When I was a kid, I learned a hard lesson that nothing goes as planned in this accursed world, but I didn't know that it can be a nasty bit*h.
As you can see, I am an unfortunate soul that is drifting in this abyss for Emperor knows how long. The reason I am here is because of an idiot brother of mine who has an IQ of netheadral.
So let me give you a summary of what I have suffered in life to get here. I was just your average guy who was born to mediocre family, where pops worked his ass off to bring bread to the table and mother was a delusional woman who thinks she was entitled to instagram influnencer's lifestyle who got settled for less.
In the end, when I was 16, my pops overworked himself to death, and my mother abandoned us for chasing the riches of life. In that life of my mother, my caveman brother and I don't have a place in it.
We were minors, so the inevitable happened: my inbred little brother of mine and I were sent to the orphanage. When I was 18, I did what an elder brother does. I got a construction job and started supporting my brain-dead brother. So he can live a life that I cannot.
So to sum it up, my brother went to college, albeit it was community college. There he met a wonderful a dumb woman who made my brother look like he was the second coming of Einstein.
She gave my brother a brilliant idea of starting a business of unique essence candles, p*ssy esscenes to be precise, like the actress of Pepper character from the Iron Man movie.
They asked me to give them money for this business venture, and my answer was as any sensible adult would: HEEELLLLLLL NO!
So, back to how I got here: As the time went on, I became more financially stable, and I thought, "Maybe, just maybe, life was enjoyable."
But no, life said, "SikEEE!" I had just returned from work and was craving some food, so I sat down at the cafe. Just as I ordered some food there, I saw the shiny white truck-kun coming in the direction I was sitting, as I owed this magnificent creature some money.
To some extent, it was true as I was hit by truck-kun, I swear I saw the red sheen of light in each of its headlights. As my consciousness was fading, I heard the driver say on his phone, "Sir, now we can divide his life insurance money," and he ran away.
The realization struck me the same as the truck that my genius brother never gave up his dream for his multibillion p*ssy esscence candle business.
MOTHERFUCKER!!!!! That was what I wanted to say, but all the people around me heard was me gurgling on my blood. Soon my vision darkened, and here I was lamenting in the abyss about that I should have pushed that filial brother of mine from the cliff when we were children.
While I was cursing my luck to be shitty, there was sudden flash of light and i found myself in the room which looked like the room of the physctrist from the tv series Lucifer.
Well, you can guess how my reaction was. At least, think from my perspective, a mortal soul drifting abyss, devoid of any color, then suddenly you shifted into a room full of color and warmth. It was like I found the oasis in the desert. In short, my eyes orgasmed and my eyes needed a cigarette after that.
As I was looking around, suddenly came the voice: "Look what we have here?"
Then I saw there in majesty was a kind-looking man with a kind smile on his face sitting on the seat of a physiatrist.
Then as I was looking at the old man, he said: "Well, looks like life has never been kind to you, my child!". As soon as he said that, I just wanted to cry aloud about the burdens I had to shoulder that were never mine in its first place. If he is doing a job as a psychiatrist, then he is a bloody good one at doing that.
But I know better than that he was no ordinary being. He has this aura around him which is undescribable. I would have cried if something about his kind smile rubbed me the wrong way. The ROB stared blankly at me for a moment, then he said to me: "My child! I saw all of your life, and I am so sorry for that. For the hardships you have faced, I am giving you a chance to reincarnate in the world of my choice with a little gift for you to survive and thrive."
'That is a generous offer, there must be some sort of catch for all these things being in front of me willing to provide." I thought.
The old being in front of me said with a kind tone: " As I said earlier, there is no such thing as catch. The hard yet principled life you lived moved me so much that at least I wanted you to live a happy life."
'He can hear my thoughts,' I realised and started panicking. The old man, while sipping on the glass of wine, said with a smirk: "Yes, my child! I can. But don't worry, I won't be offended by your thoughts."
As an expert who lived a life full of being screwed over, I know there are two types people who extend kindness to others:
One of those who has ulterior motives and the other who does kindness to satisfy their inner peace.
But why am I getting the feeling that if I reject his offer, he would scream at me: "WHYYYYY DID YOU REDDEEM ID?" The ROB spat the whole wine on my face while coughing after he listened to my line of thought. 'Yep I am being screwed over.' I deadpanned.
'Will I be sent back if I reject his offer, or will he destroy my little ol mortal soul in his fit of rage? Well, neither of the outcomes that I wanted to bear." I calculated silently.
The psychiatrist interrupted my thought: "Your soul will be sent back to the abyss if you reject my offer to reincarnate."
With this confirmed, I made a decision that I know I will regret later, but was forced to make. I accepted his offer.
The Old man's smile widened as he said: " Excellent!" But as the ROB was waving his hand to send me to reincarnate, I suddenly asked: "At least tell me which world you are sending me to and what is the gift that you talked about earlier?"
He smiled mysteriously at me: "You will figure it out." Then my vision darkened once again.
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