In the year 2030 a certain man from Florida was sleeping inside a bedroom that has been filled with merchandise of a certain mosquito vtuber called Mozzikito.
Each inch of the walls was covered with posters and shelves with plushies and figurines.
In the middle of the room there was a small shrine with a single Mozz plushie sitting behind a pentagram of dried blood with a small bowl filled with homemade holy water.
The moment he woke up from his 9 hour slumber, his first thoughts were the continuous chanting of the nickname Mozzi, he stretched and went to the shrine to kneel infront of it and took out a disinfected needle that was used to draw a few drops of blood into the bowl.
He clasped his hands together with a smile and after saying "all hail the Blood Goddess Mozzikito" he drank the bowl and finally stopped the chanting in his mind.
He went on to grab his phone and started listening to the latest new video uploaded by Mozz while looking in his fridge that was almost empty.
"Ugh, guess i will have to go buy groceries today since tommorow I won't have time since i will be watching Mozz's 1 million subscribers celebration stream" the man went back to his bedroom and made his bed in such a way that it looked like his body pillow of Mozz was sleeping under the covers.
He undressed from his Mozz themed pajamas and changed into simple Mozz themed shirt and pants before heading outside.
On his way back home he tripped over a rock and stumbled down a pair of stairs, breaking his neck on the way down.
He was still conscious for a few seconds and in his final moments he cried, not for the pain assaulting his mind, nor his few friends he would leave behind, but he absolutely hated the idea of never being able to hear his favourite vtuber's voice and watch her videos.
He began to frantically chant her name in his mind unable to let go of his obsession even at deaths door.
His intense zealotry and daily use of self made rituals has inadvertently tainted the very core of his soul making him unable to have his personality and most memories erased in the regular process of reincarnation causing the universe to reject it from the cycle and tossing it out into the void outside the universe to be forgotten about like an old rag.
The soul of a delusional worshipper was left to its own fate. Would it be devoured by void entities, float in nothingness for millennia until it fizzled out of existence, or land in a different universe?
Their fate shall be known only by themselves and the entities that might happen to take interest in observing them...
<1L7M05Z14E7R universe, "main" plane of existence, city of Sol, slums, a rundown hut>
On a stormy night a woman who has just given birth in the company of her two brothers and sister was momentarily frightened as her newborn did not make a single sound or movement.
This horrible scene was thankfully broken the moment her sister lightly slapped the newborn making it scream out and cry.
"It's a boy, what will you name him Julie?" Said Eva, and after a moment of silence, Julie answered in a soft almost unheard voice "Blake... Let me hold him".
Eva did as asked and carefully handed the child to his mother's loving embrace.
Julie held the small baby in her arms as tears of happiness fell down her cheeks while the baby calmed down in his mother's embrace.
A sudden sense of tiredness started to take over her body and her already blurry vision from tears worsened by the second.
"Henry, Winston, Eva Take care of him for me" with a weak smile and voice she closed her eyes, while her siblings started to panic and try anything they could to help. Yet it was already too late as Julie's breath slowed down before stopping completely.
<7 years later>
Henry and Winston were working on harvesting potatoes the size of basketballs while talking with eachother to pass the time.
"Do you think we are raising the kid correctly?" Asked Winston.
"Blake's a good kid, he listens, and is smart for his age, he just doesn't like talking and is a bit sickly that's all" replied Henry with a shrug.
"That's true but he also seems... Quite weird is the best word i can describe him with. I saw him getting shoved around by the other kids while they insulted him and his parents..." Said Winston in concern.
"What did he do?" Asked Henry.
"Nothing, he didn't even yelp when he scraped his arm from being pushed to the ground, eventually the kids got bored for not getting any reactions from him and went away. When i asked him why he didn't fight back or at least say something to them he simple said that they are a bunch of insignificant parrots that keep repeating the same things over and over again." Winston recalled concerned.
"What's a parrot?" Henry questioned, but all he got as an answer was a simple shrug.
"Either way, have you ever seen him cry or laugh? The last time i seen him cry was when he was a baby that couldn't talk, and he only pretends to laugh out of politeness when we tell jokes" said Winston while slowing down his work.
