"¿Eh? ¿Dónde estoy?" Murmuró Christopher, con una mezcla de sorpresa y asombro.

Sus pies no tocaron el suelo, sino más bien una superficie etérea que se extendía debajo de él como una nube sólida. A su alrededor, el paisaje era tan bello como desconcertante. Las montañas, en lugar de estar cubiertas de nieve, estaban adornadas con picos de cristal que brillaban con una luz iridiscente. Los lagos, en lugar de ser prístinos y claros, reflejaban las estrellas y los secretos del universo en sus aguas profundas y oscuras. Y los bosques, en lugar de ser simplemente verdes, parecían vibrar con una energía antigua y poderosa, como si estuvieran vivos y conscientes.

Una sensación de asombro se apoderó de Christopher mientras contemplaba el paisaje que tenía ante él. Sabía, en el fondo, que no se encontraba en ningún lugar de la tierra conocida. Estaba en el reino de lo divino, en el hogar de los dioses y deidades que habían dado forma al mundo desde tiempos inmemoriales.

Christopher, con la mirada fija en la figura frente a él, dejó de lado la magnificencia de su entorno para concentrarse en la presencia frente a él. Una luz cálida y dorada lo envolvió todo, pero esta vez no solo provenía del sol, sino que también emanaba de la deidad que se manifestó ante él. Era una luz que trascendía lo físico, irradiando sabiduría y poder, iluminando el camino hacia la comprensión y la transformación.

La figura dejó de fluctuar entre formas luminosas y tomó la apariencia de un hombre de mediana edad con piel pálida. Llevaba un traje inglés color carbón con rayas grises, complementado con un bombín oscuro a juego. Su puerta era el epítome de la elegancia y la gracia, con el pelo gris cuidadosamente cortado cayendo sobre el cuello del hombre.

Mientras se acercaba, Christopher pudo distinguir la suavidad del azul en los ojos del hombre, un tono que reflejaba la esencia misma del cielo. Sus manos estaban enfundadas en guantes de un blanco puro, que desprendían un brillo delicado capaz de refractar la luz en los ojos del observador. En su mano derecha sostenía un bastón de madera cuya veta grababa galaxias espirales.

Un momento de silencio envolvió a Christopher, mientras absorbía la extrañeza de la situación que tenía ante él. Sólo cuando el hombre habló, Christopher se dio cuenta de que ya no estaba en la Tierra.

"Saludos, Christopher", dijo, su voz profunda y ronca resonó en el espacio. "Ven y toma asiento, deberíamos hablar un rato". Con un movimiento de su mano izquierda, el entorno se transformó de un paraíso divino a una pequeña oficina en mal estado.

Christopher, todavía aturdido por el cambio, siguió las instrucciones del hombre, sintiendo que estaba a punto de embarcarse en una conversación que cambiaría su destino para siempre.

El lugar al que lo llevaron tenía las paredes empapeladas con un patrón floral descolorido y desgastado, que apenas lograba disimular las manchas de humedad y suciedad acumuladas con el tiempo. Fue imposible determinar el color original del papel, tan descolorido estaba después de años de abandono. Un cuadro de paisaje mediocre, pintado descuidadamente con una técnica impresionista, colgaba torcido en un rincón, mientras que una desgastada fotografía en blanco y negro de una familia desconocida descansaba sobre una mesa tambaleante.

Christopher miró hacia abajo y vio al extraño hombre ya sentado en una silla de aspecto gastado, detrás de un escritorio de roble carcomido por el tiempo. El otrora majestuoso escritorio ahora parecía triste y abandonado, con la madera astillada y manchada. Frente a él, una silla con el respaldo roto esperaba al invitado, como si estuviera a punto de ceder bajo el peso de cualquiera que se atreviera a sentarse en ella.

"Me presento, mi nombre es George", dijo el hombre con voz cansada, como si estuviera acostumbrado a estas reuniones mundanas. "Tengo buenas y malas noticias, ¿cuál te gustaría escuchar primero?" -preguntó, como si fuera una simple formalidad de una conversación normal.

