Chapter 3: Fateful Meeting
The young man felt as if darkness had embraced him. He sensed that he was falling slowly into the bottomless pit of an abyss, His body was crumbling away like a house made of sand and slowly fading away like a morning dream.
'So this is the feeling after death? It is as if the soul is crumbling away to its source.'
*"My child, you are not dead yet!"* Suddenly, a deep voice entered his mind, as if someone was talking inside his head.
'Who is that? Why do I hear you in my head?' questioned the young man intently, hoping to assess the situation.
*"Hmm... I am what you humans call 'God',"* explained the voice in a calm and deep tone.
'What do you mean by, "I am not dead yet?"' exclaimed the young man.
The voice began elaborating on why the young man wasn't technically dead yet. The voice explained that he was in the space of eternal rest right now because 'God' had summoned his soul. So, he hadn't died yet as his soul was still intact. Unfortunately, his physical body had perished due to a heart attack caused by a drug overdose from the facility.
'So, I guess I am being judged for my sins? Since I did murder a lot of people,' the young man asked.
*"That's after you die. You are definitely going to rot in hell for a long time,"* chuckled the voice at him.
' Haa... Sure! Sure, so why am I here? '
The voice went silent for a while.
*"Well... umm, me and the other gods were playing some games, and the loser had to use his god power to transmigrate a random person to a random alternate universe,"*
' So, I was randomly chosen for transmigration because of this little game you were playing? '
*"In short, you could say that. But for this situation, I have decided to bestow you with a powerup,"*
' Why would I need a power-up? And I certainly don't agree with this transmigration thing, '
*"Ho ho, so you accept thi- WHAT!! Don't you want to be like the all-powerful main character in a novel with a system and rule the world with a harem?"*
' Why? No reason to do this bullshit. Just throw me in hell, '
*"Umm... about that! I used almost all my power to summon you, so I can't send you to hell. I've got just enough power left to attach you to the new body,"*
' Give me one reason to do this for you? '
*"HAREM!!!"*
' Huh? '
*"SYSTEM POWERUP!!!"*
'Is this dude really god? Come on, he feels like a 14-year-old kid from the suburbs,' the young man thought.
*"How rude!! For you to say that to a celestial being like me?"*
'You are illegally snooping on my thoughts over here. Isn't there a right to privacy law in "God's" Law books?'
'God' explained that he should accept this offer and get transmigrated as a random person in a random universe. A lottery is used to determine the random alternate world, and it would also be your motherland, India, only.
'What if I don't want to get transmigrated?'
*"Well... umm, you have to then wait another 100 years here for my power to recharge so I can send you to hell,"*
'Haa... So, I am stuck!! Good...' The young man wanted to slap his face at this news, but he couldn't as he didn't have the physical body to do so.
'I have no choice but to transmigrate. I definitely don't want to idle away 100 years.'
*"Good choice. Now, about the powerup,"*
'No need for any powerups. It's not exhilarating if I use cheats to make my way up.'
*"Well... I will respect your wishes. I wish you luck on this new chapter of life that will unfold. *"
A shrill sound pierced through his head, taking him by surprise. His body started accelerating towards the endless pit of the abyss, into the everlasting darkness, and his body crumbled away like a house of cards.
*"You might be able to fulfill your wish and find the solution to that question plaguing you for years in this life,"*
'God' bid his farewell by planting this statement in his head. He pondered what the 'God' meant by his wish? He never wished for anything in his mind. Wishes were just ambiguous things for him, and he never had the luxury to wish for something.
'Where am I? How far will I keep falling?'
He suddenly halted in mid-air after falling into the bottomless pit of the abyss. He looked around in the darkness that shrouded him like a blanket. All he could perceive was eerie darkness expanding everywhere, and he couldn't feel his body. It was as if he was a mist of darkness floating independently in this pit.
'What's happening to my body?'
The scenery shifted to a serene place that looked like heaven, with the mystical beauty of the forest stretching across the horizon. He was standing on what seemed like water, with the clear sky reflecting down into the body of water.
'Where am I?'
The scenery rapidly started to change in front of his eyes, ranging from a desolate, famine-stricken town to a prosperous city thriving with joyful citizens.
After this rapidly changing scenery, the darkness of the abyss shrouded him, blinding all vision. He thought back to the scenes he had been shown.
'It's a war-stricken place, or is it a prosperous place currently experiencing wars?'
*CRACK*
The darkness started to crack, and light rays penetrated through these cracks. The cracks widened by the second, cracking loudly like a breaking mirror, and light seeped through the cracks silently, subduing the shadows with its gentle embrace.
*CRACK!!*
The fragile darkness shattered violently before him, and the bright light blinded him. Slowly, his vision stabilized as he saw the bright blue sky and lush forest stretching into the distance. He looked down to see that he was in the air, looking down on this beautiful scenery.
The fall down was exhilarating, although he couldn't feel anything physically. He could see how fast he was accelerating towards the ground.
'Is this the process of my soul getting attached to the new body? Interesting...'
He could barely make out that there were some people in the distance. Just as he was closing in on the ground with each passing second, he could make out what was happening below. Several people were clashing and fighting with swords and shields, and cavalry were hacking through soldiers.
'So, it's the medieval period, looking at the gear.'
The direction suddenly changed as if taking a sharp turn, heading to the backline of an army. A young man lay on the battlefield with a head injury, blood seeping from his head into the ground. The young man had jet-black hair, and judging by the expensive armour and attire, he was most likely a noble.
He suddenly went blind for a moment, and the next thing he knew, he was looking up at the clear blue sky. He could finally get a sense of physicality after being detached from his body, and the injury on his head had healed up, leaving dried blood on his forehead.
The stench of dead bodies surrounded him as screams and curses could be heard in the distance. Hundreds of dead corpses of men and horses were left to rot beside him. The corpses beside him were already being targeted and feasted upon by crows.
'Interesting place... But too many piled-up dead bodies and walking through this pool of blood is annoying!.'
He got up swiftly, grabbing a shoddy iron sword that was lying beside him. He began scanning the surroundings to equip any gear, that he deemed of any use on the battlefield.
The quick search did yield some good results, as he was now equipped with a shield and a fresh pair of armour that he had gotten from a dead soldier. He also grabbed a spear that was stuck in the gut of some corpse.
'Should I head to the battlefield or just watch from afar, waiting for the battle to end?'
He was in a dilemma.
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