"That's true but i am sure everything will be fine he's never done any bad stuff before, so don't be too worried he is just different" said henry, dismissing winston's worries
"He doesn't do anything in his free time, he just sits around and stares into nothing. When we told him to go outside more often i once watched him leave home and he just walked around a few streets not glancing at anything like some kind of golem set to patrol the streets" said Winston in annoyance before going back to work.
<3 years later, Blake pov>
I stopped helping with harvesting the crops and looked at a tree nearby in confusion as a new concept suddenly appeared in my mind 'meme? These words are getting more complex and confusing as time goes on. At least i remember the last world slightly but what is that important thing i am missing?'
With nothing else appearing in my mind i went back to my meaningless routine.
<3 years later>
It was a calm spring night as the few remaining patches of snow were slowly melting, this silence was interupted by the sound of rattling bones.
In the outskirts of the city of Sol near the south residential district, a horde of thousands skeletons of different creatures were rushing in to attack, while a giant bone construct resembeling a fusion of a rhino and a turtle lead the charge to break down the stone walls of the city.
As the army came closer to the city a loud alarm started blaring all across the city, hundreds of priests, paladins and warriors started to gather near the south wall.
The priests and paladins that were capable of it started casting long ranged attacks at the horde, most of these attacks were earth based with the occasional outlier using a completely different element while warriors waited in the backlines and on the walls to provide bow support.
This barrage of spells and miracles did not even manage to seriously damage the giant bone construct due to all the current deffenders being rank 2 and below priests and paladins while this construct was considered a high rank 4 monster specialised in defense.
The construct quickly made a giant hole into the wall and started rampaging inside the city while skeletons started to flood the residential area.
Thankfully for the city 5 of the 10 bishops quickly gathered with one of them being a new rank 4 paladin that could hold off the constructs wrath until more bishops or the arch bishop arrived.
In this world there are 4 types of people.
Those that have the ability to contain mana in their body and utilise it in order to strengthen their bodies and project their mana outside their body to perform simple energy attacks, called warriors.
Those that were born with or managed to acquire a connection to a god that lets them use their faith to perform miracles or use it in order to use superpowers granted to them by their god, called priests.
Those that have both mana and connection to a god can freely exchange their mana for faith and vice versa, they have an enhanced talent in magic related to their god and are called paladins.
Finally there are those that have nothing and are peasants with minimal rights and are usually used as slaves for hard labour, they are called condemned, for the gods and the world did not see it fit to give them any blessings.
While the fight was going on in the south side of the city on the other side in the slums, a more secretive attack held place a few moments before the alarms started.
Two dozen white robed cultists sneaked their way close to the walls and quickly dispatched of the few guards stationed on top of the walls with conjured javelins that pierced their heads.
The cultists began to scale the wall, once on the other side they gathered the corpses for one cultist to lay their hands on them, which caused the skeletons in their bodies to disappear leaving behind a boneless corpse and moments later said cultist summoned multiple skeleton wolves.
Another cultist began to walk to each of the wolves and cast a spell on their teeth which turned them black.
These wolves were quickly sent to hunt down any humans while the cultistist began to split up to kill as many condemned as they could and each person killled by them would leave behind a corpse without bones.
A minute later the alarms started to blare.
I woke up due to the loud alarm and the distant screams of people outside.
'did a portal appear near the city again? No, a strong flying beast or a flock of them is more likely' i got out of bed just as Winston started yelling.
"Monsters somehow got inside! We need to run towards the inner districts for safety!" All of us began to run out of the house and we began to see hundreds of other people running away as well.
As we ran the sound of screams and carnage kept getting closer to us and for the first time in this life i began to experience frustration, not at the innocent people being slaughtered, not at the real possibility of death, not even at the fact that i did nothing to truly live in this life, but at the fact that even if i remember 90% of my life i still couldn't remember the thing i used to live for in my last life, the fuel for my soul that made it feel alive and want to do things was missing and might never be found in this life.
'i need to stay alive in order to unlock those memories, what is the best way to survive this?' i took a quick look around and found that there was no clear option that would ensure my safety completely, there were a few options such as trying to hide inside a house and hoping for the best or going through the sewer system which would slow me since i would have to run through sewage which would slow me too much and was disgusting.
