Kapitel 1: Chapter 1 // Reincarnation
'Shit. I died.'
He thought as his vision started to blur beyond recognition and the warmth of his body slowly dwindling and freezing him still like those pathetic dying strays beside the road.
There was one thing he couldn't seem to wrap his head around was that he was surprisingly calm about his last seconds before inevitably becoming a corpse awaiting to be buried.
Perhaps his life was so utterly boring that even regrets were something but a false reality to him, just that he didn't know that of course.
Or maybe he had suicidal thoughts lingering about and when time had come for him to fuck off and die, he merely sat back and relaxed.
Still, those are just assumptions ain't it?
As the man slowly began to die like any dying person, he looked around at his surroundings and saw a crowd of curious and perhaps traumatized people watching the pinnacle that is death happening right in front of their eyes.
Amongst the crowd, the reactions were one or another the same but that didn't mean it wasn't differentiated.
Most were traumatized as they were ordinary people. They didn't enjoy watching death unfolding upon their naked eyes like those sick maniacs watching videos of cartel beheadings all day on the web.
Some were business workers that had just finished their work amongst the crowd and strangely, they all had a tired and overworked expression and when they saw a corpse lying on the ground, they probably didn't give a fuck about it.
There was also a woman wearing a simple gray hoodie, panicking whilst trying to contact any help just to save a random guy dying at the side of the road.
She yelled other pedestrians walking down the sidewalk to call some help and used the piece of technology that was the phone to call perhaps an ambulance. What a nice lady.
Unfortunately for her, those that had a phone on their hands did the opposite of what she did.
Instead of contacting for help, they just snapped a shot of the pathetic corpse in front of them and either walked away or even called their friends, informing them of a sick cool discovery that they unearthed on the way home.
Of course, he saw all of this disgusting stuff with his blurred vision rivalling even the oldest of peoples.
The dying man had no idea why he was dying for some apparent reason and shifted his focus on the other surroundings, attempting to figure out a clue as to how he was dying in the first place.
Sadly, his nose was now a thing in the past as it was torn off clean. He could even vaguely see the shape of torn nose down the road.
Due to that fact of the nonexistence of his nose, he couldn't smell anything from his surroundings. Not like it mattered anyways as he's dying one way or another.
He could see tire marks on his now crushed arm and pieces of iron debris stabbed everywhere from his legs to even his ears which lead him to believe he was indeed in one of those scenarios of a car crash.
What a shame; it wasn't a truck that hit him. Otherwise, he could've been isekai'ed without getting glanced by pedestrians.
Judging by the tire marks, the car that had unfortunately hit the poor guy likely said "Fuck this" and immediately chose the hit-and-run option.
Upon realising this, the man was enraged before calming back down a split second later.
It was truly useless to be angered by someone that had just done a hit-and-run situation on you when you're literally about to die.
'Ah, finally it came.'
The rumoured tunnel of light had finally appeared as he welcomed it's arrival. He had randomly found an article about the supposed tunnel of light near-death survivors would one or another talk about.
He never really thought that the tunnel of light was real but now that he was personally experiencing it, he was hyped.
Hyped not because he wanted to die but he always thought it was some kind of interpretation of ascending to heaven or higher plain instead of stairs.
Though he did have some lingering thoughts about yearning to reincarnate as long as the world he would reincarnate in was interesting and magical like those childhood comics he read about.
As his incoming death progressed, his surroundings began to darken into pitch darkness as the tunnel brightened even more with more stroke of lights piercing out of it.
In fact, it slowly became so bright that all he could see was the color of yellowish white. He was thankful that his retinas were dying alongside him as the brightness would've certainly burned his eyes.
Then suddenly, the overly bright light in an instant vanished and was replaced by darkness rivalling even the most powerful black holes in the universe.
* * *
'Huh?' The man suddenly woke up as if his grueling death from here had never happened and was a mere nightmare.
He had seemed to gain consciousness and came to the conclusion he had only gotten a nightmare about his death which actually upset him as his life was nothing but ordinary to the eyes of others and even himself.
He struggled to glance at his surroundings. It was like his head was stuck on one position and that alone and that wasn't even the strangest of things.
