Prologue
‘Huh, so death is this boring huh?’, I asked myself as I floated in a dark void. I had no idea how long I had been there in the darkness. ‘Wait am I dead? Last thing I remember was reading one of my favorite books for the umteenth time and then, nothing…… Ya i’m gonna guess that i’m more than likely dead.’
“Not so much, dead as fell out of the petri dish.” A voice, neither male nor female said from all around me. “I can sense that you are a little confused. I am what you would call the source, all dimension and all realities were crafted by me. Let’s take the petri dish analogy that I used a moment ago. Every reality inside a dimension is a petri dish on a shelf. The higher the shelf, the higher the dimension, the stronger the soul, et cetera. Entities like yourself who fall outside of their respective petri dishes are rare but you are not the first nor will you be the last. I can however send you into a different reality, that would suit your soul, but you cannot be human in this new reality, your soul wasn’t suited for what you life was for which is what caused your nihilism and depression. Do you accept my offer?”
‘What’s the catch? There is always a catch.” I said
“True there is always a price to pay, in this case it will be you memories and personality, you will have to be reforged in the process and come out a new soul but you will have some gifts in exchange, give and take as it were, I take away your memories and knowledge and personality, in return you receive a new life in a new reality that matches what you desire, a few gifts, and a fresh perspective on life. Sound fair to you?” The voice asked.
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‘What would these gifts be? Am I allowed to pick what they are? And why ask? Why not just do it?’ I thought at the voice
“What would be the point in just doing it? You still have your free will and your choices will affect how you influence those around you in your new life, the possibilities are too varied so I wish to see what path you will take. You may select Five gifts, no limits but be within reason. No more, no less. As to what your race will be upon your rebirth, that is my secret and surprise.” The voice said.
‘I want a great set of cultivation techniques, the ability to use all forms of magic without restriction or restrain, the ability to come back even from death to a state I was in before death, though to make that one within the bounds of reason, it should be timed and take longer the stronger I get. Lets see, that's Three, what should my last to be…’
“That’s four not three, removing the restrictions and restraints counts a gift for your ability to use magic counts as an additional gift. But smart of you to add the conditions for your fourth gift.”
“I don’t know what I should ask for for my final gift. So surprise me.” I thought. If this is real i was going to lose everything that made me, well… me. Then the pain began it felt as if I was in the middle of a roaring inferno in the core of the sun, or at least that was as close as I could come with an analogy, and then nothingness.