For now the best option is to keep running and trip others if the monsters start getting too close since only 5 skeleton wolves were chasing us.
And so i was about to do just that, however fate had other plans as the people were quickly cut off from proceeding further ahead as another 5 skeleton wolves came running from a side street cutting us off.
With all paths cut off the people began to enter the houses to get some semblance of protection.
I planned on going into the sewers by taking off a manhole cover but before i could even step towards it i was dragged off by Winston into one of the houses.
Inside we were safe... For about twenty seconds before a wolf broke down the door and tore apart the people who were blocking it, one of these people were henry.
I frowned since it meant that the number of people willing to sacrifice themselves for me lowered and with it my chances of surviving this ordeal.
I made sure to place myself close to a window but not directly infront of it in case one of the wolves broke in through the window however these wolves were simply too strong and ignored the windows or maybe they were not intelligent enough to comprehend that windows are weaker than doors, either way it was a win for me so i quickly checked the outside and saw that the wolves were tearing people apart inside other houses while a few people exited throughthe windows so i simply jumped out on the streets as well.
Other people began to rush behind me as well, they tried to push past eachother to escape the house, this caused quite a few of the people to be left behind inside but that wasn't my problem nor concern.
While the others that made it out began to run away on the street i decided to lift the manhole cover and go inside the sewer system.
It seems luck was on my side as the wolves seemed to only go after the people on the streets, if i had gone to the sewers earlier how i planned to, i would have most likely been seen and torn apart by a wolf.
Thankfully unlike i expected i didn't have to swim through fecal matter as the people of this world had common sense and made raised paths on the sides that were relatively clean for a sewer.
Most of the bishops have been heavily injured and or were low on energy, one bishop has died.
A rank 3 bishop was about to be crushed under the foot of the giant bone construct when suddenly the man was incased in a metal cage that prevented him from being crushed.
When the construct's foot was stopped, the cage began to morph into a giant metal snake that coiled around the bone construct constricting it's movements.
"All of those who can still fight go help in the peasant district, i will take care of this nuisance myself" the archbishop in silver robes yelled in anger while closing his fist which caused the metal snake to tear apart the construct into millions of pieces.
The giant snake began to split into thousands of small snakes that began to rush at the remaining bone beasts.
I stopped my run to catch my breath as i was getting close to passing out due to this body being born with some form of anemia that could have been treated by some advanced healer or a potion, however i was a peasant who hasn't reached the age of 14, meaning i wasn't eligible to be tested if i had faith or mana for free, and since both my parents used to be condemned it meant the chances of me having any sort of power were greatly reduced, making it a waste of money to try and get evaluated early, even if i turned out to have one of those energies it was quite hard to fully use them before the age of 14 for some reason that Isn't known to the masses or perhaps it's just a scheme by those in power ro keep the lower class out of power.
"Ugh fuck... i wish my blood was better" i suddenly stumbled slightly and leaned against the wall as i felt my vision get darker and unknown to me the small amount of blood on my boots disappeared into nothing along with my face becoming a shade paler.
'the adrenaline must be wearing off' i sat down for a moment but there was suddenly the sound of battle going on above me and the screaming of people lessened.
"Those monsters are retreating what should we do bishop Emilia?" A male voice said.
"Spread out in groups of 3 and force out these dogs from our city" said a stern female voice.
"Those damn pebble zelots finally decided to show up" i sighed in relief but just to be sure i still walked in the sewers until i reached the inner city and waited for a few hours before climbing out in the morning.
I got a few weird looks from some random people for coming out of a sewer but i ignored it and just asked one of them if the attack on the city was over.
After getting a positive answer i just started walking to my house while thinking about the possible future.
'wonder if any of them survived? Would be a bit of an inconvenience if they all died, but if it comes to it there is enough money hidden under the floor boards that it would feed us for 2 months and if only i reamain i would have enough cash for 8 months, it also helps that the agriculture of this city is amazing making food the cheapest commodity, adding to it the fact that a lot of jobs will be looking for workers i should be able to live for a good while before my memories fully resurface.'
(End of chapter)
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