Word count: 1645 words
_____________
It turns out death is not just a black screen with the 'game over' screen, on top of reflection upon life like a film or a serie of flashbacks for an infinite amount of time, it's a whole new cycle of life.
It depends on your luck, if you are lucky enough you will meet a cool god or whatever these things are, and he will give you some pretty good options, while if you are unlucky you will face a heartless god or omniscient being who will send u as a baby without your memories into India or in a medieval period where women are burned for dumb reasons, believed to be witches or something.
How do you know all of this? You might ask me. Well... maybe because, umm... No need to explain, just listen to what is going on...
"BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" A suited man with decent body proportions held his stomach, hysterically laughing upon meeting the gaze of the person before him. "You are an idiot, AN IDIOT! HAHAAHAH!"
The person in front of him, a.k.a me, could only wait for him to finish laughing with a poker face. I didn't even know the reason for his sudden outburst.
"Damn man, if I tell my buddies that you died of constipation because you refused to admit hiding 600g of cocaine in your butthole to the cops, they would create a completely new species whose mating ritual involves putting pouches in their ass and twerking with it, they would name them after you..." When the man stood up straight trying as hard as he could to contain his laugh.
Upon meeting my gaze I noticed that he did not have a face, only an empty head with medium-length hair and ears. No eyes, no nose, no mouth.
It was kind of disturbing to look at but it did not matter, what he said was true, I did die a stupid way and it was super painful but it did not matter too. Now I'm dead, and I am super curious as to what will become of me.
"Good question!" The man said out of nowhere. "I will tell you what will happen to you since I already decided, but before that please tell me, why are you such a Gojo glazer? He got packed by Sukuna man."
"Shut up! My glorious king got jumped by three people, Sukuna and his daddy Mahoraga and whatever that thing is called. HE CHANGED THE WORLD BALANCE JUST BY BEING BORN!" Taking a breath to catch my breath after screaming, I continued. "If Sukuna did not take over Megumi's body he would've lost."
"Maybe, but anyways from now on you don't get to glaze anyone..." He adjusted his suit necktie and turned his head towards me, then he continued trying to act all cool. "Because I'm giving you a chance to become the glazed one instead."
"What is that even supposed to mean?" The shit he said doesn't make any sense.
"Fufufu. You see I am a cultured god or whatever wanna call me. And for this reason, I shall send you to an easy world so you won't die. I'm sending your ass to Overlord verse." I could not see his expression, but if I had to guess, I would say he is very proud of his decision.
"Wait, Overlord?" I blurted out, my voice echoing in the endless void.
"That world is a death trap! People get slaughtered for just existing! You can get turned into a paste just for accidentally stepping on the wrong guy's shadow!"
The god started floating lazily in the air. He slurped his bubble tea that appeared out of nowhere, the sound dragging on long enough to make my eye twitch.
"Yeah," he said, wiping his mouth with his thumb. "Keeps things interesting, doesn't it? Adds a little spice."
I felt my pulse hammering in my ears. Was this guy serious? "Interesting?! Spice?! I don't want to get massacred by a sadistic vampire or disintegrated by some overpowered skeleton with a god complex!"
He waved me off, the gesture so casual it made my blood boil. "Calm down, whiner. I'm giving you a system. You'll be able to summon anime characters to serve you."
I blinked. "Just... anime characters? That's all I get?"
He smirked. "Yup."
I rubbed my temples, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "What about me? Do I get any powers? Strength? Magic? Even, like, slightly above-average charm or luck?"
The god snorted, almost choking on a boba pearl. "Nah. Just the system. You, my friend, are as fragile as a wet paper bag. But if you're lucky, maybe you'll summon someone strong enough to keep you alive. Or maybe you'll get some random background character who dies in episode three. Who knows?"
My stomach twisted. "So... I'm useless."
"Bingo." He shot me finger guns, his grin so wide it made me want to punch him.
I stared at him, mouth dry. "Are you messing with me?"
