My name is Yuta I was a 35yr old man working an average job at a local pharmacy. I spent all my savings when I was younger partying with friends not realizing the financial status of my family because of the dumb actions I was unable to go to a university and I was forgotten by all my friends. I lived day by day asking the gods of the heaven for one more chance but never got it at least I thought.
While walking home from a regular day at work I came across a little girl playing in the road "so cute!". Wait what’s that sounds like a tuck(truck-kun) lookout!. I frantically ran to her and gave her the hardest push onto the sidewalk.In that moment I said to myself Oh- well this is it I had fun ill finally be able to rest now.
“No No No you won’t die here”. Who said that a strange angelic voice said to me you are the chosen one and the only one who can save the world. I shall Bestow to you another chance she said. How could this be have the Gods of the heaven finally heard my prayer? How am I going to be in the next life I hope I’m Rich!. The goddess said I shall bless you with my divine powers you shall be the one and true ruler of this world beware that the road to prosperity ahead may be blood-filled and full of despair. Go now we shall soon meet again!!
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Uh- what is this feeling why can’t I move. Huh, why can’t I speak am I dead? simultaneously all these thoughts rushed to my head."Hello son are you hungry don’t worry ill get you some food when your father gets here" wait what? who is this strange woman why does she call me son where am I? uhh I can’t think I’m getting sleepy let me take a rest.
The next day I was woken up by the most disturbing sounds. What is this sound why is my mom crying come to think of it I went to sleep before my dad could come back. Looking around it was so gloomy I was living under some wood and leaves am I still dreaming I thought I Was going to be rich!.
“Get back to work you lowly slave” don’t tell me I’ve been born a slave. As the beating stopped the door opened it was my father He was bruised and left cut open from the back bleeding rapidly my mother quickly rushed to aid him I hope hell be okay.At that moment an intensifying rave engulfed me "I swear how can you do this to my father I swear that I shall have your head and ill make your mom my wife".