It was a typical day, the construction site humming with the rhythm of hard work. The buzz of machinery and the occasional burst of laughter mixed with curses flying every few seconds—just the usual chaos. But that's not why we're here.
Leaning against the steel beams, there was a young man, maybe twenty-five, twenty-six at best. His body was heavy-set, the kind that wore his weight like a badge of shame. A nasty burn scar marred his face, an ugly reminder of some misfortune, but his expression? It screamed, don't you dare fuck with me. Maybe that's why he was off on his own during break—no one wanted to risk getting too close.
A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the smoke curling up into the air as he scrolled through his phone with irritation. He looked like a man on the edge of losing his shit, his focus solely on the screen in front of him.
"Fuck, again? How many goddamn times do I need to roll to get that SSR hottie in this fucking gacha game?" he grumbled, taking a long drag of smoke, as if the nicotine could somehow soothe his temper. "Another 200 bucks, and I'm out. Done. This is the last time."
Sweat trickled down his face—not from the heat, but from the gnawing desperation gnawing at him. This is it. My last shot. If I don't get that damn hottie in a hundred rolls, I'm fucked. Mom's gonna kick me out for stealing from her. No more chances, no more hiding. But fuck it, I'll do it. Just one more time. The addiction had a tight grip on his thoughts, squeezing harder than any physical pain ever could.
His fingers shook slightly as he adjusted the cigarette, one pull, then another. His eyes stayed glued to the screen. Roll after roll. The counter ticked closer, 99 pulls… only one more left.
"Fuck! Come on, I don't have money for the guaranteed pull!" His frustration boiled over. He kicked the steel beam hard enough to make it rattle, the vibrations running up his leg like a reminder of how quickly things were slipping out of his control.
"Oi, oi! What the hell is that?" Suddenly, on his phone screen, a character flashed before his eyes, dazzling in bright, vivid colors. It was a woman, but not just any woman. She wasn't animated—she radiated life. Every inch of her screamed perfection. Her beauty was beyond belief, each curve and line crafted to perfection, especially those juicy peaks. The moment his eyes locked on them, his body reacted instinctively, his thoughts spiraling to places he'd rather not acknowledge. His cock twitched as fantasies of what he could do with her flashed in his mind. He couldn't help himself, a bead of drool escaping the corner of his lips.
Is this some limited edition hottie? Holy shit, her tits are massive! Her crimson eyes, paired with that fiery red hair, gave her a seductive, almost dangerous aura—exactly what I'm into. Damn, I'm rock hard just from looking at her. His mind raced, completely distracted by the image, and for a moment, he even forgot he was holding a cigarette.
His body stiffened, his need growing. I gotta get to the bathroom. Fuck, I can't focus on anything now... His eyes darted around, making sure no one was watching. He stumbled forward, his focus solely on the phone screen, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
"Watch out, you moron!" A shout sliced through his haze of desire, snapping him back to reality for a brief moment. He stopped in his tracks, but by then, it was too late. The cold sensation of metal sliced through the air, and his body froze as a steel pipe impaled him through the chest. The construction site around him seemed to slow, and for a split second, he realized—I should have been more careful.
The world faded quickly. His last breath was filled with a mix of disbelief and frustration, his erection still stiff, even in his final moments.
The darkness engulfed him, leaving only the remnants of his thoughts behind.
"Name, Ryan Wood…" A soft, melodious voice cut through the void. It was so gentle, it almost felt like it was caressing him, though Ryan wasn't sure if he even had ears anymore. His form appeared to be nothing more than a floating blue light, adrift in an endless, glowing space.
Who the hell is that? Where the fuck am I? Ryan couldn't make sense of what was happening. He didn't realize he was dead—not yet. His memory of his last moments was foggy, and in this strange, mysterious state, everything felt like it didn't matter. There was no more pain, no more fear, just… calm.
"Sex, male… Education, university degree… yet working as a construction worker? Pfft…" The voice chuckled, and Ryan could feel a warmth spread through him. If he had a heart, it would be racing now.
"Let's see what else... Masturbation addict, game addict, heavy smoker... but he didn't drink, not even once—commendable, plus 10 points for that…" The voice continued, as if assessing him. But Ryan was too confused to make sense of it all.
"He's not a perfect candidate… But… I don't get paid enough to care anyway, so whatever…" The voice trailed off, sounding almost indifferent.
After the final words, a flash of brilliant light filled his vision. For a moment, Ryan felt weightless, disoriented, his body seeming to form itself out of nothing. As the sensation settled, his gaze immediately locked onto the figure standing before him.
She was… unreal. Her beauty was perfection—impossibly perfect. Her figure was captivating: those breasts—full, round, and so tantalizingly huge—her thighs thick and gleaming, just begging to be touched, and her face… My God, she could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. Ryan's heart pounded, his body reacting instantly. His cock swelled in his pants, but it didn't matter. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was like a goddess, and he was lost in her.
The woman, standing with an air of cool indifference, glanced down at him. She was used to men like him, probably thousands of them. She didn't seem to care that his lust was written all over his face—she'd seen it all before.
"Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could spend hours explaining your life and death, but honestly, I can't be bothered, so just accept my offering," she said, her tone bored, as if she had better things to do. "I'm the Goddess of Life, Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be the hero... Whatever. You're the one who's supposed to make it interesting."