Death doesn't mean the end of your love life, well not for Alexandra Blake and Michael Ross. After a horrible Accendent Alex was put into a coma but her soul still wandered until she realizes, the CEO, her boss, can see and talk to her.

Author here. I missed the deadline for the writing competition and realized I am a consumer rather than a creator. So here was the outline for the story, just to explain how the story was going to go.
Chapter 5: New Hope
There was going to be exposition about how great the current world was. How the MC's life in this world is better and brighter.
Chapter 6: Costume Ball
They will arrive at the ball, meet a few random people in various costume when all of a sudden a new monster appears. Rie then appears to save MC and monster retreats
Chapter 7: Parallel Worlds
Rie explains what is going on to her knowledge. Few major points. That Rie was once just like him, a person that dies and goes to another world. 3 things follow when he dies: Monster, Trainer, Anchor.
Rie is the monster, anchor is the person to keep him sane through the trials (Michael). Every time he dies he gets an ability of the monster's based on survival.
Chapter 8: Weak
Test abilities, all of them weak. He tries to get a handle to make them more beneficial. Rie traded her powers in for something, she won't say. So now she is left with innate abilities.
Chapter 9: No Pain
Monster appears, Rie defends for a moment then lets MC get killed for a better ability. Jai dies then wakes up as earlier and talks with Michael
Chapter 10: Initiative
As the anchor, Michael is also a beacon for where the monster is supposed to go. Rie uses Michael as bait. Jai gets angry when Michael is almost hurt and is able to beat the new monster, actually killing it. The random voice said a notification verifying death of monster. It is not the end, they only get some breathing room. Jai wonders how many times he will kill or get killed.
Chapter 11: 2 Years
Time jump 2 years. Jai decides, he doesn't want to risk it in other worlds and he likes this one. Since he has changed worlds every other death, he decides to stay. The three work together and use various tricks to kill monsters with stereotypical monster weaknesses
Chapter 12: Good Times
Michael, with his pestering ways commenting on Rie's beauty, inevitably pushes both Jai and Rie together. Focus onto them killing the 12th monster. Some banter and action. See some scars on them. Back to their mansion, restock. They somehow acquired a book of over 30 monsters. They try and find common weaknesses and have backup plans. They sort of know the schedule of the monster's appearance. Otherwise daily life.
Chapter 13: Final Monster
Hardest monster yet. Accidents with backup occurred, somehow still able to delay and finally win
Voice confirms death then says processing
Chapter 14: Processing
The three are tired and bloody with grins on their faces. They cheer over this fight and are eager to fix their mistakes. Jai is wondering about the processing. Then things start to disintegrate. No one knows what is happening. Michael turns to particles with a smile and still says a cheesy one-liner. Rie starts to go and Jai goes to hug, wondering if this will be the last. Last words. White wash room with only Jai inside. The first voice appears and starts saying statistics. 8 million 4 hundred 28 thousand and 39 individuals participated. 2,257 individuals survived. 4,214,019 individuals suffered issues either mental or computational. 2,780,412 individuals either gave up or committed suicide. 715,675 individuals lost either both or one of their helpers, trainer and anchor. 596,397 individuals were found at fault for crimes committed during event or had incompatible personality. 119,279 individuals were killed off.
Chapter 15: First
Jai topped the charts because of the final 2 thousand people he topped the charts for least deaths and overall score. He now has a new hope: to create a family for himself. The previous 2 years will be his goal, a family like that. If he can find Rie and Michael, perfect. Otherwise he will make a new family. Doesn't matter where or status, only who and when it will happen. New trial approaches. New game where dying isn't the end. The 2 thousand people are all in it. Jai teams up with the others in the top 5. New  voice sounds off to play to your hearts content. There is no death.

Jai died. It was a vibrant red, but he died. If he is dead, then how can he die again? Is his death the end or the beginning? Questions, just like Jai's death are never ending.

(Due to the fidelity of two goblins, your skills have increased. Sight has increased, Martial prowess has increased, Blood lust has increased, Leadership has increased.) 

