*Zas*
The acid from the factory where Arthur worked was burning him. The safety regulations required the barrel of acid to be secured with several locks, something his stingy boss had omitted. "It burns," Arthur thought, as his strident screams barely startled his few co-workers, who looked at him with indifference.
From a distance, the plant manager was speeding over to find out what was happening, but upon seeing Arthur kicking on the ground as the acid splashed everywhere, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Damn it, couldn't you just die quietly?" the manager said as he made several calls on his phone.
Suddenly, Arthur's screams ceased. He no longer felt pain; his own skin had dissolved.
"Well, that was my last memory before appearing here," the sword thought aloud, watching giant lizards fly in the sky.
"I'm not very used to this stuff. I mean, back then, I only had time to work and occasionally watch the news before starting to worry that the electricity bill would be outrageously expensive."
The sunlight illuminated it, surrounded by bushes. In the distance, the murmur of a stream could be heard, but it couldn't move to investigate. It was a sword; how was it supposed to walk?
Arthur didn't know why he had appeared in this place. Everything had been without explanation or logic: one moment he was dying in his job, and the next, he was stuck in a rock while dragons flew across the sky.
But one thing was clear: this place was not Earth. If a dragon were flying through the sky of his old world, he was sure that at least four fighter jets would be approaching to shoot it down.
"Well, what am I supposed to do? From the stories I know, I should have a system or something to improve, but there's nothing here, apparently," the sword thought, watching a small animal approach it.
"What's up, little guy? Do you want to be a legendary hero?" the sword asked, but the animal didn't hear it. Arthur had no mouth to speak.
It was then that the animal got close enough, lifted its paw, and then a small, hot stream came out of it.
"You animal beggar, when I get out of this stone, I'll eliminate you!" the sword yelled with anger.
[The sword has been blessed]
"What the hell?!" the sword cried out loudly.
"What do you mean, 'blessed'? No, more importantly: are you some kind of help system for tormented souls like mine?" the sword said.
…
"Hello," the sword asked again, but got no answer.
"Oh, great king of wisdom! Won't you pour your blessing upon this royal sword of yours again?" the sword said to the one-horned animal.
But, unable to understand it, the animal left as soon as it arrived. After all, it had already done what it came to do.
That was the first day of the sword's reincarnation.
The second day was no different. Arthur looked at the sky and the bushes in the distance, hoping someone would save him from this beautiful and peaceful place. It wasn't that it was bad, but for an employee who worked more than twelve hours a day, having so much free time was, you know, exhausting.
"A green bush," he said, looking to the right.
The bush was green, with a few red berries sticking out. Honestly, Arthur wasn't sure how he could see. It was like those things you do, and when someone asks you why you can do them, you answer, "Because I'm awesome." The point is, you simply don't know what to answer.
"Another green bush," he said, looking to the left.
This bush was green, but without berries, so yes, it was distinct.
"How fun this is!" the sword cried, feeling dizzy for the first time from the paradox of its immobility.
Then he looked up again and, before he knew it, a white thing splashed on him: a gift from a flying bird.
[The sword has been blessed]
"Stop calling this a blessing, you disgusting system!" the sword shouted with contained anger.
"How can you call this a blessing? At this rate, if a cow approaches, it will be the great blessing!" the sword asserted.
But again, there was no answer. Doing nothing else, time passed, and the night settled in.
That was the end of his second day. The night was beautiful because a carpet of stars stretched from start to finish. Compared to Earth, where the moon was always alone and sad for having no company, this place was lovely, and it would be even more so if he weren't covered in animal waste.
By the third day, Arthur was already tired. Tired of what, you might ask? Well, he was tired of resting. He had certainly wished to take a break from work before, but not this long. This was a punishment rather than a blessing.
*KBOOM!*
It was then that something happened. Looking behind him, he saw his peaceful place vanish in an explosion of light. Trees were flying, stones were flying, and he... he was flying too.
"System, save me!" the sword cried, only to be unanswered again.
"Damn system!" he yelled again as he continued to be dragged by the explosion.
In the distance, he spotted a white-adorned mountain where, in one corner, a group of people could be seen fighting.
*KBOOM!*
One of them was floating in the air, throwing some kind of energy that destroyed a large part of the forest. It was then that his flight stopped; he was already falling, without the initial momentum of the explosion.
A crevice was opening at the foot of the mountain, right where he was headed.
As he fell and slowed down, he felt it: this was a very bad reincarnation, seriously. What kind of reincarnation was this where he was falling into a crevice? If his chances for adventure were slim before, now they would be absolutely zero.
"Oh well, I accept my destiny," he said as he sang his favorite song from his old life.
*Pumm*
The fall was anything but gentle, and for the first time, he felt his shine diminish and pain numb him.
That was the end of his third day.