Well, at least I can get some sleep... Or maybe not.

I was dragged forward by an unknown force towards a flash of blinding white light. It felt like staring at a damn flashbang go off in my face for minutes before the force disappeared and I fell limp on the ground. Wait... Ground? I looked down but saw nothing but white.

"So, you were saying that living in a "fantasy" world like ours would be easy huh?" -Old man

I looked up and saw an elderly man smirking at me. I stared at him silently and realized that he was no mere old fart on the street. He exuded an aura of divinity and authority. I looked back at my body, but instead saw a translucent tail attached to my head instead of my body. I quickly tried moving my arms, but I could no longer feel them, least see them. I think I look like some large white tadpole, something like a spirit once saw on a Japanese cartoon when i was a child.

(Something like this: http://ficsis.deviantart.com/art/Japanese-ghost-195752426)

Anxiously, I walked forward, nope never mind, waggled to him and tried to ask him of my situation. He just put up his hand and explained as though he was very used to this situation. Well, I guess he was.

"Well, basically you died and I ripped your soul out of your body and brought you to my world. Your soul is rather big so it is still taking time to take your previous form. Back to the point, so you think life here is easy huh? Well you are very mistaken young one. You have only been betrayed only that few times in your life, and lost only few of those precious to you, yet you still dare judge life here easy? Life here on Escadia is much, much more difficult, even for gods like me. Bloody dragons keep trying to burn down cities that worship me and stupid orcs ravaging the land that I tried to keep fertile so that more people can know of my mightiness."- Old man

"Hah! So you are just one more of those selfish and greedy bastards eh? Looks like people never change in any world wherever you go. All of them are just crafty and sneaky bastards.....Although I shouldn't be saying so since I couldn't protect my team from them in the end." -Me

"Shut up mortal! You have no idea how hard it was for me to become a god. Oh look,it's time for you to go. See you later ignorant one. Oh and get ready to live in a nightmarefor the rest of your life."-Old god

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

I stood silently in regret and spite, thus I did not catch his last sentence. I fell into darkness and lost conscious.

When I woke up, I found myself lying down facing an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. As I felt that something was extremely wrong, I braced myself mentally, and tried to seat up from the hard and cold wooden floor. Shit, my shoulders still hurt from the damage of the desert eagle huh?........ But wasn't I shot in the abdomen? I felt behind my shoulders and found two hard and scaly objects embedded in my shoulder blades. Oh shit...... My hands trailed along the hard and scaly objects in my shoulders and as each second passed,my heat tightened with fear and uncertainty. This aren't wings are they? No point asking the obvious now....... I took in a deep breath and.......

"Well shieet, I am fucked."-Me

I looked at my body and realized that my body has not changed a single bit before I died..... I peeked into my pants and saw my best buddy still in there. Phew, at least I won't have trouble balancing as I walked. I looked around me and saw that my gear was still in one piece somehow. My SAR 21 rifle, 9mm beretta still in the chest rig, my kelvar vest, helmet and practically everything I right before I died. Well at least the damned old man brought my stuff for me. But, there was something else in the room also. A girl with with adorable cat ears and a orange and black striped tail was staring at me in horror. She dropped the wet towel in her hands and .ran out of the room shrieking some unknown language. A bunch of tiger like beastmen entered the small room with their broadswords raised at me with the girl at the back of the big crude beastmen. They wore thick and robust iron armor over some sort of a brownish skin tight leather suit underneath their ripped bodies. But they stepped back when a towering tiger beastman entered the room. He had a large scar on his feline and sharp face, but his equipments were all of another league. He had a some sort of a scale armor and a bone two handed sword on his broad back...... It took only three scale to cover up the beastman's chest which was easily about 1 meter wide and the bone sword was about 2 meters long, it must have been from a gigantic scaly creature huh.....Something like a dragon or wyvern?

So....... I guess I really am in a fantasy world and stuck with these scaly wings huh? Well, Shieet.