I start to look around the empty white space I was currently entrapped in. It gave off some sort of soft glow and also appeared to be endless. I think I could only see about 30 meters (98.42 feet) in front of me before the foreground merged into the background.
Once I got a good look at the unchanging scenery, I turned my attention back to the smiling manic in front of me.
Like how do you even keep up a toothy grin for 4 minutes straight? Wouldn't your face tired and start to cramp and stuff?
Well, the man himself had a dark brown skin tone, black eyes, looked to be of African descent, and was about 188-190 cm (6.16-6.23 feet) in height. He wore a green Adidas arm-less vest that was unbuttoned entirely, with no t-shirt underneath to show off his chiseled six-pack abs. Accompanying the previous fit came along some sweat pants and some sandals, also Adidas.
Is he some kind of Adidas clothing line model? I have never in my life seen someone who wears a particular clothing line, while simultaneously showing them off like they were proud of their creation....well, I have, but they've all been jackasses.
His hair was also something to take notice of, it being a complete uncombed messed, perhaps it had not been combed in, ...about...3 years?
The last thing that seemed to catch my eyes was the blue crystal earring on his left ear, perhaps a diamond?
The earring was a long earring that consisted of two, white strings. Both intertwined so that they would create small diamond-shaped gaps that strung along to the end of the earring. Which in of its self was just a slightly more significant diamond-shaped gap, which held the crystal.
But, it was weird, the crystal, I mean, it was like 'The crystal' was the only way to describe it. It was utterly unremarkable, so unremarkable that my mind seemed to automatically skip over it, instead wanting to divert its attention to something else. Something that mattered.
Even when I mentally strained myself, I only found five words to describe it.
'Light blue, beautiful, plain, everlasting, and irrelevant.'
Eventually, I gave up on figuring out what I was looking at and diverted my attention back at the man who was still in front of me. The entire time I was observing him, he stood silent and still watching back at me. At some point, the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced with one of disappointment.
"Oi, is that any way to talk to the thing which is in the process of saving you?"
He spoke while licking a pretty long tongue on his lips. While speaking to me in a calm, happy harsh tone, he ended up standing up.
"But, I would be lying if I said I didn't like them a little...rough.♡"
After getting little to no reaction out of me, his happy smile turned into a sad smile, seeming to regret his lack of humor.
Ignoring the purely sexual undertone of that last sentence, it was pretty evident that this guy was looking down upon me. But because I'm not the type of person who enjoys that kind of feeling, I tried to stand up to at least look him into the eyes.
However, while trying to stand, I recognized that my legs had no feeling. Looking down, I realized that I had no limbs at all; for that matter, after a bit of panic, I came to terms with my...strange situation.
The man then looked at me confused for a moment, like he was thinking, 'The hell are you doing?'. Then out of nowhere, he points his finger towards the sky or whatever was up above and said, "Aha!" and I swear I could see a lightbulb above his head flicker on.
He next slammed his hand down in a 'rock' formation and began to speak.
"Ohhhhhh yea, sorry bout that, so basically right now you are a soul, a being without a body, you can still think and all of that jazz, but you're not going to be able to move; around until we are done with our little conversation."
No shit Sherlock wasn't like I couldn't figure that out without context clues.
After a tiny bit of silence, I decide to talk to the guy who was constantly nodding his head, saying, 'yes, yes.'
I sigh then say, "Well then, let us start with introductions, shall we? My first name is Mario and likewise is my last, Mario Mario if you would."
He laughed and answered, "All right 'Mario' you can call me Ajay, but I'm pretty sure you'd know me better as 'God.'"
"God?"
"Well, yea?"
"...."
"..."
Huh, well fuck me, I mean, I really should have expected this situation judging by the fact I died and shit. But like, did I really have to go and meet the guys I both begged not to see and cursed out at my final moments.
Actually, never mind that shit, I got more pressing matters to discuss.
Therefore I ask.
"So...god is a fan of Adidas?"
As soon as I got the 'Adid' part of Adidas out, Ajay's eyes immediately became blank, white circle voids while his mouth let out a scream that seemed to unleash the souls of the damned themselves.
