[You are dead.]
[The system has binded with you and has started the first tutorial Reincarnation.]
[Do you wish to bind the first free Permanent talent.] [Y/N]
Nal stared at the words on the translucent blue rectangular system window that appeared before his azure eyes.
He hesitantly brought his hand to Y and pressed... Nothing happened, his hand went through it.
[Hint: The System is Mental, use your mind.]
Nal smiled awkwardly as he was embarrassed then concentrated on the Y.
[Ding! Choice detected. Beginning random draw.]
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[...]
[Draw completed, you got... {(Physique) Green body}.]
[Beginning tutorial Reincarnation]
"Wait--"
Nal's words were cut off as he disappeared from the dark abyss that once surrounded him
Some time later a voice spoke.
"Uh... What was that trait he received. Who put that in there?"
Then another voice that was of a woman spoke.
Voice 2: "not me. What about you guys?"
Others all at once: "Not me."
Voice 1: "Then who put it in, your telling me someone lucky enough to get the system and who is now able to reincarnate like us
just got a random, probably trash permanent trait?"
Voice 2 (now audibly concerned, tries to soothe the situation and come up with an explanation):
"It's probably a trait from natural evolution of a few of already existing ones, it can't be that bad then."
Voice 1 (now slightly reassured):
"Fine, I'll believe you for now, but he better be able to make it here soon, or you'll suffer. After all, it's been a millennia since we've had a new comrade."
The voices fade into the backround as vision returns to Nal...
He turns his head to see a tunnel with light at the end of it. He seems to be getting closer, he tries to stop but can't, some unknown force seems to be pushing him out.
Faint voices fill his ears, their pleasent voices soothing his anxiety of the situation, after all he was only 18 when he died and woke up in an unknown situation.
One of the new voices speak more loudly and yet, her voice seemed to be oozing kindness:
"--m- o- -y --n"
Nal can't make out most of the parts of the words, barely catching a letter of each. With each second the voices were getting closer as was the end of the tunnel. Would he able to see the faces of those voices? (He wondered)
The voice spoke again, this time more clear, more defined yet still so warmly:
"Come on my son, almost there, don't you want to see your parents?"
With those words, Nal realised he had been reborn and as a... Newborn.
He reached the end of the tunnel, yet for some reason he blacked out. The voice from before, now strained, tired and panic rang out as he was closing his eyes:
"No, quickl--"
Though he wondered as to what his... New mother was saying... He caught no more of what was said as he passed out from exhaustion.