Michael passed it over with his eyes, although he was interested in those other skills, he had no real time to deal with them. His main focus was the arena set out in front of him and the death games that have started. The King would watch the battle and if the other wasn't killed he would decide his life or death. Surprisingly his group wasn't the only one being weeded. Other older groups were as well. They had formed several circles around a pit in the middle some towards the top. It was like a makeshift colosseum but still just an angled hole in the ground. The Gray King sat above them all in a wooden stand, to his right and left were two normal looking goblins and behind him was the idiot that dropped Michael on his face. 'I swore that guy would be up here too'. Finally below him were the Ten unique goblins. They had an arrogance on their face, they could care less for any of these creatures. 

Michael's first goal was to tell the forty he trained one thing. Kill everyone else. Do not kill each other and make our group known to the King. Scythe and Drake were the most excited, they were even drooling when he told them all to kill the sixty that opted out of training. Michael needed to show skill and strength but he couldn't show anything overwhelming. The King was already watching him. A few exceptional ones here and there he'll assume its a good batch, but anything too much, well Michael wouldn't trust it either. 

The Gray King Spoke, those of the older generations will fight first then the newest generation. At the end they shall fight each other but with the strict instruction to not kill. Of course the King said accidents happen. Oddly Michael felt a chill down his spine, as if he knew that was directed towards him. As if the gods or the world itself was egging him on, Michael eyes began shifting around, deeper and deeper he peered into everything. His eyes were stolen from him and he couldn't stop it. He wasn't sure what compelled him, but it was like he was being shown something. His 'sight' directed him to the sixty that hated him, a red light was shown hovering around their bodies. His teeth were starting to pulse and his mouth was tingling in anticipation, he wanted blood. He was even starting to step forward until his eyes darted to the King. 

The King was not seeped in red, a purple glow laid over him as if it solidified his royalty, but Michael was not an idiot. The world was showing him something, Scythe and Drake looked to him confused and worried. They touched his shoulder and a bright blue hue was spread across his vision. 'The world's secrets huh? I can see who was loyal to me. If I had this then haha.. f**k that shit.. What this meant was he might be suspicious but it wasn't just that. He was anticipating something. I can do this and have fun.'

Maybe the world wanted carnage or maybe it was up to him where his skills took him or showed him but with this, he was going to have some fun. 

Michael walked to the stands. He kneeled beneath the King, and he looked to him smiling, his auburn eyes glistening. The King could feel that auburn almost penetrate into his deep grey eyes, like fall had just befell a storm. Blood was dripping before his feet dying the dirt a rust color. Michael's teeth was tearing his lips, he couldn't contain himself. The King was leaning forward, with almost the same twisted smile. "My King. I can not compare to those ten above me. However I am useful. I have taught forty how to fight and I do not doubt you have heard of my beatings." Micheal couldn't contain his laughter at that point. "Give me the honor of showing you a parade of blood." The King stared deep into his eyes, to every goblin around those two this was a stare of life and death. Michael would either be killed at this very moment or be graced with another day. 

The King laughed and Michael's suspicions were right, "To think we had such a smart one among us, How can I fear such an honest man? Do as you please. New go first." The King was no fool. Every action he did showed, patience and control. His careful planning and raising of his army. Even the incentives, but what really gave it away was the changes in his speech and tone. The king was watching to see one thing and Michael knew he won the moment he kneeled down. With his 'Sight', he watched the King's color change closer to blue as he approached. Not a light blinding blue like Scythe or Drake but a deep dark blue. When he kneeled, the blue had become so deep it almost looked black. Michael couldn't fathom what lay within the kings mind, but he knew whatever he said he would win. He could feel the crimson behind him burn. "Thank you, I will give you a proper show."

Michael hated authority but not one time did he attack his parents. Not one time did he attack his teachers. Not one time did he attack that which would send him into the abyss. If he couldn't have people bleed, what was the point in dying a rabid dog's death. He might be chained but he could wait. The King wanted conquest, Michael wanted power and blood. They could use each other and they both knew that. "Scythe and Drake, could you pretty please get me a weapon, and meet me in the center." They didn't even take a second before handing it to him. He looked at them and was almost happy, 'They will make good pets knowing exactly what I want'. 