"Would I do that?" he asked, voice dripping with mock innocence.
"Yes! You absolutely would!"
He shrugged, stretching his arms out like he was not about to ruin my entire existence. "Look, be grateful. Some people get reincarnated as slimes or vending machines. At least you get loyal anime characters. And as I said, who knows? Maybe you'll hit the jackpot and summon someone completely busted."
I swallowed hard. 'This can't be real.'
I stared at the god, another question still made me uneasy. "Wait, what if I summon an evil character? Someone really evil and just doesn't give a fuck like Dio or Sukuna" My voice cracked halfway through the sentence.
The god, lounging on a throne made of clouds, twirled his finger in the air like he was bored. "Yeah, if you do summon evil characters, you know, villains, murderers, the unhinged types." He yawned. "Would make it more entertaining, don't you think?"
'Entertaining? For who?' I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. "They'll kill me before they even get a chance to spread chaos!"
The god snorted, leaning back. "Nah. They'll be 100% loyal to you. You tell them to jump, they ask how high. Tell them to kill themselves? Gone in a second. No hesitation, no betrayal." He flicked his hand like he was brushing away my concerns. "You're their supreme master, like Ainz-level loyalty. Maybe more? I don't know."
My stomach twisted. "I guess I'll take your word for it now. At least I'm safe. What if they go on a killing spree without me telling them to?"
"They won't." The god smirked. "They'll sit quietly like well-trained pets until you give an order, they can't do something that would upset you... Without your permission at least.
He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the ethereal space. "Anyway, no time to explain more. Off you go!"
The world around me began to warp, the sky twisting like it was melting.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I shouted, panic rising. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"Oh, right!" the god called out, his voice distant as I was sucked into the void. "Try not to glaze BAHAHAHAHAH!"
'Ugh, this fucking...' I didn't have time to finish my thought, I blinked, and when my eyes fluttered open, I felt the cold bite of stone against my back, a stark contrast to the feeling of comfortableness I had inside that space with the god.
The blue glow of the sky illuminated the space, and for a split second, I thought I was still floating in some divine realm. But the heavy clink of armor shattered that illusion.
"Identify yourself!" a voice boomed, sharp and commanding.
I turned my head, my vision still swimming. Several armored soldiers stood over me, swords gleaming, their eyes burning with suspicion. A crest gleamed on their breastplates.
My heart pounded as I sat up, but the soldiers didn't give me room to think. They grabbed me, hauling me to my feet, the metal of their gauntlets biting into my arms.
"Speak! Who are you?" Another soldier barked, his grip tightening.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mind was still confused.
I turned my head and the first thing I noticed was the sheer size of the open courtyard I was in. Towering stone walls surrounded me, banners with a golden crest flapping gently in the breeze.
This place is familiar.
I tilted my head back, my eyes trailing up the massive structure in front of me. And then, I saw him.
Standing on one of the castle balconies, his crimson cape fluttering behind him, was Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix. His golden hair gleamed in the sunlight, framing a face that radiated sharp intellect and ruthless authority. His crimson eyes narrowed, a questioning expression etched onto his face as he gazed down at me.
The soldiers assuming I was not going to answer any of their questions dragged me down some vast hallway, ornate carpets muffling our steps. They kept firing questions, how I got in, if I was a spy but their words blurred into static. I was too busy scanning the words floating in front of me.
[Welcome to the new World]
[System Activated]
[Summon Function: Available]
[Congratulations on safely arriving at your destination, You have been awarded a B rank summon]
We stopped in front of colossal double doors, the imperial crest gleaming gold. The guards shoved the doors open, revealing a throne room so grand it could only belong to one man.
Seated on an extravagant throne, sharp-eyed and exuding an aura of authority, was Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix.
The Bloody Emperor himself.
'Oh I am screwed, so screwed. Why did I spawn here...?'
The god's words echoed in my head: "Be grateful."
'Grateful my ass.'
TO BE CONTINUED --->