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We stood in complete silence for a moment before he turned back to normal, coughed, and then said.
"So basically, I liked how you displayed an unfathomable amount of will at the end of your life, so I am a reincarnate you."
In return, I ask, "Why?"
"Huh?" Ajay responded, looking completely appalled, seeming as if the fact that I would even question his actions was totally out of the equation.
In response to his shock, I paused, then continued, "You said you are going to reincarnate me for going down with a struggle, but I'm sure that someone else within the world would have been far more appealing to the eye, so why me?"
This was the main problem I had with this situation. Why me? Yes, I understand that it could have been pure luck and kindness that this was happening; however, the odds of that being true were less than zero. After all, would you care if an ant died in a valiant fight? No, you wouldn't because it is an ant, something so below you that you can not even understand its feelings.
That same disparity of being should be the same in this position, me being an ant in comparison to a god, so why?
His black, unnerving eyes lost their warmth as they turned cold. At the same time, he smiled smugly and replied.
"High concentrations of carbon monoxide such as in your situation would kill a normal human in less than five minutes, and you survived 10 minutes in your house, which was akin to poisoned fog like nothing. Not only that, but when you entered your garage, you didn't drop dead unconscious, and you still had enough strength in your failing body to not just walk to your car but break tempered windows!"
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he stopped himself and continued.
His mouth then opened to an inhuman degree, ripping the skin in-between, causing blackened blood to start pouring down as nonexisting muscles caused it to open wider.
It was then I figured it out, what was off about this..thing, it was acting. It didn't know how to talk, so it kept a big toothy grin while speaking in the hope of covering it up. It was blatantly apparent that it couldn't make the suitable lapse of lips to make coherence sound, so it just opened and shut its jaws in an attempt to seem like it. But again, the question came to me, why?
Why was a thing that claimed itself to be God try to act? Why not just show me its proper form? Why was something akin to God hiding? In conclusion, I should take every single word from this thing with a grain of salt.
Was this thing some kind of false God? No, it already told me that the closest word I had to describe was 'God,' not that it was God. So what was it? An overconfident reality bender? An eldritch horror? Whatever it was, it wants something from me, and I need to find out what.
Ajay then stopped from speaking in a random direction, turning and pointing to me.
"Truly an inhuman spectacle, a tale of a man that was able to overcome human limitations with sheer willpower! That, that is the I decided to reincarnate you!"
When he was done with his little theatrical performance, I began to ask the real questions. Or well, the typical questions anyone else in my position would ask.
"Am I going to be reincarnated on Earth or sent to another world entirely?"
Immediately after hearing my inquiry, the smile that he was wearing almost for the entire time turned straight, he got out of his pose, and his eyes started to glow softly.
"I can not take a soul that has left its original dimension back to it without serious consequences and punishment by the law." He answered robotically.
Though I did not take this at face value, every time he tried to be threatening so far, his theatrics were different, completely inconsistent, like he is testing—testing which one keeps me in line the most.
Although the law stuff is interesting, did he make the laws and follow them out of self principle, or are others like him out there, and they have an entire society. Also, doesn't that mean I am in a new dimension right now? Doesn't that mean I could go to the Earth in this dimension? I am sure he understood my question; I asked for Earth, not my original Earth, so he is avoiding the topic....hmm, thats something to think about.
"So that's a no?" I ask hopefully.
"Of course it is." Ajay responds disappointedly.
His face, smile, and eyes all returned to normal, which was very comforting in some odd way. Soon afterward, I continued to ask questions.
"So do I get any wishes and or powers? Like those mc's in light novels and anime?"
I asked the question mainly because I was hoping it was the case, but honestly, I could see if such a thing would not be compensated. I mean, giving someone a second chance at life is already a huge favor to do, or at least it was so in my eyes. Well, really, who am I kidding? I just wanted some wishes so I could abuse the hell out of them, Ajay after all, did not seem to be the type of God who could read minds based on his surprised reactions to my actions. Meaning if I could get my hands on a set amount of wishes, the number of loopholes I could find could probably be almost infinite.
Ruining all of my plans in a single sentence, the bastard spoke.