The ten unique goblins were sneering at Michael, disgusted with the fact that the King spoke to him in such a way. Disgusted with this runt. Michael chuckled seeing the red slowly form around them. The Three stood in front while the other 38 had clambered behind them. They all had rusty weapons that couldn't pierce through armour and definitely wouldn't last on a wild animal, but for this fight it was enough. Michael grabbed the weakest one and put him in front, he would fight first. You could see the fear in his eyes and even the timidness swell outside of him. Honestly Michael didn't have too much hope for him in the long run. He held a rusty short sword but dropped it to the ground as he slid into the pit. He took a second, scrambling to pick it up. He looked kind of like the King's idiot. 

His scar was along his back. The mark of a coward. The first fight he had with Michael he ran and so Michael grabbed him and slowly tore into his back, making sure to avoid severing any important nerves but maybe grazing one or two to cause extreme pain. Oh how he laughed. Even now this goblin squirmed. The King beckoned the challenger to come forward. The strongest looking one out of the sixty. He was just shorter than drake and a medium build. He had a short sword as well, looks like they were watching Michael after all. Each step the coward took it felt like the ground was shaking from his tremors. The other goblin started laughing and egging him on. "Piss, Piss! Weak!" The coward just slowly raised his sword. The goblin rushed him *ting* barely blocking the blade and falling into the dirt. "Hahhaa, weeak." The coward was standing up again, shifting his eyes to michael any chance he could get. However no matter when he looked it was just a wolf staring at him.

The coward knew he wasn't getting out of this. He would die, or kill. You see none of these creatures could actually be weak. They had the blood of a high-goblin flowing through their veins, and not only that a goblin king. The fact they survived that showed strength, but they weren't robots or drones or mindless rocks. They were almost as dumb as them, but they were all different, like the difference between amethysts and quartz. The coward he didn't like to fight.

He sighed deeply, looking dead in his opponents eyes. His opponent was laughing and he stilled himself. If he didn't win well enough Michael might make him fight more, he couldn't have that. His opponent noticed this change in attitude, and a quiet filled the ring. His opponent no longer laughing charged forward swinging down hard with his short sword *schling*, in a moments notice the coward redirects the blade and with his free hand punches him in the face. "Urghh," anger fills him and he swings back hard and wide. He blocks it but gets pushed back, lifting sand in the air. That is a powerful swing he thinks to himself. The goblin is coming in for another swing, instead of deflecting this time he quickly steps forward startling the poor poor golbin. He can't retaliate as he inches the blade through his opponents stomach. 

He pulls out his blade and raises it in the air, not bothering to look at the collapsing body. "Core!" Everyone begins to shout, "Core! Core! Core!" He had proven worthy and declared his name to the crowd, but before they could shout longer than ten seconds he was running to the side of the arena with his mouth closed. God dammit, thought Michael, he's puking again. The sound of revelry quickly turned into laughter even those who were already used to him puking during training. He was a haemophobe. The slightest sight of blood made him shiver and puke. Honestly pathetic. 

Michael looked to the King, his sight still active. The color hadn't changed, but that wouldn't tell him any thought going through his head. The King turned and whispered to the idiot, Michael didn't feel good about this. "Boring. Two versus one." 

Michael wasn't too worried but he knew some of them would die, nameless and weak. The only thing he cared for really was all those that looked down on him ending up with their blood in the sand. So until then he would just sit back and enjoy the show. He did have front row seats after all. Maybe this bored King might make it even more interesting.

Michael is betrayed by the few people he thought he could trust, after living the life of a military brat and gang leader he just wants to let loose. Now that he finds himself in another world, where will he go and who will he kill? Will Michael finally find people worthy to call friends or will he step on everyone until he is feared throughout the world?

Michael felt tremendous pain erupt from his chest. This was the fifth time Lilliana, his sister, stabbed him and every time it was worse. If it was up to him he would've fled but his body would never listen. He still possessed his will but he couldn't control his body's instincts.

Attack.

Kill.

Eat.

His body was no longer human it was but only a grotesque undead being. Even though futile he once again attempted to stop his claws to not scratch his sister, even though he was sure she'd ever allowed that. 

Michael saw from the corner of his eyes his subordinates that were fighting against his sister's team members. Currently, they were in a standstill where not one party bested the other.

Vaguely he heard the howl of Obsidian Wolves and he knew this battle would come to an end. Michael knew that his sister would never allow her team members to risk their lives. Obsidian Wolves were spirit beasts and incapable of being hurt from physical attacks and zombies were just undead. The danger of fighting a spirit beast instead of a mere undead was incomparable.

