1 Prologue

An old man was lying on a futon in a spacious japanese-styled room. His face was completely wrinkled, and his head was gray hair.

"Ahhh... Yuichi... Yuichiro," the old man was on his last legs. His family was sitting next to him: children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The one he called was his great-grandson, Yuichiro, who was fifteen years old.

The boy went to the great-grandfather with a face full of tears.

"Yes, ojisan..."

Still with the same hesitation and rough breathing, the old man said, "Delete... no... throw haaa... throw my computer... laptop... tablet and phone... into the water... do it... destroy everything..."

Everyone was surprised. They looked at each other, not understanding why he needed it. Only Yuichiro knew the reason for these words, so he smiled.

"Yes, ojisan!"

And only after the promise of his great-grandson, the old man closed his eyes…

The family mourned him deeply, but each of them knew that he had long been preparing to leave this world after his wife. He had to continue his life only because of the promise... 125 full years...

***

You could see a young man on a high mountain that was filled with all kinds of unknown herbs, trees, and small streams that flowed like dragon veins across the earth. It gave this place a divine appearance.

Approximately 20-years-old man was situated on the grass. Opening his eyes, the young man looked up at the sky for a long time until he said, "Did I go to Heaven after all?"

His voice was even and unemotional. His gaze was absolutely calm. He quickly accepted the situation.

"You can say so."

There was a voice somewhere ahead of him. The young man sat up and looked in the direction of the sound. There was an arbour before him, and there was a white table and two chairs inside of it. One of the chairs was occupied by an incredibly handsome man of thirty years. He had long snow-white hair reaching to the floor.

"Who are you?"

Hearing the calm voice of the young man, the man drinking tea raised his eyebrow. He was a little surprised by this person's calm reaction.

"Young man, you are pretty calm."

The guy lying on the grass got up from his place and went into the arbor. After waiting for the invitation gesture, he sat down at an empty chair.

"I'm not young anymore," at these words the guy looked at his hands and opened his eyes widely. His surprise was somehow noticeable, but remembering that he was already dead and should not trample the earth, he calmed down.

'Since Heaven exists, I don't think there's anything more amazing,' he thought, taking a glass of tea that materialized out of thin air.

"125 years is only a drop in the ocean," the man shook his head. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm God."

"..." the younger didn't even raise an eyebrow at the recognition of a person before him. Thinking a little, he still expressed his suspicion. "God, who talks at the table with an ordinary person and drinks tea. I can not believe it."

The man smiled and, at a slow pace, explained everything that the one who arrived here should know.

As it turned out this man was one of the countless avatars of God. Their task was to select people who showed their best side and stood out among the masses. And although the young man in front of the avatar was quite unusual, but there is an incredible number of such people from different parts of the universe.

The young man nodded and showed an understanding expression. He didn't consider himself to be anything special, although in his youth it was the opposite. But he recognized that only through his perseverance and overcoming difficulties, he was able to achieve incredible heights in life and to tower above the others. It is a pity that his descendants didn't adopt his views on life and dishonored his inheritance.

Summing up, the avatar said, "So you'll be reborn, but you have the right to make a wish."

The guy looked at the man and shook his head, "I don't want to. Let me die or just erase my memories and let me start over."

The avatar opened his eyes widely, staring in surprise at the man in front of him. He could read minds, but did this only when he was bored and usually his aims were girls.

These avatars were infinitely many. With the passage of time, they became completely individual beings. This avatar did not know how other avatars would have reacted to this, but personally he was slightly angry.

"You're rude, aren't you?" closing his eyes and losing any positive opinion about this person, said the avatar.

"..." - the young man thought and nodded his head. "Sorry, I forgot my place", he apologized. Having become a man whom the whole world respected, he began to treat others as lower beings.

The avatar nodded, calming his anger. He had just offered the man a chance he could only dream of, but the mortal had set his terms as if someone owed him.

If there was some kind of hot-tempered avatar instead of him, the soul of this mortal would be burned at the Gates of Hell.

"Since you admitted your mistake, I'll forgive you", God opened his eyes and looked again at the man in front of him.

"Please accept my gratitude," the young man knew that he made a mistake, but he was not afraid. As a man who lived a lifetime full of different adventures, and once died, his fear was greatly dulled.

Avatar seeing the bow of a man, were satisfied, and its small residual dissatisfaction completely disappeared.

"That's fine. I won't ask where you want to be reborn because of a recent insult. I'll decide it for you", God saw all the memories of the mortal before him in no time. "Hmm..." he seems to have found something interesting in that memories.

The guy saw the smile on the lips of the avatar, and it made him wince. It seemed to him that even if he was forgiven for his rudeness earlier, the punishment would still descend on his head.

"It's exactly what it looks like", unexpectedly said avatar.

Oh... he can also read minds...

"I chose a world for you to go. What I want to do is pretty rude, so I'll give you one more small compensation."

"Do I know this world?" suggested the young man. He already understood that the world will be familiar to him. His guess was based on avatar's reaction.

The avatar did not answer his question and waved his hand. He was slightly disgusted with answering mortal questions that went beyond what was permitted. For man - the rebirth is already a great miracle and grace. And what is the saddest thing, the avatar liked this man who was sitting in front of him, because the other dead begin to breed panic, despite the fact that they were chosen by him.

"Make a wish, don't waste my time."

"... I want to be the strongest in this new world."

"No."

"... I wish for more wishes."

"..." the avatar with irritation hit the table with his palm, and the next second the young guy disappeared before him.

The avatar no longer paid attention to the mortal, completely forgetting about him.