Transmigrating in process*

'Seriously where the hell am I?!' I was in an empty and white endless room. There doesn't seem to have any doors.

My feet feel the tile like texture on the ground but I couldn't see anything. God knows what I was standing on.

Droplets of water started to make a beeline in front of me from God knows where, from a blob of water to moist clay forming a detailed looking foot all the way up to his face, to a more realistic looking humanoid figure. Before I realise the figure became real. He had a jolly expression, shiny bald head and a full goatee, a healthy amount of muscles which made him look quite buff, he had tan skin and seem very tall about 1.90 metres tall. Let's just say he had the ideal type of body for men.

The most eye-catching about his appearance is that he had a book tattoo in white on his right shoulder and his dazzling clothes comparable to the medieval times, genuinely stood out.

The look on his face was very peaceful and graceful. Till he knit up his eyebrows. It got me nervous.

"Ahem!" trying to catch my attention. Which did not work...

First thing first, if I'm dead doesn't that mean I'm in here to meet an Angel? Devil? God? Allah? Buddha? God?

Honestly, I'm not a believer of any religion. What do you call these types of people...freethinkers? Skeptics? Nevertheless, if this is one of the 'I'm sorry for killing you! It is my mistake!' situation I will ... welcome it with open arms. Grinning like a fool at the thought.

As I was still lost in thoughts. "Ahem!" this time It was a deep and booming voice as I snapped out of my trance.

"Ah, do you finally see me? I'm Gyrent nice to meet you." I tried to speak but what came out was just simply unnatural, "Guarrrlerlll."

'What just came out of my mouth? Gibberish?'

I stood there bewildered. "Ah! Sorry, let me help you with that." His tranquil voice scared me. 'Is this really a heaven?' As I was distracted, I felt something warm growing in my throat till it dissolves.

"How do you feel now?" I sound out my thoughts, "I'm fine, thank you." He nods as he acknowledges me. There was an awkward silence after.

"So no-" I cut in with a monotone and cold voice. "Get straight to the point." Slowly regretting my decision as I realise our conversation is between a mortal and a powerful deity.

Fortunately for me, he didn't seem to mind. "Indeed I shall, so I needed a poor soul like yourself, to get a second chance in life. I had to skim through all of your memories ... and decided to give you the second chance. How exciting right!!?" He chortles at his own excitement.

"Yeah, I am..." I tried to sound grateful but it came out similar to the sound of me protesting, it is known as a deadpan voice.

He cleared his throat, "A-anyways, I decided to pick you and send you to my planet which I protect." Gyrent flips his imaginary hair. "I really do pi-." He stops halfway as he smiled brightly at me. "As I was saying, you will be sent to my planet. At the same time, I will grant you some...gifts along with the little journey. Do look forward to it! Your objective is just to ... be there." He ended off with his signature smile. Gyrent did some hand signs.

Both my body and soul are dissolving into light particle. The particles slowly started floating upwards. My vision starts to blur and darken as that happen.

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It was dark like really pitch black dark. I couldn't feel my limbs. It immediately made me troubled. 'Am I FINALLY dead?' I tried to pry my eyelids open but it was extremely heavy.

One moment It was dark the next was too bright for my liking.

I slowly feel the refreshing air going into my lungs as I heard the annoying sound of weeping. 'Wait was that from me!?' The crying continues with rhythm. 'Ugh stop sobbing baby body!'

"Look at this adorable little thing!" I heard someone cooing as a big pair of hands carry me. The voice was speaking in another language but I remarkably understood what it indicated. I felt that I was being handed over to another person.

It was an other-worldly situation which makes me hurriedly open my eyes, It took a span of time but my eyes eventually flutter open. I was stunned by the silhouettes surrounding me. ' Holy duck where am I! They were fudging huge!'

I look down to get a glimpse of my current baby soft hands. I controlled them perfectly fine. ' At least my limbs are fine, thank God.' One of the faces I saw was a young-looking noblewoman* who had long and silky silver hair, her eyes were gold in colour. She had a button nose and her drooping chalk white lips. Her face looks sickly but regardless of her condition, she continues to hold me tight, I appreciate the affection.

I presume she was my mother while the other silhouettes I couldn't see clearly. Her voice sounded modulated as she conversed with the majority of the silhouettes, "My lady, do you want to wait for the duke to pay a visit?" My mother shook her head side to side gently, worried that I may get affected by her actions.

I wanted to keep listening but my baby body was struggling to stop my heavy eyelids from shutting down. The last thing I heard from my mother was, "....twins..." Before I realise, I was in a deep sleep and dreaming about Gyrent's statement about the gifts.

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Noblewoman* - a woman who belongs by rank, title, or birth to the aristocracy.

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