Michael stopped paying attention to his surroundings knowing that the group wouldn't be able to kill him. He didn't want to sound suicidal but how he yearned for death. Being able to see everything his body but not being able to control any of his actions really took a toll on his morals. He felt like a prisoner trapped in his own body.

"Everyone retreat!" Lilliana commanded once she detected the Obsidian Wolves exactly how Michael predicted. 

Ｂａｍ !!

That's when Michael felt it. He finally felt like he was in control of his body. Tears started streaming down his face and he himself was unaware of whether it was from the pain or happiness.

Looking down at his chest he watched the hole that passed through his body me right where his heart would be. He was finally free, finally himself, finally done with this life.

Using the small amount of strength he still possessed he muttered "Thank you..." and with that, he shut his eyes. He never witnessed how his sister's eyes widened and how tears fell down her face. He was finally free, out of this nightmare world.

~~~

When the monsters first emerged humans cowered in fear.

They built giant walls to try and keep them out.

However, they failed and many died.

So they prayed for help.

And help they got.

From a mysterious god.

He made them a safe haven.

A city named Lutas.

With only one rule.

To never leave or death will be imminent.

So many years pass.

And soon all humans became birds in a cage.

~~

Lutas was called a city but only a few houses were standing. All the houses were small and closely sat together. The people were simple and always stared at the walls whenever they were free.

Farthest away from the houses, a building was propped on a hill. The building was small but clean inside.

Inside there were 20 people. Most of them held a high position in Lutas and those that didn't were a knowledgeable scientist.

"I have gathered you here today to announce we have made a breakthrough in Project SH-5839 or Project superhuman." The oldest of the scientist spoke with a tinge of pride in his voice. 

"What is this breakthrough?" The group hollered excitement written on their faces.

"Well, what I really mean is that the gas is ready to be released and then all of us will be able to contain more power than those monsters outside!"

"Really?!"

"Can we really release it now?"

"Are you sure it works?"

"What power will each person get?"

"Power against those beasts?"

Questions spouted out from every member but the rowdy room turned dead silent when the youngest man there asks quietly, "What about God's warning?"

Since young everyone has been told of the story of how a god built this place for humans while he only had one rule; they could never leave this place. Humans, however, we're curious by nature and they never liked to stay in one place. This prompted the start of Project SH in order to be able to explore the vast unknown.

"Once we have these powers do we really need to fear the monsters out there? We can easily kill a few monsters with just one superhuman! Why should we fear them?" The same scientist shouted out saliva flying out his mouth with every sentence.

And with that everyone ignored the young man ignoring his presence while everyone asked more questions towards the old scientist.

"We will release this gas this afternoon and wait for monsters to finally realize the power of humans!" The scientist yelled at the night sky before glaring at the wall that protected them from the outside world.

~~

In a dilapidated house, a man no older than 20 also glared at the wall. His eyes were red and he grasped the window sill firmly. 

Just when he was free life had to put him through a big joke and revive him 10 years into the past. He would have to live his atrocious life all over again. He would have to see his body kill innocent people and eat their insides. He would see himself eating dead remains. He would see himself doing unspeakable things to others. He went through it once and now he had to relive it again. 

That's when the tears came. Michael was never a crier but now that was all he could do. The scar his previous life left him was too deep and once he had to relive it again...

"Bro? Why are you awake it's barely 2 in the morning." 

Michael hurriedly looked back to see his little sister. The 12-year-old made Michael even more heartbroken. The Lilliana he remembered was a tall, confident woman with short brown hair and piercing eyes. However, his sister right now was a short, introverted girl with long hair tied up in a ponytail and soft concerned eyes. She should've stayed a bit more innocent, she was so young when the selection happened...

Michael nodded. Right now he couldn't talk. He felt deep regret about everything that would happen. He couldn't change anything. He hated himself again. He was reborn. This was a chance to save his family, his friends, save himself. But he couldn't. He was weak. He didn't remember anything about today or tomorrow. He didn't know how he got infected. He didn't know if what turned him was man-made or natural. All he had right now was an uncertain day. Possibly the only happy day he would have for a long time. Right now there was only one thing he wanted to do...

