We've all read stories about heroes, monsters, adventure, power, and fame. And while reading them, we've all imagined ourselves as the characters we all wanted to be in the spotlight. To be cheered for. To be loved by the people. We've all wanted to fight monsters and win. But at the end of the day were just normal people. We don't haves, we don't have flashy skills, and huge weapons on our backs. We are everyday people working to survive in the world that we are. And we all know that those stories will stay stories that we can never experience.
My world was just like that, bland. I would wake up, go through my morning stuff like brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and getting ready for work. In truth, I never really thought I was living; I was just going through the motions of life. Second after second, hour after hour, day after day, month after mon-. Whatever you get it. I was going through life as usual without anything special happening.
Now you might be wondering, Leo, why the hell are you telling us this? And to tell you the truth, I have no idea. I guess I might have lost my mind, but whatever, who hasn't nowadays? Anyways what was I saying? Oh, right, I was going through life, and nothing special was happening, blah blah, all that stuff. Until one day, I was walking back from the store, and it was around 10 PM, so I got some snacks because I was going to watch some stupid show I found online. I think it has like 4 seasons and I wanted to get through as much as possible in one night, ahhh the art of binge watching a show, we've all been there, don't lie, you've been there and so have I.
I'm getting off topic. I was walking back home when all of a sudden I heard something. I turned back, and there was a truck barreling at me. Now I think we all know what's going to happen next its going to hit me and transport me into a new world where I get an overpowered system or ability. Well, no….this isn't that. I not wanting to die, quickly jump out of the way of the truck as it slams into the railing. Then the stupid fuck that was driving steps out, coughs, and quickly runs away from the truck as it decides to explode.
Now I was still horrified at the thought of almost dying, so I was just staring at the truck that was now on fire. I look at the drive, and he's just standing there in shock, I presume, since he just nearly killed someone and his truck exploded. Being the kind citizen I am, I went up and checked up on the guy.
"Are you okay, sir?" I asked with my voice sounding panicked. The driver, however, didn't answer me, but he started shaking violently. I assume it's because he just ruined a company truck and therefore lost his job in the process, but then all of a sudden, he stopped as if he was never shaking. At this point, I had a bad feeling in my stomach, and something was telling me to back away. Then he turned to me, staring me down as if I was the cause of all this, but the strangest thing that I noticed was that his eyes had no pupils or irises; they were pure white.
"You just had to dodge out of the way," the man said, his voice sounding more like an echo coming from every direction. "Why couldn't you just stand there and let me hit you? Would've made my job so much easier. I could've reincarnated you peacefully." He spoke with an annoyed tone.
I took a slow step back, trying to get away from this situation. "I was acting on survival instinct. I didn't want to get hit by a truck and die. Who stands there as a truck comes hurtling at them?"
"I suppose you're right. It would be stupid to just stand there, but in this situation, that is the best thing you could do." Slowly, the man raised his hand, and light particles started to gather around it, taking the shape of a... gun?
Seeing this, I turned around and tried to run, but then I hit a wall. However, there was nothing there; it was as if an invisible barrier was containing me in that space. I turned around, and he just smiled at me, like the devil before he took your soul.
"Listen usual, I would hit random people with the truck and send them to another world. They would then become powerful or overpowered, as you people call it, and live life however they want. In fact, this is the first time I'm having a conversation with a human. So congrats, you've accomplished something that has never been done before." His voice was more mocking than anything I've ever heard. It was as if speaking to me was a waste of his time and breath.
"Look, I can pretend nothing happened, and you can wipe my memory if you have to. Can you do that? I assume you can since you've done all this." I spoke in a hurried tone.
"I can wipe your memory and pretend this didn't happen; however, I'm very petty, and really, you've stopped me from doing my job, and now I can't let you go. However, since I'm feeling nice, I'll let you ask a few questions and then grant you your last wish and then kill you."
I hesitated, wondering if there was nothing I could do, that only lasted a brief second before I sighed and came to the conculsion there was nothing I could do, and that I was truly fucked. And so I asked the questions on my mind. "Why are you God? If so, why would a God need to send normal humans into another world and give them powers?"
He smirked at him before lowering the gun, placing his hand on his chin, and closing his eyes as if in deep contemplation. Finally, after what felt like forever, he spoke. "Yes, I am a God, or what you humans think a God is. As for why? Well, I'm not the only God. Over the centuries, the other Gods grew bored, and so they've made countless worlds to observe and to see if they develop anything interesting. But then they got the idea to bring different mortals from different worlds to another and see what they do. They found this very entertaining as they watched the mortals' choices and struggles."
"So, to you, this is all a game? Our lives don't matter in the slightest?" I asked, my voice rising more than intended.
His smirk widened at this as he continued. "We made you, and therefore we can do whatever we please with you. Now tell me your last wish."
I sighed once more and then spoke. "Could you take care of my dog and parents? I want my dog to live his fullest life before dying, and if I suddenly disappear, he would starve to death in my apartment. And could you make a clone to take care of my parents or something? I want it to visit them three times a week and take care of them until they pass."
"Oh?" He looked at me in surprise. "I thought you were going to ask for something that would help you survive in the other world. You've surprised me, mortal. Very well, I shall have this wish carried out to the best of my abilities."
As he said those words, I heard a bang, and when I looked down, there was a small hole in my chest. I staggered backwards and fell on my back. The blood slowly spilling out of me as I felt the embrace of death. Surprislying it wasn't cold, it was like a warm hug, a promise of eternal rest. I didn't try to fight it; more accurately, I couldn't, and before I knew it, my vision faded to black.
Then there was a blinding light, and my eyes began to open. The first thing I saw was a luxurious blue ceiling, with a golden chandelier hanging from it. I sat up and noticed I was on a large bed; it was soft, fluffy, and felt like I was sitting on a cloud. The room was large and looked like something straight out of a medieval noble mansion. The floor and walls were marble with intricate golden designs alongside them. To the left of the bed was a table made of pure gold with a golden lamp.
I sat there in a daze at my surroundings and asked myself, 'What the hell is this?'