Suspiciously, it seemed that he was inside some kind of isolated room as it's awkwardly dark inside. The room was illuminated by an incredibly weak and dim red light which had exposed mysterious and eerie veins inside the walls.
He wasn't a firm believer in superstitious stuff but now that he saw the eerie room he was currently in, he was almost convinced that he was utterly wrong the whole time.
As he struggled to move, he began to notice the muffled noises likely resembling voices which probably originated from outside of the horrendous walls.
'Tsk, let me out!' The man tried to shout but to no avail, nothing had gotten out of his mouth.
He paused to reorganize his thoughts and figure out what kind of situation he was currently in.
The werid walls, the suspicious muffled noises, the stiff position he was in and lastly, the fact he couldn't say anything.
It was until that moment that he realised, he was actually reincarnated.
Usually, upon that realisation, people might get excited about it for some reasons. Shocked knowing that their friends and family are now a thing of the past. Dramatic emotions ain't it?
But strangely, the man was rather calm about it. Even he didn't know why he was acting like that. Yes, his past life was indeed boring but he had no reason to be calm about his reincarnation.
He finally acquired a second chance. A second chance to start over and create the life he wanted. A life where thing were at least a bit more interesting and fun.
It wasn't like he had finally obtained inner peace and enlightenment. It was rather more like having little to no emotions about it than being calm.
He couldn't wrap his head around it and decided to leave that thought on hold. Now that he was reincarnated, it would be a waste to sort that out when he wasn't technically born yet.
Gradually, the muffled noises began to intensify which likely hinted that it might've been time for him to finally exit the womb of his current mother.
Turns out he was correct.
* * *
"So. This is my mother now?" He said, looking at the beauty right in front of him.
That beauty being an absolutely blurred out mess which looks like it got censored.
Obviously, he had just been born and his eyes definitely wasn't top notch thus everything he saw was vague which disappointed him.
He wanted to observe his surroundings to get an clue whether he was born into a fairly wealthy family.
One of the lingering problems of reincarnation he figured was that he couldn't choose where he was born and in what family he could be born.
Basically, he was somewhat worried about financial problems in the future of his brand new life.
"Wait. I shouldn't be thinking of that as I'm essentially living rent free for now." He reassured himself as he was still a newborn, obviously.
"—. —————?"
His mother was talking to someone else and it looked as if she was worried about something. Sadly, the man couldn't understand a thing his mother had spoken which was natural as he was now in another world.
If not, in a different country that what he had originally lived in.
The thought of reincarnating in the same boring world that was Earth didn't demoralise him as a thing called the internet existed.
What if he reincarnated in the past? You might say. Well that's another story for another time.
Although his vision only allowed him to perceive and observe his surroundings vaguely, he could still piece the obvious objects together to get a clue of what his surroundings seemed to be.
Among the objects were the universal carpentry work designed so that people could sit, the chair.
What seemed to be a bookshelf with plenty of books held there and also two ginormous windows that stood from the floor and all the way to the ceiling.
Now lastly, your regular bed. Though it did look like those generic hospital bed which was enough evidence to tell him that he was indeed born in a hospital.
"At least, I didn't get born in the dark ages or something."
He then focused his attention to catching a glimpse of his mother and when he tried to find her, she was gone.
The only thing he could comment about it was that this was definitely a bruh moment but before he could assume things, he had to wait for a bit just to confirm it.
A few seconds later, a nurse came and picked him up to bring him somewhere.
Perhaps he was going to the incinerator? That can't be it or maybe he's just being brought to his mother.
Well, it was neither.
He was actually put inside an incubator and his mother was nowhere to be seen during the period of heading to that incubator.
"Shit. Just as I thought this life was gonna be okay, my mother left me."
He assumed that his mother had just left him behind at the incubator because the thought that he had never saw his mother even right after her giving birth to him.
"Well, at least I know what my name is now." He recalled as he caught glimpse of the name tag attached to the incubator.
He couldn't see anything very clear obviously but somehow, his eyes suddenly saw the name tag very clearly and it read;
Barry.
What a fucking generic name.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
Imperialus
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