"Sis wanna prank some people?"

For 10 years, Michael has been a monster, only following his instincts. Now, all he wishes is for his death.

When he finally gets what he wishes for, life plays a joke on him and he is reborn a day before he becomes a zombie. 

All he wants for is some more moments with his family.

The flight home was uneventful. The Beta reported the pack ran smoothly while we were gone.  Sounded like everything was going good. 
     Our first week as Alpha and Luno I had to plan his Luno marking ceremony. I wouldn't be to big of a party. I was thinking a cookout as we had just missed the 4th of July celebration.  
     I wanted to make it manly.  Beer, soda, steak, hamburgers,  hotdogs,  Mexican street corn, potato salad, deviled eggs, cole slaw, baked beans, chips, baked potatoes,  sweet potatoes baked, and for dessert chocolate cake, apple pie, maybe even lemon ice cream. 
     I sent out invitations, bought decorations, and food. The Beta was going to run the grill. The Beta's wife, she was my Beta 2, was going to work on everything else. I was extremely impressed by how they stepped up for me.
     The night of the ceremony I was a little nervous.  I spoke to Michael about my reservations but he calmed me as usual. He wasn't nervous at all. When everyone had been greeted I stepped up to the platform.  
      "Hello everyone,  I am your Alpha Subrina Evans Brown. If the Alpha isn't mated she or he will pick a Luna or Luno. Since I am married to this wonderful Were I pick him for my Luno. He is strong,  wise, and empathetic.  He will be a worthy leader when I am pregnant with our pup. He will be my equal and if he tells you an order it shall not be questioned.", I say loudly. 
     Then I reach my hand for Michael to join me. I open his collar to expose his mate mark, the Luno marking would go beside it. I lick his mark, then bite beside it. He was officially the Luno of the Bear Clan Pack. I howl, he howls and the pack howls. 
     I turn back to the pack. "The last part of the official Alpha take over is to agree to challengers. If you think you can run the pack better than I can, if you feel stronger than I am,  or if you feel like you should be Alpha, please tell the Beta. He will keep a list and in 2 weeks we will hold our Lupo Finale for Alpha. Also, you may want to replace the Luno, that will also take place at this time. The fight is to the death so make sure you are willing to die for this purpose. Thank you and enjoy the food. Goodnight!", I make sure the seriousness is in my voice.
     Waiting two weeks didn't seem to be a big deal. We had so many other things to do.  I registered for college. Michael opened his own medical practice. I had an appointment with our pack gynecologist.  Michael had to see his dad off to the airport. Life wasn't about fighting. 
     The night before the Lupo Finale I ask the Beta if we have anyone wanting to fight. He reports 5 men challenged me and another 6 challenge Michael.  We would be fighting with 30 minutes rest between fights. July was a busy month. I had started the plans for a pup training camp,  I had started a teen center as well.
     Michael would be fighting first. He stepped into the ring. I announced, "As you know this fight is traditionally to the death. Our Luno has graciously decided that you may tap out. He will allow you to live. If you are stubborn then you will die. Fight one...1...2...3...START!". 
     Michael just punched the first guy and he was knocked out cold. He was carried off on a stretcher. After 30 minutes round 2. This guy danced all over the ring, he tried several times to hit Michael but missed every single time. Finally Michael gave him the right hook as well. Same with other opponents. The last guy to enter the ring looked me up and down, he twitched his tongue at me. Michael was furious. This fight lasted for over an hour. The were both very strong. The hits came fast and blood was everywhere. Michael had him pinned down,  he could easily kill him now. He refused to tap out. Stubborn jackass deserves to die but I know Michael won't kill him. He chokes him until he passes out.
     I announced, "Our Luno stands as placed". Everyone started to howl. Now my turn to fight. I wondered how a guy would feel fighting a girl. Michael looked worried but he trusted me. He announced, "As you offical Luno I will call the Alpha fights. This is to the death! No tap out as you have challenged our authority."
     "Fight one...1...2...3...START!", Michael's voice boomed. The fight was hard. I was hit multiple times but I never faltered. I used my claw to slit his throat.  "The winner is Alpha Bri", Michael sounded like he was worried.  He carried me over to my tent. The pack doctor was waiting. I checked out great. I rested for my next match.
    This went on for 4 fights. I would snap a neck,  slit a throat,  or barely win each time. The last fight was my strongest opponent. As soon as start was called he lunged at me switching to his wolf. I let Zafiro go.  She was deadly.  She fought hard. Biting, clawing and pinning him. He would always get out of her hold. 
