Prologue 1

I noticed I was in my room at my house.

That’s weird. I don’t remember getting to my house as I was walking home from school.

“Hey there!”

“Gah!”

I punched the old man’s face who came out of nowhere.

“That hurts young man!”

“Robber! Thief!”

I quickly pull out one of my katanas that I keep on display in my room and quickly unsheathe it.

“Are you fucking insane!?”

The old man quickly said as he dodged my strike.

“How did you even get inside? I remember locking the door before I went out.”

“Well first of all, getting into a house is laughably easy nowadays, and second of all I’m God!”

Upon hearing that, I stopped trying to swing my sword at him, reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

“What are you doing young man?”

He noticed I wasn’t trying to kill him anymore and was curious at what I was doing.

“Calling mental services for a mentally insane person.”

“Why you…”

The old man’s face contorted in anger raised up his hands and then the room I was in was no longer there.

“What the?!”

My face was in shock as my room suddenly disappeared and what replaced it was a white nothingness.

“There! Surprised aren’t you?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I told you! I’m God!”

“No. What really happened?”

“Look. You might not believe me but let me show you.”

He raised his arms again and suddenly I was at a funeral.

There was my mom and dad. My brothers and sisters were also there. I kinda got mad when I remembered how they pulled me into the bathtub and turned on the shower to wake me up this morning but then I noticed their expressions.

“Everyone. What’s with the gloomy expressions? Who died?”

I asked that to everyone but it seemed like they didn’t even hear me at all.

Mom and dad’s eyes were lifeless and some of my siblings were even crying. I looked around and saw many of my friends and classmates here.

“Bullshit. This can’t be real.”

Things started clicking together in place as soon as I saw all my friends and family here with sad expressions and the old man calling himself god.

“We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Edward Reed.”

“FUCKING DAMNIT!!!!”

That was my name.

I went and looked at the casket and surely enough I found myself in it.

“Ha ha. Believe me now?”

The old man suddenly appeared right next to me and I swung my fist.

“Ow!”

It hit him right in the nose as he took a step back and pinched his nose trying to stop a nosebleed coming out.

“Why show me this?”

“Is that how you young people ask for a favor?”

“Just tell me.”

I wasn’t in a mood to argue and just wanted answers.

“Good grief. Young people nowadays.”

Although he said that, he didn’t raise any complaints and just shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘Well, there’s no helping it.’

“I showed you this to convince you that you were dead.”

“Well, I still have my doubts but for the most part I’m satisfied.”

“Oh? What doubts do you still have?”

“For example, this could all be a figment of my imagination and I’m more doped up than I could possibly imagine and once this is all over I’m going to get doped up, again, to avoid ever remembering this dream”

“So why don’t you believe this is all a dream?”

“Two things. One, I’ve never met you before and I don’t think I would ever dream about a mug as ugly as yours even if I was doped up on drugs.”

“Hey! That’s uncalled for…”

“And two, my room was too perfect. I remembered where everything was and where I left it (including the things where I don’t remember because it was too messy and buried under the pile of crap of what I call my room).”

“Hahaha. To believe its not a dream based on the messiness of your room. You would have had a great future if you hadn’t died.”

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“That leads me to my question. If you are really God, then why show me my death? Do you do this for every soul that’s departed?”

The old man who called himself God made a pained expression as he heard my question and wondered on how to answer it.

“Well, you see about that. It was partly my fault that you died. You see, I like to sometimes be among mortals and have fun down there. This time, I was having a drinking competition with a random passerby and I was boasting of all my achievements that I managed to do since the beginning of humanity. He didn’t believe what I did to the Tower of Babel and betted that I couldn’t do the same to the next person who walked by and that person just happened to be you.”

This time I kicked him in the balls.

The old man scrunched over and was having difficulty breathing.

I didn’t stop there and I repeatedly kicked him in the balls.

“ONLY PARTLY??!!”

I was fuming mad that the reason I died was due to a stupid bet he made while he was drunk.

“Stop! At least you didn’t suffer since you were instantly killed by the lightning I called down!”

No wonder I didn’t remember anything. I literally died before I realized what was happening to me.

That just made me madder and this time I was preparing to put my body weight on his balls and step on them.

“Wait! Wait! I can give you another life as an apology!”

He hurriedly said this as he was desperately trying to move my foot off his balls.

“You mean you’ll send me back in time to prevent this bullshit?”

“Nope, can’t do that. That’s against the rules.”

“Then what the hell do you mean?!”

I gave another kick to his balls as he rolled around grasping his gonads.

“I mean I can give you another life in another world!”

The old man said this as he finally stopped rolling around after several minutes.

“Can’t you just send me back to this world?”

“Can’t do that either. All souls that die must be sent to a different world instead of the same world.”

“You know, for a being calling itself God, you’re surprisingly limited.”

“I have to have these limitations on myself or else I don’t know what I will do.”

A sad expression was suddenly on the old man’s face as his eyes looked distant.

Seeing that expression, most of my rage was quelled. He must have his own circumstances, too.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m still mad as hell I died in a stupid way like that.

“Look. As an apology, I’ll let you go to that world with any cheat you like.”

The old man said as the sad expression left his face and was replaced by a happy one.

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything. It’s the least I could do after I messed up things this badly.”

I took a deep sigh and thought about what power I wanted.

I’ve been into superheroes ever since I was young and I still collect comics to this day.

I’m also into anime and manga and they were a growing part of my collection in my room.

As I’ve thought about their powers, I realized that none of them suited me. Sure they had cool powers but what I wanted was something absolute.

Then I started thinking about the characters I play in my tabletop games and their abilities.

No good…Their abilities are worse than superheroes or anime/manga characters. All I remember is how badly I wished to change the outcome of my rolls.

That’s it!

As soon as I thought about somehow changing dice rolls, I knew what power I wanted to ask for.

“Then I want the power to manipulate causality while being outside of it.”

“FUCK YOU NO!!!”

He said as he vehemently denied me.