Chapter 1: Choices; You come to me and I come to you.
- Everyone likes and lives for power. The difference is that most are not obsessed with getting more than they already have.
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Tom of Hill
I am an educated and highly cultured person. Everyone who knows me knows this fact. And I admire that.
Shakespeare? I've read most of his books. Dostoevsky? You'd think I knew more about his works than he did. Machado de Assis? Ah, the worms of the future that devoured my flesh marvel at my admiration. That's the kind of person I am.
I don't even swear... Well, actually, I just have no social skills... But that doesn't matter! I'm someone with a natural aptitude for intellect! However, with my current situation, I can't help but say... no, scream in my mind: holy shit.
It was a situation that my mind struggled to comprehend. Common sense made my brain vehemently deny that this was happening to me, and my brain obediently tried to deny the absurd and inexplicable scenario I found myself in.
I transmigrated... or reincarnated... I don't know! All I know is that I don't know shit about what's going on and the only thing I know is that I possess the body of a person from another world who was inside a ship that seemed to be made of metal about two days ago, and now I'm in a ship or something, chained up with other people dressed in simple clothes. These people... who are strangely very beautiful.
In a new body, with a new life, in a new world, Trapped in chains... What's this situation? Have I been reincarnated as a bandit? Why am I trapped in chains?! And why do I look shorter than my "roommates"? Have I become a Dwarf? And I have a tail? What the hell is this?
Shit... damn... shit... damn... such words repeated themselves in my mind. After repeating them so many times that they lost the weight of their meaning, I began to think that I should exchange them for other, better and more serious insults.
Anyway, let's try... I don't know, how about: Damn! Disgrace! Son of a bitch! Sperm... Wait, that's not a swear word... Or is it? In my old world it wasn't, so here in this new world, maybe that is a swear word? Hell!
And on top of that, it's raining! There's probably a storm outside.
Don't get me wrong; I prefer cold weather to hot weather, but I don't like rain and the sound of it. It's probably because I had a trauma in elementary school when I fell in a muddy puddle on a rainy day.
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This increased my anger, which was already almost at its limit. Ah, great authority that brought me here! I demand that you explain yourself! Now! I order you to... Wait, I might get hurt if I make a deity angry. I must apologize soon!
Divinity, I apologize for my rudeness and lack of education towards you and I beg your forgiveness! Please forgive me! Your Honor and highest authority, in my defense, anyone would have the same reaction as me! Please do not be so harsh with me. Am I forgiven?
Yes, please... Please, please...
*THUNDER
"Ahh...!"
The sound of thunder startled me, causing me to let out a small scream. This bothered "my roommates", who looked at me strangely, as if to ask: brother, are you? English or Spanish?
I heard a low laugh, as if it was mocking my miserable situation. My hatred only increased. This only caused my already distressed heart to be pushed further into the pit of depression.
Why me? Why did I have to reincarnate? I had a good life! Even though I didn't have much of a social life, I had just finished high school and was already starting college! Plus, I was reincarnated as a chained bandit? Me, an upstanding citizen! I mean, sure, I stole pens in elementary school... 1097 pens, but that wasn't many, and I stopped certain deplorable habits and now I'm a good citizen and had a good future as a contributor to society! Why me? Reincarnate someone who committed suicide or someone with a shitty life, not me, dammit!
"Ah"
I let out a sigh. My situation wasn’t easy to swallow, but I had to do it. Either way, at least I was alive. As long as I was alive, I could start over. Even if my situation wasn’t the best and my future was uncertain.
No... I was in deep shit...
Damn whoever put me here... Wait, that's not what I meant, forget what I said!
I had to swallow my anger. My situation was already bad, imagine if I angered a powerful being and ended up having my life turned into hell?
No matter how unfair it was, I had to make an effort not to make what was already bad worse. That's how the world works: often, when someone with more power than you offends you, you have to keep quiet so as not to suffer reprisals later.
At least I'm sure that this world and my previous one have one thing in common: power and money decide who will live a miserable life and who will rule over others.
Personally, I don't care about this and just want to live in peace, but I find myself in a situation of questionable comfort, where I find myself without any power and without knowing the future. The only thing I can do is sigh and cry with sadness and hatred.
My heart simply filled with anxiety. Despite that, it began to calm down when I heard the rain weakening and stopping falling.
The rain had finally stopped. With that, I imagined a previously stormy sky gradually becoming clear as the sunlight gently pierced through the clouds as they drifted away one after another.
Of course, like everything imagined, it is just an illusion, the fruit of my futile imagination. It may be real... Or not.
I heard muffled screams coming from outside the ship.
"We're here!"