I followed the strange voice into a dark alley with graffiti all over the walls. The dirty alley was lined with red birks on one side with the other being white. The graffiti had various slogans, fuck the robots, Gerald was here, Christina Beckerson is ruining this country, Christina Beckerson for president 2172. I could hear the sound of busy traffic behind me, and raccoons digging into the trash can.

Then I saw it, a peculiar dark mist constantly changing its shape, dimly lit glowing eyes looking at me.

"Hey you," it said its glowing eyes locked on to me. I assumed it was referring to me because who else could it be?

"yes?" I asked unclear what it wanted with me.

" I am the Girm Reaper angel of death," The Girm Reaper said. The Grim Reaper? My thoughts raced, does that mean I'm dead? yes, I'm clearly dead i literally saw my dead body. I chastised myself.

"so, there's an afterlife?" I asked the unusual circumstances I'm currently in making me unsure of what else to ask.

" Yes there is an afterlife, but because you were not that exemplary nor evil, you will be reincarnated instead," Girm said, as he made a portal into a dark area he stepped in with a bony leg that was not there before, Before my eyes which I do not have anymore because I'm dead. The dark mist turned into the Grim Reaper.

"What do you mean I was not that exemplary nor evil? I asked confused about what that meant.

" That means you were a normal person. You didn't kill anyone, You have not caused a war or committed rape, and you were not that good you did not solve world hunger, you did not solve cancer.

"So reincarnate?" I asked is my Indian family right? Is there reincarnation after death?

"yes, you will have your memories wiped, and your soul integrated into a new body," he said as we walked into the portal. it closed behind me

"What about my family will they be okay? I worried how they would react to my passing.

"They will be sad, and after your funeral. They will cremate your body and keep your ases in a jar to remember you," he said as we stopped in the back of a huge line. I saw many people of various ethnicities and classes poor people and rich people equal after death.

"Bye," he said" May it be a long time before we meet again." and he left.

I walked in the line I saw in front of me was a homeless man. He had a long bread with grey hair and he was wearing a brown hoodie, and behind me was a young African girl. I wonder how she died? Her ribs got me the answer. The walkway was a single long strip of some glowing material, with a strange force field preventing me from jumping off. I saw a biszard light ahead of me that was the end of the walkway. A strange voice then called out to me

"To whom it may concern" the voice spoke." I have a deal for you Aakesk," it said. Deal?

"Do you want to be reincarnated with our memories? it asked. I was confused, shouldn't I have my memories wiped clean?

"what do you mean?" I asked wondering what was going on.

"I'm Qweasd God of trickery," Qweasd said. God? I wondered what they wanted with me.

"What do you want with me? I questioned him as I was looking around to try to encounter him.

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"well it's quite simple you see, I was wondering how far could a person get in the system if they were sentient from day one?" he asked. system? Is this like some Isekai novel I read? He continued "So do you want to be reincarnated into my world with all your memories?' he asked.

"Why should I agree?" I ask

"because otherwise you will be wiped out of this world," he said

"I already died though," I said.

"yes, but is it realy death if you can still remind?" he said. I agreed with him, and having my memories wiped did not seem pleasant.

"why me?" I asked

"I went eenie meenie miney moe and picked you" he gleefully said. So it was random.

"What is the catch?" I asked thinking there must be a catch.

"well I will be checking up on you every 5 years to see how far you are," he said. I decided I might as well. I had nothing to lose.

"ok, I agree," I said.

"Great!" A white, skinny man in a tall, black, top hat with a white stripe near the base suddenly appeared. He wore a golden-colored suit with a black tie, and his pants were golden too. The world blurred around me as I was teleported into a room on the left walls there was a portrait of Qweasd, and the walls were wooden with a dark brown wood. There was a desk near the front and a stool with 3 legs. On the right side, there was a bookshelf filled with books.

"come take a seat," Qweasd said. Why did he take me here? Where is here?

"Where am I, and why am I here?" I asked looking at his brown eyes, he had black hair and a shortbread barely 3 centimeters long(1 inch).

"You are in a room I magicked up, and we are here for more carefully discuss our deal," he said while smiling. I noticed his dimples.

"Could you elaborate more plz?" I asked confused

"Well, you can choose who your parents are, and where you are born. What Traits you are given" he said as he summoned a status into the air.

Name: unknown

Race: unknown

Level: unknown

Class: Unknown

Age: unknown

Trait: unknown

Health: 0/0 Stamina: 0/0 Mana: 0/0 Psi: 0/0

Vitality: 0

Endurance: 0

Strength: 0

Dexterity: 0

Senses: 0

Wisdom: 0

Intellect : 0

Magic: 0

Charisma:0

Luck: 0

Free Points: 0

Skill: none

"now" he stated "before you get any ideas I will only change your traits because anything else would be unrealistic " he ended.

"what do you mean unrealistic?" I asked perplexed about what he meant.

"Well as I said earlier. I was wondering how far could a person get in the system if they were sentient from day one, so I will only give you what is reasonable for a native to have," he said. The best thing right now for me to do would be to figure out what these stats do.

"What do these starts mean?" I asked.

"Vitality influences how much health you have. Endurance determines your Stamina. Strength is how strong you are, and Dexterity is how fast you are. Senses are how good your perception of the world is. Wisdom is how much psi you have. Intellect is how smart you are. Magic is your mana stat. Charisma is how munch rizz you have, and luck is how lucky you are." he said

"ok, what do traits do ?" I asked

"Well, traits are a bit more complicated, mainly a thing that makes getting things earlier a person like, for example, the trait mana blessed that makes mana skills and classes easier to get," he explained. I pondered over this and I reminber how hard it was after my dream job was take by AI i want to make sure that never happens again, so couldn't I get a trait that makes all skills easier to get?

"Is there there a trade that makes it easier to get skills?"I asked

"yes," he said, "there are 3 in fact first there's the researcher who slightly increases his chances of getting skills then their investigator moderately increases his chances of getting skills, but greatly increases XP needed for the first 10 levels, and finally experimenter greatly increases chances of getting skills, but first 50 level XP requirements are increased by 10."

"Mmmmmm" I considered my options. I can immediately dismiss the researcher. It had no negative effects; however, it had no big positive effect. The investigator was great, but 10 times XP for 50 levels was too much too long.

"Give me The Investigator," I said confidently.

"Are you sure?" he asked

"yes," I said without stepping a beat.

"OK, so on the topic of parents. What do you want?" he stated. I think it would be best to have two well-off parents, but not nobles. I don't have the patience necessary for the political games they will play. A knight family would be nice, but risky one war, and I could be an Orphan.

"Give me two well-off parents one a merchant" I requested.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. He clapped and it went black.