Christopher se sentó, sintiéndose aún más confundido por la discrepancia entre la importancia del momento y la mediocridad de su entorno. La sensación de misterio se intensificaba con cada detalle mundano que observaba en esa oficina desalmada.

"El malo", respondí, sin entender muy bien lo que estaba pasando.

"Estás muerto", dijo George sin ningún tono en su voz, como si estuviera leyendo la lista de compras.

La mente de Christopher daba vueltas mientras intentaba comprender lo que estaba pasando. Había oído hablar antes de la idea de una vida futura, pero nunca había creído en ella.

George pareció sentir su confusión y le sonrió amablemente.

"Sé que esto puede ser abrumador para ti, Christopher, pero te aseguro que esto es real. Dejaste tu vida mortal y ahora estás aquí en el más allá. Te traje aquí para hablar sobre tu otra vida".

¿Vida futura? ¿De qué estaba hablando? Recordando sus últimos recuerdos de él, Christopher estaba en su habitación, escribiendo un panfleto a favor del sufragio femenino cuando sintió un profundo dolor en el pecho. Se dejó caer sobre la mesa, entrecerró los ojos momentáneamente por el dolor y cuando los abrió, estaba aquí en este mundo.

"¿Vida futura?" Él le preguntó, su voz apenas era más que un susurro. "Pero antes estaba muy vivo. ¿Es esto algún tipo de broma?"

"Déjame explicarte, Christopher", dijo George. "Su lucha contra el apartheid y por los derechos de las mujeres los convirtió en enemigos del gobierno".

Los ojos de Christopher se abrieron en shock ante sus palabras. "¿Enemigos en el gobierno? ¿Qué quieres decir?" preguntó, aunque entendía las implicaciones de sus palabras.

"Sabes lo rápido que avanza la química en vuestro mundo y con ella nacen nuevos venenos, más fuertes y más difíciles de detectar", continuó George.

Christopher sintió que una oleada de ira y frustración crecía en su interior. "¿Y qué? ¿Me estás diciendo que me asesinaron? ¡Nunca pensé que llegarían tan lejos!"

George levantó una mano para calmarlo. "Entiendo cómo te sientes, Christopher. Pero si vengo ante ti, no es solo para decirte eso. También te presento la oportunidad de una nueva vida en otro mundo, con tus recuerdos intactos".

"¿Nueva vida? ¿Otro mundo?" repitió Cristóbal. "¡No quiero eso! Quiero volver a mi mundo".

La expresión de George se suavizó. "Entiendo que puede que no sea fácil de aceptar, pero lamentablemente no puedo enviarte de regreso a tu mundo. Tu cuerpo mortal ya pereció. Ahora puedes elegir si quieres reencarnar siguiendo el proceso normal o el proceso especial".

Christopher felt a lump in his throat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All of this was too much for him to take in.

"But what about my family and my friends? What will happen to them?"

George's eyes filled with compassion as he spoke softly to Christopher. "I understand this may be difficult for you to accept, but unfortunately, they will mourn your sudden death, but eventually they will move on and have a good life. Do you want me to show you a glimpse of their future?"

"Can you do that?" Christopher asked.

"I'm the CEO of this universe, Christopher. I can do it if you want."

"Then show me," Christopher allowed.

George moved his wrist and suddenly, a vision appeared before Christopher's eyes. He saw his parents sitting in the living room of his house, surrounded by friends and family. They were all dressed in black and their faces were haggard with pain.

Christopher felt a pang of sadness as he watched them cry for him. But as the vision continued, he saw that they were slowly but surely beginning to move on with their lives. He watched his brother graduate from a prestigious university and get a good job, his sister become one of the most successful businesswomen in the country, and his little sister pursue her dream of becoming a doctor.

Christopher couldn't help but feel glad that they were having a good life even with him gone. He was the eldest and breadwinner of the family, and he supported his younger siblings. Thinking that his sacrifice would bear fruit and that they would succeed gave her a sense of comfort.