     He was huge, strong and very talented in the fight. She was getting tired I could see it. I could feel it. She jumped on his back, reaching to slit his throat.  He run backwards into a tree knocking the air from her lungs. He changed back into his human form. He picked me up by my throat I tried to get Zafiro to wake up. "You have to wake up, you have to finish!", I screamed at her in our mind link. He had my limp body in his hand. Grinning as he showed he had me. Just before he snapped my neck, Zafiro woke, she clawed his throat ripping it nearly out. He dropped me, she lunged at him ripping his throat out. I switched back to my human form. Michael announced, "Your Alpha remains to be Subrina Evans Brown!". 
     Everyone howls except for me. I'm bruised,  battered and bloody. I just want a shower and rest. I've killed 5 people.  I'm sad that the pack didn't trust me to do the job. I'm thankful that I was taught to fight by the best Dad ever. I slowly make my way home. Michael finished the Lupo Finale before returning home.  I took a shower and fell into bed naked. I felt his body against mine. He was comfortable but he was like home to me.
     I was glad to have it over. Now we could build this pack. I worked hard to build the strength of the pack. I tried to make life better for everyone.  I attended every meeting.  I went to other pack meetings to learn more. I trained hard. I worked side by side with Michael and my Dad. My Beta was working hard as well. The delta, the omega, the sentry everyone had a job to focus on. We all were focused on pack business.  I didn't notice that I had lost weight.  I didn't notice that my body was changing.  None of us noticed until I passed out.

Hello everyone my name is Michael Akatsuki and ...
 I died...
 But remembering everything until the moment of my death, I understand that I regret little
 My family was pretty ordinary besides my little brother and I were fond of anime
 But since I lived in Russia, adults didn't perceive this very well.
 And what can you live in this and without cartoons you say yes?
 But unlike my younger brother, I have been pretty unsociable since childhood
 Therefore, I had few friends, even in high school, I had about 3-4 friends who have been with me since elementary school
 Of course, I could speak with someone else, but usually it was something like a greeting or a question about study
 But I was quite sociable on the Internet, I even belonged to some top clans and there I had to communicate with many people
 So my 16 years of my life passed while I was once again watching Boku no Pic ... KXM, I wanted to say anime ...
In short I spilled my Cola on my PC in a hurry to knock it accidentally caught on some wire which eventually killed me with electricity 
Dying in convulsions I was hoping that would be before the old man with long white beard who offered me a second life in one of those novels with OP abilities 
But when I woke up I found myself in a place where there was nothing but darkness a long time passed since my death for this time, I was trying not to go crazy entertaining themselves with their memories 
At some point I started to feel the heat and pressure looking around I saw the light very bright light I closed my eyes after a long period of time conducted in that dark place, my eyes were not ready for this after a while I heard a voice like the voice of a wise and good old man slightly opened eyes I saw him like this, glowing man with long gray beard, his face expressed a kind smile, he was dressed in white clothes similar to the clothes of the monks 
Again spoke the old man said: I'm Sorry my child I thought I forgot about you for quite a long period of time at least for humans 
Said the old man with the slowly fading aura around him for which I was grateful 
With full open eyes I carefully looked at the old man and asked him the obvious question: are You a God? 
What the old man nodded and said, call me mortals in your world 
All things considered, what the Creator told him, I said, I will go to hell or heaven? 
Shaking her head at my words he said, as an apology for the fact that I forgot about you I'm going to turn you into one of the worlds in your memories on your choice of 3 wishes 
Very delighted with this outcome, I said, Right? to which he nodded, excited me even more 
I thought about his words for 15 minutes during which he waited patiently for Michael said: Then I want to be reincarnated as one piece but my first wish is to preserve your memories 
What the elder women laughed and praised the young man in front of him: hahaha you're smart enough young man for all the time I've sent a few from your world and you are the first who put forth this desire 
What Michael facilitated sighed thinking: "It would be very @!#%@#$ if I were to go there without memories just giving them unknown to me "
Reading the thoughts of Michael God smiled more broadly than before