"I can give you wishes; however, for every wish, I grant you I will do a little something that abides by the Laws of Equivalent Exchange. In other words, modifications to balance you out."
He then made both of his hands do the okay sign while saying.
"We can't just have you casually get powers that threaten the gods now. After all, even if I did, I'd get my ass beat.
Both sighing and putting my ideas into the trash; I ask, "Will the modifications be bad or good?"
Hearing this, his smile grew even more than before, and he declared.
"Well, that depends on how beneficial your wishes are to you."
I can play any of his games here. I need to make sure if I wish for something, it can't just outright kill me when I spawn. First and foremost, I do not want to just straight up forfeit my laifu just after getting it back.
"Then let me rephrase that question, will, or will it not be directly lead to my death?"
Looking back over to him, Ajay had once again taken up a different hand position, now looking through a camera hand pose directed at me. His smile shrunk as he answered with a "No."
Sighing in relief, I think for a moment.
I have no way to tell whether or not he is lying, but I have no right to be making demands. Also, I don't know what 'modifications' he would be making to my body entail. They will not right out kill me, but they could do things that would make me wish for death. Such as completely dismembering my body so I would die of thirst and hunger. I also know Ajay wants something, but I don't know what, for all, I know it could entertainment which he would be willing to kill me for. Therefore I can't take chances off of knowing that and just hope he wants me to live. So, it would be in my best interest to keep my wishes to a minimum.
"Well then, I guess my first wish is for my family and friends to not feel any guilt or sadness over my death, and for them to be able to move on from it with no problems."
It is best to pay respect to those who raised you and made you who you are today. Whether it is from good experiences or bad, they have made me into the me I am, and for that, I am okay with taking some pain for them. I just hope it isn't too much.
He sat down, crossed his legs, and made a thumbs-up sign with his right hand. He then explained what he had just done.
"Alrighty! Since that one was selfless and in no way will help with your future survival, I'll grant you that one as a freebie. But remember, that's your only freebie."
I was a little surprised that he just went back on his word, meaning he didn't follow any definite rules personally, which is scary, but hey, I'm not complaining. Although another reason I was concerned was that he said it wouldn't help my survival, suggesting that the world I was being sent to might not be hospitable to newcomers.
After thinking a little bit, I changed what were going to be my following wishes and continued.
"Thanks for that. My second wish would be to allow me to customize my new body, which includes race, gender, body type, and anything else that deals with the body in the world I am transferring to."
I chose this as my next wish because he never stated that I would be reincarnated as a human, or even a humanoid for that matter. It would be best to get to chose what I am than some shady false god.
After making that request, he sat there for a good minute thinking or what looked like thinking. After a bit, he let out a frown, screamed, and replied begrudgingly, "Sure."
Shortly after, he made what looked to be a blue transparent computer window out of thin air. Soon after, it suddenly appeared in front of me.
Appearing to understand my confusion, he explained.
"You can move it with your mind. Just pick from the list it gives you."
When I looked back at him to ask him some questions, I saw he had a frown and was punching the ground like a mad child, so I just keep them to myself.
Scrolling down the list...Vampire, Druid, Valkyrie, there were just so many races to choose from. If all of these were possible in the world I was going to; there was probably be a lot of race prejudiced based on how some of these races were better than others.
After looking through the selection races for a while, a single one caught my eyes.
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Race: Primordial Human
Quick Description: Identical to Humans and High Humans, However, Holds no natural weaknesses of the other two. Immune aging nor needing to eat, sleep and defecate. Additional Primordial humans have 1000 times the physical strength of humans and 100 times that of high humans and an increased capacity to learn and remember.
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Even without seeing the full description, I knew I wanted it. It was exactly what I was looking for, a race not too far from humanity but had far more benefits. The fact that it was just a better variant of the humans also helped in my decision-making.
So in my mind, I keep hitting the enter button faster than fox mains while spamming.
'Your race has now been selected. Please now choose your physical appearance.'
Now, there were two options in front of me, male and female. Of course, I choose female what teenage male wouldn't, now it's saying that I have to design it.
Or well, that was what I would like to think was my reasoning .