It stinks...
Lying beneath a pile of trash bags was a soon to be dead man.
Left to bleed out.
Why did I try to save her? I never try to put myself in dangerous situations. I'm always the kind of guy to mind his business.
Now I'm laying on a pool of my own blood and mystery trash juice. Waiting for my inevitable death.
Fuck! I'm gonna miss so many things. I won't be able to see Gojo vs Sukuna animated. I'll never be able to find out what the One Piece is. I'll never get to read the ending of Berserk.
Fuck me! Why did I try to play the hero...I should've left her to get kidnapped.
With his consciousness fading, he succumbed to the darkness and closed his eyes. Forever leaving this world, lingering with regrets.
For a moment, there was nothing but darkness.
But he felt it, something pulling at him. Like a thread wrapped around his soul, yanking him through an invisible crack.
He tried to scream, but nothing came out.
Not until he got flashbanged by a blinding white light.
His body sat upright as a high pitch girly scream escaped his mouth.
"AAAHHH!!"
Immediate pain was felt throughout his body. Pain, he has never experienced before.
"What the fuck? Why does my body hurt so much?"
Before another thought could cross his mind, a door swung upon. A man, tall with blonde hair and glasses, rushed to his side.
"Ulric! Ulric! Are you okay? I heard the screaming. What happened?" The man asked.
Tears running down the mans eyes, as he started to shake him in a state of panic and worry.
"STOP! STOP! It hurts!" he shrieked out, "Who are you? and why are you grabbing all up on me?!"
It all came back to him.
The memories of the girl screaming for help, the kidnapper, the sound of a bullet, the mystery trash juice.
It all hit him at once. "I died..."
The room around him slowly came to him, but all in a blur. "I can't see, my vision is all blurry."
The man standing next to him, clearly ignoring his earlier comment, handed him a pair of square shaped glasses. "Here, take your glasses."
The room came to focus, his vision clear. Wooden walls, a small window to his right, the room illuminated through it, and a small uncomfortable bed he was laying on.
Realising he was no longer bleeding out under a pile of trash, and after all the anime he has watched. He understood immediately.
Reincarnation.
He died and was reborn. But not as a baby, in another human boys body.
Wait, is this reincarnation or transmigration? I never really understood the difference.
Oh well, looks like my last life ended in a horrible way. Bleeding out under a pile of trash, what a way to go out.
The words of the man finally snapped him back into reality. "Ulric? Are you okay?"
Ulric, Ulric was his name.
Sitting at the edge of Ulrics bed, the man let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
"I'm glad, he said. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Not what happened after you're mother."
My mother? Clearly, some shit went down, but what?
"What happened to my mother?"
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "She was killed...By Demons."
Demons? Did he just say demons?
I always hoped for something after death. Especially after watching those isekai anime, it made me wish there was something after death even more.
But Demons? After realizing dreams do come true, I get put in a world with demons.
"You were much younger when it happened, but this world is one of chaos. This world ruled by demons and the Demon King."
"Demon King?"
"Yes, Demons, Elves, Dwarves, and Humans. This world is ruled by magic."
A magic world? I got brought to a world of magic? But hold on, demons, elves, dwarves, and humans. With a demon king? This sounds exactly like the species from Frieren.
But it could also just be some random fantasy world. So let's hope it's just the world of Frieren.
"Get some sleep its late." The man said, standing up and walking out of his small room.
Darkness quickly took over the room. With nothing better to do, he quietly layed down and closed his eyes.
The sound of a gunshot took over his head. The sound that changed everything.
But the most important thing he couldn't get rid of, was the smell of trash.
Sniffing himself, there was only one thing he could think about.
A nice hot bath.
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End of Chapter 1.