As the vision faded, Christopher wiped away his tears and turned to George. "Thank you for showing me that. It's comforting to know they'll be okay."

George nodded. "I'm glad I can give you some comfort. But Christopher, you must understand that there is no turning back to your mortal life. However, since you are going to be reincarnated, in addition to the normal reincarnation process as a normal person, you can choose to a special process." .

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Christopher looked at him curiously. "Special processes? Do you mean those in novels where a person is reincarnated in another world and acquires extraordinary abilities?"

"Well, you can say that," Ciel agreed. "Magic and technology are two sides of the same coin. They both try to use the energy of the universe for their purposes. Since mass and energy are equivalent, a magician can use that to transform the world. But in the universe he "I manage there are no breeds with that ability, so it will not be the same as what you have read. However, I can still bless you with something that will make you powerful.”

"So magic exists" Christopher said in amazement.

"Okay, I think I'm getting it, but why me?" Christopher asked after a minute of silence, his mind filled with doubts.

"Well, Christopher, when you were on Earth, you would have noticed that you were smarter than everyone else, they would have called you a genius, right? Well, that's because of your unusually powerful soul, which allows you to reincarnate with your memories," he explained. Jorge.

"An unusually powerful soul, huh?" Christopher hummed thoughtfully. But now that he received that explanation, he understood why he was always so advanced compared to his contemporaries. He was an engineering student and a professional gamer, constantly getting good grades and winning tournaments, which gave him enough money to support his and his family's education. Thinking that his sacrifice would bear fruit and that they would succeed gave her a sense of comfort.

"How rare is this kind of soul?" he asked.

"This happens once every 10,000 years in this universe. But to reincarnate with your memories, such a soul alone is not enough. It also takes a lot of positive karma, which you also have. That's why I offer you a deal." George responded in a monotone voice and continued: "You can choose to reincarnate following the normal process, under which you will forget everything but, with karma, you will be born in a very good position in life, or you can reincarnate with your memories and some benefits of the profession." .

"What benefits?" Christopher asked, curious.

"The benefits are powers unique to this job that you can possess. They say knowledge is power, and so I will grant you that power. You will have an encyclopedic knowledge of everything scientific. How the plane flies, how cars move, and how it works the steam engine As an engineering student, you may know those concepts, but can you create one with your current knowledge?

Christopher shook his head. "Not…"

"Then I will give you the knowledge and experience to make one, even if you have not had the opportunity to build one before, it will come naturally to you. The second power I am going to grant you is the ability to defend yourself." . "I will bless you with the art of combat so that you can protect yourself in this new world," George said.

Christopher frowned. "Wait... I think I'm starting to understand. You're sending me to a world that's centuries behind mine? Like medieval times or something?"

George's lips curved into a soft smile. "You are absolutely right. I have prepared a world for you that is far behind in terms of technology and culture compared to your previous world."

"I see," Christopher stroked his chin. "So this will be similar to the tech gap genre that I read about in novels. I don't know... but this excites me."

"With those two powers, you will be able to thrive in this new world," Ciel said. "Why don't we try it now? Explain to me what oxidative phosphorylation is."

Christopher's eyes widened in surprise when Georgele asked him to explain oxidative phosphorylation. It was a topic I had read about before in some biology articles, but never delved into it. So, naturally, he wouldn't know the answer, but curiously, words were forming inside his brain, preparing for an answer.

Then, curious about these supposed benefits, his mouth moved.

"Oxidative phosphorylation is a metabolic process that uses the energy released by the oxidation of nutrients to produce adenosine triphosphate (ATP). It is so called to distinguish it from other pathways that produce ATP with lower efficiency, called the "substrate level." "It is estimated that up to 90% of cellular energy in the form of ATP is produced this way... wait a minute, how do I know this?"

"See? Even if you have no prior knowledge of a certain topic, you will naturally understand it. Of course, if you are not familiar with a topic, you won't understand it, right? But with the power I blessed you with." , you can use it as a Wikipedia like the one in your world. Check it out".

