2 Death and Rebirth 2\2
"God?!" Yarold asked in amazement.
"Exact! Unfortunately, time is limited! A non-divine creature cannot stay in this world for too long, so I will quickly explain everything to you, |ARE YOU READY?| I won't repeat it a third time!"
God spoke quickly so as not to waste even a second.
"Ok!" Yarold nodded to the man in front of him.
"I'm starting to tell you that you died from my mistake. I was taking my little pet [Bob Fuffy Kawaii XIII] for walks in the land. It was he who devoured you!"
Feeling guilty, God looked down before continuing to speak.
"To fix my mistake, I decided to reincarnate you to a new world of your choice."
He said before looking up at Yarold and seeing that he was listening without panicking or filling him with questions.
After all, Yarold was a painter, he always painted up to perfection in every drawing, one could say that patience was his strong point.
He was no longer a boy, he had already understood and agreed to be dead, he just did not expect to be brought to this place.
He also had no more incentives to continue living. His daughter was important to him, even though he had never shown it. He was sorry to leave her this way; however, he was willing to do anything for art.
"Do you have any questions before the most important choice of your life ... or maybe I should say about your death?! π’π΅πΌπ΅πΌπ΅πΌπ΅πΌπ΅!"
God laughed at his joke.
"... Is that monster named Fuffy?"
He thought it was not very suitable for a monster capable of breaking a submarine only with his teeth.
"No! Fuffy is not his name; his name is [Bob Fuffy Kawaii XIII]."
"..."
"You humans call him Megalodon; sometimes they run away to the portals that lead to different worlds. Other examples are the Kraken, Nessie, and other mysterious creatures."
He explained after a moment of silence.
"Do you have any more questions?"
"Is the One Piece world okay too?"
Yarold's eyes started to shine.
"|NO PROBLEM!|" God nodded and then went on to explain.
"Just know that your real body is lost forever. You will have to be reborn from zero or create a new body, which if you want you can do exactly to your current figure, only that it will not be your original body. The world will not be an illusion, it will be real, therefore you will not be able to be reborn in the event of death."
Yarold thought about it for a moment before choosing to create a new body. He didn't want family ties or wait too many years to travel and other similar reasons, he wanted to be free.
"God thank you, really, thank you very much for fulfilling my dream.
Yarold shed tears of joy after thanking him."
"|GOOD LUCK!|" God replied before punching Yarold's chest.
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Dark. All black, there was only a small light floating in this dark place.
'Where am I?!'
The light thought, unable to speak.
A second later, writing appeared before her:
[ππππ₯ π£πππ π¨π π¦ππ πͺπ π¦ ππππ π₯π ππ? πππππ π π π¨πππ₯ π£πππ π₯π ππππ ππ, π πππ ππ ππ πππ€π π£π π₯πππ€ π¨π£ππ₯πππ]
'Race?' The light began to reflect.
He thought for a few minutes before choosing the human race.
Certainly not a monster, he wanted hands to be able to paint. Giants and fish-men were not exactly the best. Mermaid or newt was too limited, the same for the dwarves ... Long legs no, drawing sitting would be problematic. He had also thought of becoming a Cyborg or a Mink, but he was worried about some unknown problem, after all, there was little information about them. Eventually, he chose the most common, the one he was used to, his race.
This done, he threw himself against the writing.
The writing began to enter the soul.
Another writing appeared:
[ππ π¦ πππ§π πππ π€ππ π₯ππ βπ¦πππ π£πππ].
The light began to take human form. It didn't look real; it remained light, but with a human aspect.
[βππ π π€π πͺπ π¦π£ ππππππ£]:
π- ππππ
π- π½πππππ
Without thinking too much, he went to the first choice, always out of habit.
As before, he absorbed the writing.
"[ππ π¦ πππ π€π π₯ππ ππππ ππππππ£]."
This time, however, instead of an inscription, it was a male voice.
"[ππππππ₯ π₯ππ πππ€ππ£ππ πππ]" "[ππ π¦ π¨πππ ππ π₯ ππ ππππ π₯π πππ π π€π π§πππ¦ππ€ π₯πππ₯ ππ£π ππ π₯ π€π¦ππ₯ππππ ππ π£ πππ βππππ ππ¦ππππ€]."
The human-shaped soul selected 10 years after some reflection. It was the age where something happened to most of the characters, it is also perfect for starting painting and training to survive. He did not want an age too high or low.
"[βπππππ₯ π¨πππ ππ πππππ£ππ₯ππ πππ€ππ π π πππ]."
"[πΎππππ£ππ₯ππ π§π πππ]." It said with a childish tone.
The soul narrowed down to seem like a transparent child.
"[πππππ πππ π¦π₯ πͺπ π¦π£ ππ©π₯ππ£πππ ππ‘π‘πππ£ππππ]."
The soul begins to draw the desired aspect within its "mind".
White medium-length hair appeared; he always appreciated the characters with that color. Shortly afterward, a child's face with green eyes appeared, later the whole body was formed.
"[ πΈπ‘π‘πππ£ππππ πππππ£ππ₯ππ]."
"[πππ€π₯ππͺ, πͺπ π¦ πππ πππ π π€π ππ ππ©ππ€π₯πππ πππ§ππ ππ£π¦ππ₯ π π£ πππ§πππ₯ π ππ, ππ π₯ππ πππ€π π π π₯ππ π€πππ ππ πππ πππ πͺπ π¦ π¨πππ πππ§π π₯π ππ£πππ₯π πππ π₯ππ π₯ππππππ’π¦ππ€ ππ£π π π ππ¦π₯ ππ₯ π¨πππ πππ§π π¦ππππππ₯ππ π‘π π₯πππ₯πππ, π₯ππ π πππͺ πππππ₯ ππ€ π₯ππ ππππππππ₯ππ π]."
"I choose the second choice; I would like a Logia-type fruit, which is based on paint colors."
He answered quickly, he always thought about this kind of power.
"[ πππππ πππ£πππ¦πππͺ πππ π¦π₯ π₯ππ π₯πͺπ‘π π π ππ£π¦ππ₯, πͺπ π¦ π¨πππ ππ π₯π£πππ€πππ£π£ππ ππ ππ ππππ¦π₯ππ€ ππ£π π ππ π¨]."
β π:ππ - π:ππ - π:ππ - π:ππ ...
The boy closed his eyes and thought carefully about his fruit.
π:ππ ...
As time passed, he was wondering where he will be sent at the time of the rebirth. Which island he will have to visit first. On which timeline will he arrive and various similar questions.
ππ:ππ ...
"[πΎπ π π ππ¦ππ]."
ππ:ππ - ππ:ππ - ππ:ππ _________________________
