As I died I expected everything to be over. Yet, for some reason I am alive in a sense, and across the table sitting leisurely on a chair is person with the same face as me, but with a completely different voice.
As I was nervously trying to figure out what was happening the other me spoke.
“Well, before we start I’d like to explain few things and apologize.”
“Apologize?” What the hell does he mean?
“Yes, anyways.” Fuck you. “The reason I have your face is because I have no actual face, also, I like to make people freak out when they see themselves. It’s kind of my hobby.”
“Fuck you.” This time I had to say it aloud.
“Yes, well, let’s continue. The reason I have to apologize is because of the reason you died. Actually, I am the cause of your death.” What?? “I was the one who pushed you in the metro. I’m sorry but it was necessary.”
So he says with a light smile while still having my face. I tried keeping my cool, but before I knew I already tossed the table aside (flip it!) and slammed his (my) annoying face on the ground.
“FUCK YOU!” Or so I was screaming while repeatedly slamming that piece of shit on the ground. Obviously trying to end his life.
After a while I stopped feeling slightly better, yet even though I knew that that bastard was completely fine. He stood up looking completely fine and sat at the chair.
“Let’s continue.” He says while pointing at the other chair. And somehow the table is back at it’s place. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. After I sat down he continued.
“Well then, I hope you’re feeling slightly better. Now let’s go through this quickly, your bashing of my head took enough time as it is.”
“Fine, so say it then. Who are you, what do you want, et cetera.”
“Very well, then. I am what you would call a God, although I am not a god of your world. There are other gods beside me but I was responsible for calling you here. The reason I called you here is because We need your help.”
“Ah, this feels familiar.” Tch, generic novel setting, although I kind of like reading it, I don’t like being pulled into it. And I thought it was just a fucking fantasy!
You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.
“Yes, it’s as you presume.”
“So what do you need my help with?” Let’s see if I’m going to hate this.
“We need you to lead the humanity against the beasts and demons.”
I already don’t like this… “Why?”
“Those wretched creatures are planning on killing all of humanity, and We cannot allow this. So We decided to someone from your world to help lead the humans in this war to come.”
“And I was the unlucky guy to be chosen?”
“Well… Yes. But you don’t need to worry. We will grant you several gifts to help you in the war against those monsters.”
He keeps changing the way he calls them, I don’t like it but, oh well.
“You will be given ability to master any magic, comprehension of all languages (it will help you interrogate prisoners as well), strength and a weapon. Also, you will be reincarnated into the royal family to make it easier for you to develop.”
“Sounds like you’re trying hard.” I couldn’t help but slightly feel excited, after all, it’s MAGIC. Like anyone else wouldn’t want to use magic even once.
“Yes, all so you could fulfill our request.”
“Fine. I’ll help. But for a weapon, what kind of weapon is it?” If it’s a generic sword of a “hero” I’m going to pass on that offer.
“Well, it’s a sword of the hero.” Fuck me.
“May I choose a different sword? One that isn’t absurd?”
Looking slightly perplexed, the god agreed to compromise. After a long debate and me trying to describe the weapon design. We came to a solution. It’s going to be a “living” weapon. A weapon that can transform per thought (mine of course) into any form. Be it a spear, a sword, a hammer or anything. Even a bow. I feel like this weapon is going to be really useful if I’m going to fight.
And finally, we came to a conclusion.
“Well then. It’s time for you to depart. I wish you the best in your new life. And We hope that you will succeed in your task.”
And so he lightly bowed. And I blacked out.
The next time I woke up, I was already in a body of an infant with no actual control of the body.
…
This. Is going to be a troublesome start.