Suddenly, a game-like user interface appeared in front of Christopher.

[Host: Christopher Anderson.

Look for:

Books: Psychology, religion, history, geography, pedagogy, mathematics, economics, quantum mechanics, astrophysics, geology, organic chemistry, molecular biology, fine arts, physical communication, agronomy, horticulture, soil sciences, agricultural engineering, animal science, languages . ]

"This is like a game..." Christopher muttered under his breath.

"Now, for your second skill, which tests your fighting skills. Defeat these two experienced martial artists I summoned..." George flicked his finger and two figures materialized next to him.

Without warning, the two martial artists pounced on Christopher simultaneously, their movements fluid and coordinated. Christopher watched them carefully, his eyes following their every movement as they approached him. He watched the way they placed their feet, the way they clenched their fists, and the way they breathed.

As they approached him, Christopher took a step back and raised his arms, his fists clenched tightly. The first martial artist, a tall, muscular man, aimed a roundhouse kick at Christopher's head. He ducked, avoiding the attack, and then counterattacked with a swift blow to the man's stomach. The blow left the man breathless, making him stumble backwards.

Meanwhile, the second martial artist, a shorter but more agile fighter, attempted to kick Christopher's legs. Christopher stepped aside, evading the attack, and then delivered a powerful uppercut to the man's chin. The impact sent the man flying through the air and he landed hard on the ground.

Christopher took a defensive stance, eyes locked on the two martial artists as he stood up. He could see the determination in his eyes, the fierce will to win. But Christopher was also determined.

This is his new power and he couldn't be more excited to try it out and explore it.

The martial artists attacked again, this time more aggressively. They unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, trying to overwhelm Christopher with his speed and strength. But Christopher was ready for them. He dodged and weaved, his movements were fluid and elegant. He parried her attacks and then launched lightning-fast counterattacks, each blow landing with precision and force.

The martial artists fought with everything they had, but in the end, they were no match for Christopher's skills. With one final blow, he knocked them both unconscious, leaving them lying on the ground. Christopher stood there for a moment, catching his breath and taking stock of his victory.

"That was...surprisingly easy," he said, a note of disbelief in his voice.

"Still, that won't do you much good. At most it will save you from extreme circumstances. One man can never defeat an army, which is why the greatest power that exists is not just technology or military power, since even the Larger Empires that seemed unbeatable fall from within, so you will have the knowledge and experience of politics and oratory to convince others and achieve alliances, in addition to recognizing the plans of your enemies and having the ability to read people "You will have the ability of an unbeatable general in battle, who defeats an outnumbered army. Would you like to try it?"

After a nod from Christopher, I felt an indescribable pain in my head, as if my soul was breaking into a thousand pieces, and in each of those fragments I saw scenes that passed at an immense speed. In some he led an army that defended itself in multiple locations, such as a plain or

a mountain range, with a river between the two armies. In others, I led a guerrilla war and therefore saw countless battle scenes, in multiple eras, from bow and arrows to hypersonic missiles, and from commanding a few dozen people to leading a war with millions of soldiers mobilized. Moments later, those scenes changed from guerrillas to political campaigns, from command centers to palace plans, and this is how I saw myself in the politics of countless government systems and in all eras.

"So what do you think?" -Jorge asked.

"I don't know... the feeling is indescribable."

He smiled, as he took out a palm-sized stack of papers from a drawer and said:

“If you want to be reincarnated with your memories and some benefits of the profession, read and sign this,” he said as he pushed the mountain of papers with letters the height of a micrometer, with a bold title that read “Terms of employment for administrative personnel.” .

Christopher took the contract with trembling hands, his eyes anxiously scanning the lines of printed text. Each word seemed to carry the weight of an uncertain future, a destiny he was about to seal with his signature. A feeling of fear

and anxiety washed over him as he considered the implications of what he was about to accept.

