“Because of that, you are now dead. I am terribly sorry my son.”

“Well, ya better be.”

The old man proceeded to give me a confused look. The fancy clouds and shit all began to spread around the room. Kind of like a rug but like those really long ones for castles. Despite that, the two of us were in a tiny-ass apartment looking room. Kind of like one of those convertible apartments in NYC. Lightly decorated though.

Sitting before me was some lanky old man who claims to be fucking Yahweh. For Yahweh to apologize for my death is kind of bizarre but then again I’m only speaking with him right now because of the fact I punched a few angels when I got here.

I was walking home from school like any other average joe when I saw a woman being robbed. Me being the decent human I am intervened. The robber had a gun but before he could even take a shot at me I was already pummeling down with my fist. The woman manages to get the gun but somehow manage to shoot the both of us.

“I wasn’t thinking that someone would actually help her at the time and had it that she was supposed to take the gun from him and shoot him. I really am sorry. Many good people die trying to help others but your death was completely unexpected in this case.”

“So am I in heaven or something?”

“Yes and No… You were in heaven but you didn’t seem happy about that and sending you to hell for attacking angels would be wrong so I summoned you here to the land of divines. Humans usually don’t get to come here unless they were truly of divine nature, but you were a special case. Um…”

“Mark”

“Yes, yes… Mark!”

A cup of tea appears in the old man’s hand he takes a sip. Unsurprisingly and a cup of Joe was in front of me now. The old man can remember my favorite drink but not my name. Unless he offers joes to everyone he talks to…

“Your reaction was a bit unsettling though… I understand that you died and all but to attack the angels for telling you that you died is a bit crazy. I’d understand if you were confused or upset but completely enraged?”

“My dad taught me the basics of CQC when I was fucking 7. I’m a bit aggressive sometimes.”

“I put your father through many hardships in his youth. I shouldn’t be surprised…”

17 years is too fucking young to die really. But holy shit it actually happened.

“So now what? Do I go to Heaven or Hell? Or do I just hang out around here with fucking Moses and… Holy shit is that Muhammad Ali?!”

“No, no, your death wasn’t supposed to happen, but there is another reason why I summoned you here.”

The old man hesitated when he said that.

“You see while you’re technically dead in your world…”

“And?”

“You’re also capable of being reincarnated into other worlds. A second life of sorts. I understand if you don’t want it but…”

“You want me to slay some evil demon king.”

“How did you know?”

“I’ve seen plenty of cartoons about it.”

The old man seemed shocked by how much I knew about his current situation. He kind of just gave me an absently minded stare.

“I understand that I caused a whole plethora of problems here already just by showing up. So to atone for that I happily be reincarnated to stop this demon guy.”

“When they said you manage to get into our files I didn’t imagine you’d find out this much…”

The old man looked extremely surprised by the fact I manage to learn that much but I had a tendency of budding in on thing IRL. I admit I didn’t expect myself to be able to bud in on conflicts of this scale but I did (and besides the fact that no one was guarding it made it just so fucking easy). Him offering me a second chance (although it being in another world) at life is already generous enough even if it’s just an attempt to kill two birds with one stone.

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“Let me atone for something as well then. To a certain extent, I can grant you something of use.”

“Reviving me is enough but if you insist…”

I’d like it if I could actually come back in my original world but I gotta atone for what I already did up here. If I’m in another world I gotta know what kind of world I’m in then after all I am going up against some kind of demon lord guy.

“Question.”

“Hm?”

“What kind of world am I going to? Like I know it has a demon lord problem but like are we talking medieval of sci-fi?”

“Compared to your world it’s definitely medieval. I’ll admit that’s not the only problem with the world though. Most of the people there aren’t as 3 dimensional as the people from your world.”

Fantasy goes up, but living standards go down… heavily. Thankfully my dad taught me basic survival skills for the case that everything hits the fan so my standards aren’t going down that much.

“Yo about that one wish.”

“Oh, you know your wish now?”

“There is magic in that world right?”

“Yes, there is magic in that world”

With magic in that world, I could do a lot of things actually. Boosting my survival ratings massively. I might have a chance now!

“What kind of magic is in this world?”

“Oh, you’ll know it very well actually it’s similar most RPG games magic systems. Or should I say most RPG magic systems are similar to mine…”

“Well with that I know what I want my wish to be then!”

Take the basic survival knowledge my dad taught me, my joy of fantasy games, and the wish. There’s no mistake I’m perfectly suited for this. No matter what outcome!

“I assume from the smile on your face you think I’ll grant this wish of yours…”

“I think? No, I know you’ll grant this wish! Because I’m gonna be using magic!”

“Let’s double it and have it that you can use it right off the bat!”

With that Yahweh raised his right hand and blasted me with a warm light.

“Since I need you to stop that criminal it’ll be pointless to have you die again, I’ll raise you basic physical abilities and other various things. Now you should know you aren’t a divine so you’ll still vulnerable to some human weaknesses like aging and starvation so don’t overwork yourself and take your time okay?”

He says that as he lowers his hand. I’m thankful that I manage to consider that as well or else I probably would have fucked myself over.

“Once I send you out, I will not intervene as while I am responsible for your untimely demise this is your atonement for what you’ve done as well.”

“Ya, ya…”

“Good luck my son and again I am sorry.”

And with that, I lose consciousness

“I am sorry my son.”

With Mark losing consciousness and fading away the old man turned around and pulled out a paper.

Project Atonement

In the case that someone was to escape the grips of hell itself and manage to perform the act of reincarnation and escape to one of the many realms, a suitable “sinner” will be chosen to stop them.

In this case, the “sinner” will die in an “accident” and will be given a second chance at life so long as they go and stop the escapee. Suitable “sinners” are ones with basic survival skill or one practically attracted to the Isekai genre. Upon finding one offering them basically unlimited power to stop the escapee will usually sell them over.

Upon their acceptance of this “noble task”, they will also acquire a Harem of basic personality types as well to encourage the sinner on in her/his quest. While most cases are rather long most are successful as the sinner gets the job done and they then get to live out there fantasy inadvertently acting as guardian of that realm for the rest of their days. Most of the time the newly appointed guardian will probably have offsprings passing down their powers acting as a new guardian thus keeping that realm safe infinitely.

Realms Currently in Use

Realm 010101 - Mark R.

Realm 010102 - William K.

Realm 010103 - Richard K.

Realm 010104 - Samantha P.

Realm 010105 - Sonia B.