Hello dear friends. I have a question for you: How would a person react if they continued to exist after death?
"Name: Reiner Hart. Age 23, correct?"
"...Yes."
Let me answer: You go through five stages.
Denial → Anger → Bargaining → Depression → Acceptance.
Me? I'm at the final stage right now.
"Let's see… how are your karma points, Reiner? I hope you lived a good life."
The thing speaking to me… doesn't look human. It's flying, has twelve white wings, and is just a giant eye. It looks like a prototype that went overboard trying to become an angel.
"A good life," huh? Yes… no.
I was born a little… "special." On the day I was born, I had a complicated birth and lost a limb, but the weird part, which shocked the doctors, was that the limb grew back like a lizard tail.
The rest is predictable:
The government noticed me → My family sold me → I was locked in a lab.
Emotional trauma? Yes, there was, but to be honest: even I would have offered myself for the money my family got.
My years passed in a sterile sky-patterned room, attached to dozens of cables. The only person I could see was Dr. Angelina Smith. In her late 40s, blonde, blue-eyed, knowledgeable, powerful… and yes. I fell in love. What did you expect me to do? She was the only woman I could talk to my whole life!
She kept me going, but I still don't understand. How could someone so wonderful be the head of a project experimenting on children? Humans are strange creatures. Both sacred and evil.
Over the years, I got used to the tests, and the biggest reason was Angelina. She kindly gave me the necessary painkillers. But I had one problem: loneliness? That was something else entirely.
Fortunately, our angel-faced devil noticed. The solution was simple, but for me, it was a miracle:
Games, anime, manga.
My room was no longer an iron cage; it became a gateway to other worlds. Of course… if we ignore the metal tube attached to my spine.
Everything was going great until life had other plans. When I turned 20, I received bad news. My regeneration abilities were consuming me from the inside. My body could only last a few more years.
Me? I wasn't afraid of dying. I was more sad. Unfinished anime, a loveless life, and a virgin death...
I wish I could have said, in a cliché way, that my death was by "Truck-kun." Who knows, maybe it would have been cooler, but they squeezed me like a wet towel until the last drop.
And here I am.
I'm not in that peaceful pure white place you see in reincarnation novels; this is more like an American courtroom: a line, a number, waiting souls.
Usually, this process takes 1–2 minutes, but I've been staring at this strange angel for 10 minutes. And let me tell you, blinking makes it look terrifying.
Why? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BLINK?!
"..."
My stomach started to churn from staring at this weird thing, so I decided to speak.
"Umm… excuse me? Angel Eye sis? What's my score?"
It's not very responsive. As I prepare to speak again, suddenly a UFO-like light bursts from the sky. My feet lift off the ground. After a super-fast flight, the last thing I feel is the sensation of falling.
Then—
BAM.
After dealing with my queasy stomach and aching head, I look around. Bamboo trees, a gentle breeze, birds. Very quiet and very… peaceful. A small path stretches ahead of me. Knowing I had no other choice, I take a breath and slowly start following it.
I followed the stone path and arrived in front of an old Japanese house. At the door sat a long-bearded, bald old man. Honestly, if I imagined a god, it would look something like this.
He looked at me, stroking his beard, as if weighing me like a watermelon in a market. Since he didn't seem to speak, I cleared my throat politely. After all, I've read manga for years; I can roughly guess who he is.
"Excuse me, sir, where am I right now?"
"You are in the realm of the gods, young boy, and I am… a god."
"Oh… nice. So why am I here? Wait—ISN'T THIS VERY CLICHÉ!?"
The man stared at my shouting. He blinked once. Then, as if my outburst hadn't happened, he cleared his throat and continued.
"Uh. Welcome, child. The reason you're here… your karma points. Exactly… an absurd amount like 217,240,432,001."
"...Wow. That's pretty high."
"Not just high — insanely high. Let me put it this way: if you save the life of an ordinary person, you'd get around 100 karma. Do you understand the absurdity now?"
The god spoke as if explaining a blessing or a miracle; but I still couldn't wrap my head around it.
"Excuse me… lord… whatever you are. How exactly did I get this score? I was an antisocial person who played games 16 hours a day."
The god jumped up excitedly because of my question. When he stood, I realized he was over 3 meters tall. Wow, looking at his face hurts my neck.
"HAHAHAHA! Great question! First, allow me to introduce myself. I am Fukurokuju, the god of happiness and luck!"
And without any sign of shame, he started petting my head like a dog. I was too shocked to even react.
"Listen, child! I gave you a chance billions of souls couldn't get! Thanks to you, cancer was treated 100 years early!"
"...Could you say that again?"
It felt like what I heard echoed and bounced back in my brain. Fukurokuju proudly continued, ignoring me:
"The plan's name is The God's Plan to Save Humanity, or in short, I call it TGP TSH."
He pronounced the abbreviation as if imaginary drumsticks were making drum sounds.
"I chose a soul. I loaded that soul with every genetic advantage that could solve humanity's future disasters. In other words, you were born chosen as humanity's savior."
"...So you're the reason I was born?"
"PROUDLY, YES! Thanks to you, countless lives were saved!"
I must have dropped my face unknowingly because the god ran into the house happily without looking at me. He quickly pulled aside an old curtain.
Behind him was a huge wheel filled with colors.
Talent Chance–Level Table:
White – 50%
Green – 25%
Blue – 10%
Purple – 5%
Gold – 1%
Crimson – 0.1%
Pink – 0.01%
"Do you see, child? I'm giving you a reward even chosen souls struggle to get! And guaranteed Crimson Talent! With the talents you get from here, in your new life you can be a mighty ruler, a powerful general, a genius magician… anything you want. Whatever you become, your new life will definitely be epic! NOW TELL ME CHILD, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS ADVENTURE!?"
He spread his arms as if an anime OST was rising in the background. Seeing no reaction from me, he came closer in surprise and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Lift your head! Be proud! Your new adventure is about to begin!!"
Unfortunately, Fukurokuju noticed a problem a bit late. The plan was flawless on paper. Even the other gods were impressed. He had saved humanity. Millions would live thanks to this child. If the suffering soul received a few gifts as an apology, everything would end perfectly.
But there was something the divine beings overlooked. Humans are naturally capable of holding grudges. Take Reiner as an example.
Having spent his life squeezed like a sponge, prevented from interacting with people, and most importantly, dying a virgin at 23 without a lover, being an antisocial person is not something easily forgotten.
"...Fuck off."
"H-huh?"
"I SAID: FUCK OFF, YOU FUCKED UP OLD MAN!"