A minute later, Michael made his second wish: My second wish I want a system with lots of features such as store status, map, quests, and inventory 
After said Michael looked at God in response to which he nodded 
He said my third wish:My third wish I would like the ability with which I could travel to anime worlds 
God thought for a moment before answering and said, Well your third wish, it will also be one of the functions of the system but you can go to other worlds only under certain conditions
What Michael nodded, agreeing with the thought, "I don't care I can't complain since I got all this almost for free "
The Creator smiled a kind old smile and said, I'll be watching your new life so unlike his past life lived that much more interesting 
God said waving a hand behind Michael's opening a portal that dragged him inside

This story about a boy named Michael Akatsuki will not spoil anymore

 PS: I don't know much English
- --- I do not have anime or cover art

When Malphas drops me off at home, I decide I need to relax. My body is still tense with a mixture of adrenaline, nervousness, and exhilaration. School would be the perfect place to decompress, Zack will be there and then the mind-numbing "learning". I walk to school, trying not to look over my shoulder. I feel very overwhelmed by the events that just took place. I mean, that guy was evil, but I just KILLED him! I have a suspicion that the cloak may effect my emotions, but I don't have enough experience with it to know.
I arrive at school late, right before my P.E. class second period. I say hey to Zack before heading in to the locker room to change into my P.E. uniform.


Zack:

I've been worried about Michael all day. He FINALLY shows up before second period, but he's acting strange. His hair is disheveled, he has dark circles under his eyes, and he looks paranoid. I follow Michael into the locker rooms to change, feeling suspicious that something, though I don't know what, is going on. 
"Hey Zack, sorry that I was late today," he says, sounding like he didn't sleep at all. 
"It's fine, man. Are you alright? You look like you don't feel..." I trail off as he removes his shirt. There is a small tribal-looking skull stylized on his left pectoral. A skull that I know for a fact was not there before he disappeared. A skull that, from what I have been told, looks exactly like the Mark of Death.
After changing we head out to the field for the class. 
"Line up you maggots!" our P.E. teacher, Mrs. Hughes, says. She always tries to sound tough like people in cheesy movies, but usually fails. 
"Today," she says, "You will be running laps until you drop!"
"Isn't that child abuse?" a student down the line asks.
"Drop and give me 20, worm," Mrs. Hughes growls. I feel bad for the kid, but there's nothing Michael or I could do. 
"Start running!" she screeches and we all stumble away from her. Michael and I usually are some of the first to drop in situations like this. We run for a few minutes. Even I'm starting to breathe hard, I look over at Michael, expecting him to be practically dying, like usual. He is keeping a steady pace next to me. He's not breathing hard or even sweating! I feel disturbed and head to the side of the field to drop out. He follows me and sits down. He doesn't even have the decency to look tired. I'm torn over what to do, what if he's the Savior person that my mom was talking about? What should I tell my mom? And how did this happen to Michael?


Natas:

I watch through my scrying tool as Michael goes through his inane mortal life. What I really want is to push him harder, but I can't. If I do that, he will most likely break. And that would ruin my fun. A polite knock resounds at the door. 
"Enter," I respond with a deep, dramatic voice, mostly just to sound cool.
"My lord," Malphas kneels and begins reporting, "The human boy shows promise and completed the task as ordered. Even with the emotional dampeners in the cloak, he showed a remarkable ability to collect souls. If I may speak freely, Lord?"
"You may, I reply in a tired voice. I let my facade slip with him, as Malphas is my most trusted aide.
"Why did you not only allow a human to return to life, but also ask him to work for you? Your Reapers have always been demons so that we could be impartial toward the soon-to-be dead. Please tell me, my Lord," Malphas bows his head respectfully and looks frightened as if I would be angry at him.
"There are two reasons, Malphas. The first is that I sensed something different about him. He was the most neutral human that I'd ever met. He didn't do anything in his life out of feelings of a sense good or evil, but as part of his desires. I thought that he might make a good Reaper for that reason. The second reason is simply this: I was bored and he looked entertaining!" I laugh as Malphas nearly falls over in shock. There really was something strange about Michael. There was an aura about him, though I'm not sure what it means.


Michael:

