Alice Leno, 16, high school student. Both my parents died in an accident when I was 5, leaving me in the care of my aging grandparents. As such, ever since I realized that they had not much time in their life, I decided to work my best in order to repay them for taking me in. Time became my best friend and my worst enemy. Never is there a moment where I relax, always rushing against the clock.
Now, the only reason why I’m able to go through my entire life story is simple. Everyone is too slow. This lesson is too slow. What should’ve taken 20 minutes to explain, has dragged on for another 20. Making the most out of my time is my mission, so I absolutely can’t stand the fact that this lesson about calculus is taking forever.
This teacher is hopelessly inefficient. You would think that a bespectacled, big breasted woman would teach faster since she fits the typical trope of a confident and intellectual teacher; but no~. Shy and timid, roundabout explanations, she is the epitome of what people call incapable. I may be harsh, but clearly, this woman doesn’t fit the bare minimums every teacher should have. No offense, but I simply think this woman is just here to fill up the spaces this school should have, probably on minimum wage too.
Not good, at this point, I’m simply just ranting. Well, since the teacher is this slow I’ll just move on ahead to the next topic, advanced calculus *shudders*.
Oh, there’s the bell, school’s out. Damn, wasted too much time monologuing as usual. Stand and bow, and there she goes. With practiced movements, I pack my belongings into my bag with ease and leave the classroom.
Even as I walk I’m reading up on the next topic, just to reduce the amount of time I need to spend on it. As I read, I grew deeper into a trance, focusing mostly on the book and walking, and as such completely neglecting my surroundings.
“AHHH!”
A sudden scream shocked me out of my trance, by the time I looked up it was already too late. A truck was hurtling towards me, and I had no more time to dodge out of the way. A second later, I was sent flying from the collision, landing headfirst with a crack as I blacked out.
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I woke up gasping for air. Wait, how am I even awake?
“Greetings.”
What was that voice? Where the hell am I even? I woke up surrounded by white walls, and now there’s some random voice speaking to me, is this the typical reincarnation trope?
“Sigh. I told those goddamn idiots not to give those authors these ideas! There goes the goddamned surprise factor… And yes. This is your typical reincarnation trope. I swear to god I’m gonna murder those guys..”
I heard most of it, except the last part, was whispered. It’s probably nothing important. So you can read my mind, I’m definitely dead I guess. At least tell me why I’m here, aren’t supposed to go back to the cycle of reincarnation or something.
“They even told them about the reincarnation cycle?! Excuse me, I shall explain to you now, why you’re here.”
Great! Finally making some progress- I mean thanks.
“No need for formalities, Alice. We both know how much you hate it. Moving on. The reason you’re here is because Fate is especially cruel to you. It has robbed you of many things, the lives of your parents, and the time you could’ve spent doing other things.”
Okayyy. So some piece of shit decided to mess with me?
“Yes- I mean no! You can’t call Fate a piece of shit- Nevermind, I take that back. Yes.”
What now then? I’m dead, I basically can’t get back the time or whatever I lost right?
“Yes, yes you can. I’m giving you the choice to reincarnate into another world-”
With magic and swords and stuff right? Plus game-like status too?
“...Yes. I swear I’m getting sick and tired of the shit the other gods are giving out- Ahem, and you’ll get one power to go with you to the other world. Pick out one from the list, and if it’s not there I could make it for you, as a special service *wink*.”
How can you wink if you’re a voice? Nevermind, don’t answer that. Can you just display the time-related ones?
“I know what you’re thinking, and there are no time-related ones. Are you really sure you want to do this? It’s worse than a curse by Fate you know.”
Yes, I know what I’m doing. I think. No point questioning me further.
“Understood. I shall create the skill and title for you. I hope you don’t regret your choice, and good luck.”
Thanks.
=[Embodiment of time] created. Bestowing title and skills relevant upon Individual: [Alice Leno]=
=Sending soul to the world of Chaos, Sengaia=
=Soul transfer complete=
Once the mechanic voice stopped, my consciousness faded again. And here I thought I’d see God’s face. Heh, guess I couldn’t ask for too much.
Good bye and good night.