Congratulations: You died!

"Bwah?!" James sat bolt upright, slamming his face into the small girl leaning over him causing her to flail her arms and fall backwards with a squeak.

"Eyaaaaah!" The girl laid on her back for a while, seemingly stunned, as James looked on questioningly. The small girl then started giggling and rolling around on the floor. James looked on with his eyes wide 'Is this what an insane person looks like?'

"Welcome to the afterlife James, you died!" The girl said, in a seemingly far too upbeat mood, considering the content. She leapt to her feet, grin splitting her whole face and eyes squinting slightly. The girl looked to be about 12-13 years old, blonde hair down to her feet and wearing a white sundress. James finally peeled his eyes away from the strange insane girl to look around the room. Everything was white, it was so white in fact that he couldn't get a handle on how large the room actually was.

"The room has no size, it is not really a room, either. This place happens to be a separate dimension I created specifically to speak to you for this short time." The girl said, still with that same grin on her face.

'Eeeeeeh? Did she just read my mind?' James thought.

"Of course, I am God after all, it would be silly to think that I couldn't." The girl's grin widened even more.

"Riiiiight, so I'm dead then? What killed me?" (James)

"A meteorite, I threw it at you while you were sleeping." (God)

"Wait, so you killed me? Why?" (James)

"Well, I was bored and you were bored, so I felt like we could do something fun." (God)

"Look, you seem nice and all, but I don't really have a thing for little girls, so could you just send me back now?" (James)

The girl looked stunned at the curt answer before her grin returned just as quickly and she started laughing like a maniac.

"Hahahahahahaha, tha- haa haa, that isn't what I meant at all." The goddess said while giggling. "No, I have a new universe I created based on the games and fictions from your world and I want you to test it for me. Think of yourself as a beta tester for a new universal system. Well, I say new but the world is still over a hundred thousand years old." (God)

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"Besides, it's not actually possible for you to go back home, you are dead after all." (God)

"Aahh, I suppose so, it isn't like I wanted to be there anymore anyway." James had been 32 years old when he died. Still quite young as far as most people were concerned, but he had grown tired of living the same boring grind that everyone else seemed perfectly content with. Working every day, eating, playing games, and sleeping. Barely living, he had once called it, no goals in life, just existing for the sake of existing.

“Well, what kind of world am I going to anyways, you said something about a game-like system?” (James)

“Yes, it is a world made with a free-form levelling system, there are no classes but it does have levels, attributes and skills.” (God)

“What about magic?” (James)

“Of course it has magic! How could it be a game world without magic?” (God)

“Sounds like it could be fun, what do I need to do?” (James)

“That's just it, I don't need you to do anything, be yourself, and have fun.” (God)

“So there is no demon lord or catastrophic problems in the world? I don't have to save the world from impending doom?” (James)

“Well, there is a demon lord, but you don't have to do anything about it if you don't want to. The world isn't in any form of immediate crisis.” (God)

“Cool, so I just get to play around in a fantasy world for fun? Can I start now?” (James)

“Not so fast, we haven't figured out what you want to be yet” (God)

“What do you mean?” (James)

“Well, for instance, there are many races aside from humans that are available in the new system.” (God)

“Such as?” (James)

“Well, there are several hundred races, some of which start sentient, and others that may gain sentience with time. Of course, any race you choose would start sentient regardless.” (God)

“Any suggestions then?” (James)

“Well from how I see it, you have two options. The first would be to pick a race and depending on the difference in the strength of your soul and the body itself, I could give you some starting skills to balance out the remainder.” The goddess said while thinking. “The second option would be to choose a skill and I can see if there are any races compatible with the chosen skill.” (God)

“What do you mean by the 'strength of my soul'?” James asked.

“Well, the soul can only handle so much strain before being torn apart, as such if you were to pick very powerful abilities and an incredibly powerful race, the soul would not have enough strength to support both. If you tried to do it anyway you would most likely die as soon as I created your body. Of course, I wouldn't let you choose something like that, as it would be pointless to have you revisit me so soon.” (God)

“Hmmmm, I have an idea for a skill but I'm not sure it's viable” (James)

The goddess seemed to be pondering for a bit before saying. “It's a good skill, but you do realize you will have to have a comparatively weak body to compensate for it.”

'It seems she read my mind again,' James thought, smiling, and said, “I figured that would be the case when I thought of it.”

“You are going to have a hard time in the beginning, but watching your growth should be incredibly exciting. I look forward to seeing what you can do,” The cheshire-like grin spread across the goddess' face again.

James took one last look at the room as everything faded to black and thought. 'I hope she doesn't make me a slime.'