Zack has been acting strange all day. Quite frankly I'm relieved to leave at the end of the day to avoid his scrutinizing gaze. It makes me feel like he knows something about everything that is going on with me. As I walk home, I can't help but think about the old man that I killed. He deserved it, I know that much. I just feel upset that I took a life. It makes me nauseous and lightheaded when I think about it. I get home and turn on the tv for once to decompress. It turns to the news. The scenery is VERY familiar, and not in a good way.
"Here I stand at the sight of a grisly murder where 67 year old Ethan Calloway was killed earlier today. Police have no leads on the person who did this, but it appears that the killer used some kind of strange weapon that powderized the blood in his body. On closer investigation of Mr. Calloway's home, it seems that this man was a previously unknown murderer and rapist of children. Police are still looking for evidence at this time. Now back to Jen, with the weather."
I stare dumbfoundedly at the television set. I didn't even think far enough ahead to realize that the police would be interested in Ethan Calloway's death and looking for the killer. Which in this case is me!

Michael Thorne is an ordinary (albeit clumsy) teenager. He isn't some great guy, or even an evil one. He's average in every way until he trips over a curb and passes out. Apparently he face-planted in a puddle and managed to drown in a centimeter of water. Instead of transmigrating to another world, reincarnating, getting a system, or anything cool like that, he went to Purgatory. The dude in charge was bored and took pity on our poor protagonist, and let him come back to life, in exchange for working for him part-time. Now alive (again), Michael has to deal with the collection of souls for the big guy downstairs while dealing with high school drama, family issues, and other general weirdness. 
(I am a new author, so I appreciate any constructive criticism and input. I will try to do stable releases, but I am in school, so sometimes they will be less stable.)

Lea woke from her thoughts.  It has been four years since Michael left them.  She wiped her tears and turned to Hannah.  She slept after crying a lot.  

She closed the windows.  She had a bath and prepared to go back to bed.  Since the death of Michael, she always felt his presence near her.  She believed in souls.  She used to think it would be great if Michael come to them even as a soul.

Suddenly she noticed a black figure behind her.  She did not get shocked. 
It was a vague image, mist or something, image of a man....

She just looked at it.  "can u hear me.  I have seen this thing many times.  Every time I see you, I know next day something will happen that will be important to my life.  I tried to speak to you.  I don't know how to talk to soul.  No idea if this is an illusion or real.  Please clear confusions.  I don't know why i am not getting scared at this.  Please tell are you my Michael's soul.  I wish it is.  That is why i feel no fear."

It disappeared.  Her mind was full of worry now.  Whenever this so called soul-presence she had, next day she will have a positive thing in her life.

Suddenly, a note book kept on the table opened on its own.  She noticed it.  Fan is not switched on and no wind at all.  How could that be.

She had a chill going down her spine.  She got up.  Went near the table and saw something written on it.  

"I LOVE YOU "
She felt a bit uneasy on seeing those words.  Who wrote this?
Suddenly she remembered speaking to the soul...
UR GUARDIAN SOUL, MICHAEL.

She stood struck dump.  Dont know whether to laugh or cry.  Even if she did cry or laugh, both will be out of happiness..

She is not alone.  Michael is with her.  
DON'T WASTE CHANCES.
After she read this, the book again closed.  She took the book and hugged it as if she is hugging Michael.  She felt a cold feeling on her cheeks. 

 She cannot hear him.. She cannot see him.  She can only feel him and read his words.  Thank Jesus for returning him back to me.

She slept that night happily after a long time and in her dream she saw Michael looking at her and Hannah and caressing her hairs and planting a kiss on her forehead, hugged her and laying beside her.

"When death comes to me, I want to die holding your hand.
The last words I hear should be your sweet words.
The last view I see should be your beautiful face.
The last thought I have should be your sweet memories.
The last breath I have should have your fragrance,
Enough, this is enough for me to reborn even as a grass leaf to see you and my Hannah again."

His death wish came true... Reborn to save his wife and little cutie....

In the life, they found love in each other... Love never dies....and He reborn.....

For thousands of years two major ruling kingdoms have influenced earth. Heaven and Hell. The year is 1944 and the conflict between the two ruling nations is about to reach a breaking point. Look through different characters points of view in different time lines and watch as an over arching story begins to unfold.

This is a Dark Fantasy and does hold some disturbing scenes. This book is not for the faint of heart.

life or death michael robotham

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