“I'm interested in accepting but I have questions that I would like you to answer” seeing him nod continuously

“ok…what would my job be? I read it in the contract but I would like to know it from you” “travel to a world in which you will be born as a vebe, you will develop civilization, technology and culture and you will lay the foundations for that world to continue developing in your absence

“Okay, but what would your salary be? because none of that is mentioned in the contract”:

"transcend the cycle of reincarnation and have an immortal soul so that as long as you do not resign (work forever) you will not be able to die, although according to the terms of the contract you will have a century of vacation for each millennium of work"

"Then I'm going to work for eternity without any pay," Christopher said with a nervous laugh that escaped his lips. It seemed ironic to him that even in the afterlife the idea of working without monetary reward was still valid. However, the idea of compensation beyond the material intrigued him, making him question the true value of his work in the grand scheme of the universe. Putting those thoughts aside, he continued with the questions.

"Who are you?" Christopher asked curiously.

"I'm the CEO of this universe," George answered calmly, as if it were a routine question he had already prepared. "My job is to ensure that it is developed sustainably."

George's response only fueled Christopher's curiosity. "Who chose you for that position?" He continued to press.

"Being the first being to achieve strong enough karma and soul when I died, I was given that position," George explained seriously. "It was empty because it was a fairly young universe."

"Okay, I understand," Christopher murmured with a trembling voice as he signed the contract that was going to change his destiny.

"Well, now that you've accepted the job, you can go to your new world. If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask," George announced, indicating that the conversation was coming to an end.

"Uhm... What are the conditions for a promotion?" Christopher asked, feeling the need to know more about his future in this new role.

A laugh echoed from George before he responded. "Haha, ambitious boy!" he exclaimed he. "If you perform well at your job, you will be able to accumulate enough karma to be able to pass it on to others. With that karma, you will be able to store their souls in the void for a time before they enter the cycle of reincarnation. So, when you are in another world, you will be able to invoke their soul with their memories to inhabit a body that you have prepared. In this way, you will be able to have assistants in your work."

Intrigado por estas posibilidades, Christopher siguió con otra pregunta. "Uhm... ¿otra pregunta? ¿Naceré como un bebé?" preguntó, registrando las novelas y mangas de reencarnación que solía leer.

"Nacerás bebé, Christopher", anunció George solemnemente.

Christopher suspiró, sintiendo una mezcla de emociones revoloteando en su pecho. "Está bien... creo que estoy listo", murmuró con determinación, aunque su voz temblaba ligeramente.

"Sal por la puerta y salta hacia la espiral en el vacío, y tu alma irá a tu reencarnación", instruyó Ciel, señalando hacia la puerta en la parte trasera de la oficina.

Christopher dio un paso adelante con una mezcla de ansiedad y determinación. Abrió la puerta y su mirada se encontró con la profunda oscuridad que se extendía ante él, una vorágine que parecía absorberlo todo. Una ola de emoción y miedo lo invadió mientras miraba hacia el abismo. Sin embargo, en medio de esa incertidumbre, una chispa de intriga y coraje lo impulsó hacia adelante. Dio el salto hacia lo desconocido.

Sintió que una repentina ráfaga de viento lo atravesaba, una sensación de ingravidez lo envolvía mientras caía al vacío. El aire silbaba a su alrededor y la oscuridad lo absorbía todo, como una manta envolvente que lo sumergía en lo desconocido. Por un momento, el miedo y la emoción se entrelazaron en su pecho, pero una determinación férrea lo sostuvo mientras caía.

En esos breves momentos de caída libre, Christopher experimentó una serie de sensaciones abrumadoras. Su mente luchaba por entender lo que estaba pasando, mientras su cuerpo respondía al vértigo y la adrenalina que lo embargaban.

Finalmente, en un destello fugaz, Christopher desapareció en la oscuridad, su figura fusionándose con el vacío infinito. En ese fugaz momento, el destino de Christopher se entrelazó con el universo, marcando el comienzo de una nueva aventura más allá de los límites del tiempo y el espacio.