1 Prologue Pt. I

I think I just died.

Yeah, I'm sure of it- I did just die a moment ago, the truck had flattened me under the rain in that intersection; just like that.

So why am I flat on my back under some fresh sunshine?

My eyes strain from the blue sky above me, small fluffy white clouds dotting the expanse.

I lie down like this for a while, not believing in what I'm seeing just before me.

I'm Kai Tieldich, born 20XX, certified job dead-ender, shut-in, and loveless virgin.

Just recently, I had finally gotten the courage to apply for my dream job of being an administrative assistant at a videogame company I love.

Not very high-reaching, I know. But I like the idea of working under someone. I get to help and do good work, while I don't have to worry about the big stuff. I excel in the small details of things- something I've picked up from the literal hundreds upon hundreds of hours I've spent playing the said videogame company's flagship game- Epoch. It's a simulation game where you undertake the responsibilities of running a medieval kingdom, but you're not the king- you're his assistant.

It wasn't very well received in the game market, as a lot of people don't like the idea of being the second banana in the grand scheme of things. You don't receive any praise for what you do in the game, as all of your hard work is credited to the king at every stage. Gamedot gave it a 2 out 5 stars, calling it a masochist's nightmare- as even the pain you get from being ignored is uneventful and boring, with the game being largely composed of data spreads and info dumps; visuals being a scant treat.

To my surprise, even though I have no real experience in being an assistant- they had agreed to give me an interview. I rented a suit and got ready for the interview- that being today. But it soon began to rain. And because I spent a lot of money on the rental, I couldn't afford ordering a Taxi. So, I had to run to the interview under the rain, resulting in me slipping onto a red light- with a truck barreling down my way.

It was instant, I had died instantaneously.

I don't even remember what the driver looked like, only the pristine white of the truck.

I hope my death doesn't traumatize the driver; it wasn't their fault.

But I think it's a little too late now to worry about that.

I finally pick myself up, slowly rising from the ground and propping myself on my elbows as I inspect my new surroundings.

To my surprise, all around both me and the majority of the ground near me in a good radius of three meters is a horrifyingly absurd amount of blood.

My body isn't mine also to mention.

It's a man's (Thankfully, and my little guy has had an upgrade to boot) and it's muscular, unlike my pudgy body from before. I'm a little more tanned and taller than I was before too. Lastly, one long visible scar runs across between my rib cage down the middle all the way to an inch above my belly button.

It feels weird to the touch, so I leave it be for now.

I try standing up, but the sheer amount of viscera and slick blood prevents me from doing so as I slip and fall from the attempt.

From my fall, I land squarely onto my face- caking myself into more blood.

I realize however, that I can't smell the blood. Even more to that, I can't smell much of anything at all.

I give my armpits a quick whiff to test it further, and I get nothing- no bad or good odor, not even the smell of skin.

I don't know how I feel about this- about possibly reincarnating into such a strange situation, that with a body too that can't smell.

I sit on my bare butt covered in blood as I inspect what and where it is that I am.

From what I can see, I'm in what appears to be a large dry-grass field. Around a circle of bodies, their bodies appearing to be scorched to a crisp- I can't tell what they had looked like.

But before I could inspect further, I heard a gravelly voice speak from behind me.

"IT.. IT WORKED!" I swivel my head back, finding the origin of the voice and see an impossibly old man with an equally impossibly long white beard jumping for joy as he holds a staff with a gem on it. His brown robe skirts up a little too high as he jumps into the air and my eyes catch a glimpse of something that I will regret seeing for the rest of whatever my new life will entail.

The old man stops his dance of joy and recollects himself, continuing to talk to himself boisterously out loud into the air; been there, done that.

"That bastard will pay for kicking me out, ohohohohoh…. She will pay." He rubs his hands maniacally as he lets out a strange laugh, his eyes redirecting to the now self-aware me lying in the pool of blood and ring of burnt corpses.

"You… my dearest creation, the ultimate lifeform- the key to the greatest miracle not even the wise sage Avi Cebron could solve." The old man began to slowly shuffle towards me, his every step being a labored chore that he likely did not enjoy partaking much in.

"You will do only one task for me, one sole task that will serve to be your ultimate goal- a destiny that surpasses all pretenses." He raised a shaky, long dirty finger at me- it being inches away from my face.

"You will DESTROY the DEMON QUEEN and the PATHETIC, STUPID kingdom that she has toiled TIRELESSLY to create." His caked lips put in a lot of emphasis on stupid.

He stumbled onto his legs from the proclamation, he then began to laugh- like laugh a lot.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAA HAA HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! YOUR END IS NIGH, THE TIME OF YOUR PLANNED DESTRUCTION IS NEAR, YAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" His throat grew coarse from his barrage of evil laughter, I tried laughing with him to join in on the fun, but I noticed that my throat was too particularly sore to do so. Maybe the new voice box needed some time to adjust?

"So, go- go my homunculus, my agent of chaos- go and wreak my havoc." Just as suddenly as he had laughed his share, he calmed down just as quickly- his voice emanating a temperate, calmer, older man's voice. Him sounding like those aged men you would find preaching gospel on street corners.

He began walking away no soon less as well, beelining opposite of me into the distance of the grassy field.

"Fear not." He spoke more just within earshot, "As you are the creation of the great Faustus Asmoldo, you have been created to have absolute immunity to magic."

"As well as a high resistance to physical attacks, but be warned- that is only a resistance, not an invulnerability." His voice grew more and more out of hearing range with every step he took.

"Farewell and fight my good fight dearest Homunculus of mine- I'll be going off to take a long, long-" And at a distance, I see that as he spoke his final 'long'- he suddenly collapsed onto the ground.

I… I don't think he's moving.

What kind of new world have I ended up in!?

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