spot, at a very dangerous momentum and convenient angle to top it off.

Now, I am someone who never sees a miracle in his whole life. And that moment...I saw one. No, I made one.

In a morning bus filled to the brim with workers and students alike, I split them to the sides like Moses and the red sea.

It was a morning bus, okay? A place filled with so many people that it was hard to move around. But there was nobody there to cushion or slow down my fall. Now if that was not a miracle, then I don't know what was.

Moving on...

The next thing I knew, I heard a loud bang followed by a loud snap.

The world spun in place while the faces of those selfish humans on the bus turned pale as they looked at me.

'Serves you right...' I thought gleefully, hoping that my warm corpse would turn into their nightmare for quite some time.

Now don't get me wrong. I am someone who doesn't relish in people suffering like a psycho.

It's just...I am dead, okay? I'm entitled to be this angry due to them avoiding me falling like I was a plague or something.

'Haah...just thinking about it makes my blood boil again!'

"So, are you done?" A deep voice. From an unknown entity where I can see them, but I can't understand what I am seeing.

I can see the body, expression, and even clothes, but when I try to make the detail, I can't all of a sudden. It's like my brain itself refuses to process the information.

It is truly an absurd situation. But then again, it makes some sense to me.

After all, I am in front of a higher form of being. A god.

It totally makes sense if things regarding them happen from a perspective that spews nothing but bullshit from my human point of view.

"Child...you do talk a lot." They speak again.

"..." I look at them, pondering. "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"I only spoke once since I got here." I deny.

"You know what This one is talking about, child."

"..." I stare silently at the holy visage. "So, reading my mind, huh? Okay, I do talk a lot. But only to myself, in my defense."

"What difference does it make? You talk when you talk; that is that." They reply.

'Okay, I'm beat. So, if you can hear me anyway, let's talk like this. I am more comfortable this way.'

"A peculiar child indeed. Making demands in front of a god." The voice trails off with a tinge of bemusement at the end.

'I got told by people a lot that I have some screws missing in my head. But, don't you suppose to know it? Aren't you a god who created us?'

"The law of creation and existence is the law that presides above even the cycle of life and death. The children are prohibited from understanding those. Even if your soul exists right now in This one's realm." They answer.

"And you are mistaking something, child. I am not a god of your world."

'Oh, damn!!' I close my mouth and stand with rapt attention when I realize that I just cursed while standing in front of a god.

'Ah! Excuse my language. I'm often a bit rough with my words whenever I talk in my head...'

"Worry not, child. Words are but a window to the intent that lies beyond them."

'Um...okay then. Still, isn't this that...?'

"Yes. What you picture in your soul is correct." A simple and concise answer.

'Seriously, the typical and cliche reincarnation story?'

"...A fresh take, this one says. But indeed, you will have the choice to reincarnate into the world from which This one presides."

'God damn...' It is a habit till the day I die; what can I say?

"Child..."

'Oh! I'm sorry, but I don't mean something bad. It's just I'm in awe, that's all. People died, sure. That's a fact. But reincarnation, not to mention going into another world, is nothing short but a delusion, if not a scam, in my opinion.'

"That's understandable. But try to refrain from demeaning those of higher beings. It will do you good."

'Okay, I'll do so. I'll check my tongue...Um, mind...from now on.'

"That is good." Answer the god, and suddenly, my brain can perceive something beyond the thick veil of fog that surrounds the god.

A smile.

"Now, child..." The sound flutters lightly, akin to a song from the holiest place.

"Can you help Me...Save My world?"