Dont be like me. I had only ever wanted to be known after I die. You know, like General Washington, Elvis Presley, Martin Luther King, Julius Caesar, and such. There weren't any wars. I wasnt able to play any music. I didnt care enough about the current movements. I hated politicians. I only thing I was good at was researching and inventing things. At first, I thought I could be famous people who invented things like Leonardo da Vinci, Nickola Tesla, ect.

I had had this dream for as long as I could remember. In middle school, I studied hard to get top scores. In High School, I was already doing four differant Concurrent enrollment classes. I got accepted into a prestigous University and continued to study. I published multiple theories, and one of them got noticed.

By Graduation, I had a well paying job with the U.S. Government. I couldnt care about what I was making or who and why someone used it, I just wanted to become a Famous Inventer. While I did my job, I spent my own time researching how to harness the power of the Void. An elusive subject to even think of, but that was why I was researching it. If I could figure some way to control the Void, or even lay down the basics, I would be the most famous Inventor of my era.

I was nearing a breakthrough, either a step to the final or the secret of the Void, I could feel it. Then I was told I had a meeting with my Boss. This was big! My Boss was second only to the President, and I was going to meet him one on one. The meeting was scheduled for the next day. I was so excited on my way home, I didn't notice the gang of thugs hiding in the alley. When I passed by, they jumped me. I quickly gave them everything I had, but they wanted what was in my head.

They somehow thought that I had secret infomation. They thought that I was just being stubborn, but I honestly had no clue what they wanted. After I told them I had no idea what they wanted from me for the thousandth time, they took my to a secluded building and beat me, for an hour straight. They didnt hold back. Punches, kicks, even throwing rocks at me. They didnt let me pass out. Everytime I was about to, they would dump freezing water over me. When I actually went unconscious, they thrust my head underwater until I woke.

They eventually grew tired of my lame responses. I had seen their faces, and they couldnt let me go to the police, at least that is what they agreed upon. They each drew their knives. They didnt just slit my throat like I wanted, they took their time. They started with my toes. With each one they cut off, my screams of pain grew quieter an quieter. When they took all ten toes, they moved up, slowing dragging their knives through my legs. When they reached my Manhood, they took it as well. They continued on their journey, eventually reaching my fingers. One by one they were dropped into the collection. I saw my chance and took it. With my fingers gone, my hands easily slipped through the blood soaked bindings.

I kicked the closest one between the legs. He dropped to the floor, dropping his knife. I clumsily grabbed it between both of my palms. In one smooth move, or as smooth as was possibe when my feet were tied to a chair, I twisted around and stabbed the one behind me in the stomach. As the handle reached the flesh, I was yanked back as countless knives were thrust in and out of my already broken body.

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I sighed as my vision dimmed, even as I was continually stabbed. My last thought was one of regret. Not that I couldn't become famous, though I would likely be on the new for a few years as the most grusome murder, or that I hadnt managed to kill them all. No, my final regret was that no one would shed a single tear about me. No one would care. What would they say about me? That I worked hard? That I was a good man? No one would even care enough to have those thoughts.

I closed my glistening eyes, never to open them again, until some asshole flicked my forehead. My eyes shot open. My bodies felt completely normal, better than that, it felt more than normal. I lifted my hand to my eyes. The scar on my palm from when I was twelve wasnt there. 

I slowly stood up and examined everything, including my manly pride. Everything was still there. It was a dream, it was all a dream!

"Hey Moron. It's rude to ignore someone."

I looked towards the source of the sound. In front of me stood a handsome man in a black two piece suit.

"I'm apologize for my manners. I just had the most realistic nightmare."

"What Nightmare? That was all real, you're dead."

I barely caught myself. My mind raced. I noticed that I wasnt in my room. I noticed that I was in an endless space. There was no ceiling nor floor. I was dead. Was this the afterlife? What now?

"Yo, you're being rude again."

"What does it matter? I'm dead already!" He growled, suddenly looking like a demon from hell,

"It matters because I decide if you go on to the next life."

I hesitated as he turned back to the man in the suit. "Theres a next life?"

He readjusted his tie before responding, "I wouldn't say so otherwise. I may be Lucifer, but I dont lie about the small stuff."

"Small stuff? This is my future! Its not some small thing!"

He glared at me, "I cant even remember the last time someone insulted me, but I can recall what I did to them."

"Go ahead, I've already suffered enough."

Lucifer tilted his head in curiosity, "You're ignorant, but brave. Or retarded. And before you say anything about how thats not the politically correct word, shove it up yours. Correct is correct, regardless of its harshness."

I couldn't disagree with him. "So what world am I going to?"

"You have two choices, reincarnate with basic knowledge of the world, or reincarnate with the memories of this world."

I thought for a moment, "What did I choose last time?"

lucifer just laughed, for many minutes. "I have never been asked that question before and I've been doing this for who knows how long! Just for that I'll give you my boon."

"What does that do?"

"Nothing special, all your trials from your previous world will transfer over to your new one."

"How so?"

His eye twitched in irritation, "If you got punched regularly, you will have a blunt resistance. Events that happen near your death will have more effect. The older the event, the less chance of it having an effect at all."

Would that mean...nah, I'm not going to bring it up. "What now?"

"Choose the damn option. Either knowledge of your new world or memories of previous world."

"Memories. Spent too much time gaining it, would be a shame to lose it all."

"Finally!" Lucifer exclaimed as he snapped his fingers. My body started to disappear from the feet up.

Just before it reached my mouth, I called out to Lucifer, "See ya soon Lucy!" I disappeared before he could attack me, though he did try.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was being held by an exhausted looking woman. I had reincarnated as a baby, meaning this was my mother. I had a new family, in a new world. From the looks of the room, it was a medieval era. I wondered what kind of mayhem I could cause.