Suddenly being somewhere else, wherever here actually was, is not a experience you wish on anyone. Still here our protagonist was, in front of a big desk with paperwork stacked high and an empty chair for the owner.

Where am I?

The most terrifying thing right now, was that he couldn't do a single thing, he was stuck on the chair only able to move his head and even then he couldn't open his mouth to shout for help or if there is anyone here.

Why can't I move?

As the minutes ticked off, he slowly started to calm down, after all nothing was happening and started to inspect his surroundings. Nothing really stood out until he laid his eyes on some of the paperwork. He was totally floored by what he could see on the top of the document.

Office for Misplaced Souls. Now this might be a shocker to most people but he just laughed it off, this had to be a prank.

He might have had no idea where he was right now, but he knew his own health and he was in absolutely zero danger of dying. Perfect health since young and still in his twenties so no health issues. He had jobbed off and on in the past, still right now, he was in an off period and the most strenuous activity he had to do was walk down the street to shop for groceries.

After bolstering his spirits with the idea that it is an elaborate prank or scam, but there still was a small doubting voice in his head saying the dreaded, what if it isn’t. This time he couldn’t calm down even after a long time had passed.

Trying to distract himself, he got back to reading the document and noticed something that had escaped him the first time. The language the document was written in was foreign. Yet he could understand everything written on it. It was a brochure about the Office of Misplaced Souls.

It stated that there were several choices to make as a displaced soul, reincarnating into a world with good starting conditions, joining the “heaven” organization with extra benefits and preferential treatment earning points to make my next reincarnation better or taking temporary rest in paradise, with extended stay before getting inserted into the reincarnation cycle.

Holy Moly, those are some nice choices.

He wasn’t anywhere near calm, but he still could think clearly.

Hm, okay there are only two possible situations here.

One, this is a prank, and nothing here really matters, his confidence in that situation was rapidly shrinking however. Second, it's not a prank and real, and he should get the best deal he could get.

Picking the second situation would clearly be the safe pick. If it is just a prank and he fell for it, he would have lost nothing. Only some douche bags will have had their laughs at his expanse. The moment they ask for money I will know that it is a scam.

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So mentally preparing himself for a tough negotiation, to get maximum benefits. He started to make a list.

1. Get more Information.

2. Play the blame game.

3. Play distraught and hysterical.

4. Try to get a tour of paradise and other options.

Before he could get to create a fifth point on his mental list, he started to make out two voices getting closer to the office.

First Voice: “...another one. The people from Guardian Division sure are getting worse by the day.”

Second Voice: “I heard Geralt from there wanted to compete with you for the upcoming promotion, with all the displaced people they are letting through though, he has no chance at all!”

Getting my first look at the two people, he was rather stunned one was a stunning blonde woman with real knockers and a figure to kill for, the other seemed to be a rather ordinary looking male, if there was not one glaring thing that stood out. Both of them were shining with white light, especially the male one.

Male Voice: “Hello, I am John Mason and will be your Reincarnation Officer today. This is my colleague Miranda Held, she is preparing to take over my position after my promotion, so she will not participate and only observe the proceedings.”

Our protagonist tried to greet him back, but still couldn’t move or say anything.

“No need to worry, we are allowed to read surface thoughts. Otherwise we would have to learn far to many languages to manage everyone.”

Trying to nod, and finding out he was still not in control of his head. What the hell, why can’t i still move.

“We are very Sorry for your early demise and will forward your complaints to the guardian division.” Pause. “ You have already looked through the pamphlet, that is good, what are your thoughts on the choices?”

It was like looking at someone on the phone, only hearing half the conversation. However for me it felt far worse, he was desperately trying to project his thoughts at them, to interject something, trying to get more information. Only to realise that something was wrong, they couldn’t hear a thought of his or they were completely ignoring him.

Hello. Can you hear me? Why isn't this working? They said they would be able to hear my thoughts, whats wrong?

Suddenly he saw the guy smirking at him, and real bad feeling began to form in his gut.

“Ah, you don’t like any of the choices? Well your in luck, we are currently running a beta project that might suit you.”

What the fuck. I liked those choices, hell no I don't want to join some damned beta project.