Für meinen Gott!

Charles Manor was a man known of many things. His intellect; since he was a child had the still growing, enormous curiousity towards everything. When he touched the topic of science, he absorbed everything he could about it.

At the age of 12, he won the international competition of Science Investigatory Project. His words spread about the importance and neglience about proper pesticides. Through the help of his knowledge about biotechnology, he developed a chemical compound or POISON capable of killing pests but not helpful insects like bees.

His achievements. Things like preventing the ozone layer degradation to a certain degree, somewhat slowing the Icebergs melting at the age of 26 by producing an entirely new tree species that specifically designed to take in more carbon dioxide than any tree, plus with the bonus of more oxygen production.

But the majority of his fame came from preaching and 'reaching out to the blind', was his description of gospel spreading. His sermons converted and saved a lot people. He used his intelligence to preach by watching famous preachers and applying how they take they draw the crowds attention, the correct tone, the correct words, the correct questions that provoke the mind to think and mull over his words. He was a devout believer of christianity.

All of that, would end today. He laid in the bed with ragged breathes.

*Beep* *beep*

The sounds of beeping coming from a machine resounded across in an all white room with labored breathes accompanying the continous beats. An old man who was about the years of 90 lay on the bed. '122... 122... Quite a short time indeed my Lord. It was as if years were mere flashes.' He thought as he recounted his life in service for his God. 'I have done my service in this mortal world, and now will pass the jordan river and see your face atlast, my Lord.'

He thought trembling with not fear nor pain, but with the thought of meeting his God with great joy. 'But first...' He slowly turned his head to his left where his family members sat. He opened his mouth, albeit slowly with difficulty. "I... A..." His uncompleted words were heard by his family members and were shocked but looked at him with full attention.

"I... I have... lived a... long life. I brought many.... to my Lord... I did good things... I shared... the light... named Jesus... Now... I pass... my duty... upon you... who are... behind me.... and go... I will cross the jordan... river... and meet my father. Spread the word... make Jesus shine upon this dark world... may you give... all you have to GOD... for he will repay with double... may you lay all on the altar... for him... may you repeat and surpass what I have... accomplished. Carry the light... go and preach the gospell... till there is no more night." He said, drawing faint breathes in between his phrases.

*Sniffle* *S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sniffle*

A sniffle from his grand-grand-grand-grandchild triggered a chain reaction of multiple cries. They didn't show it at first and tried to be happy for him finaly departing from this world (letting go of the hardships life throws at you) and meet their God.

"Be sure... to check my... room... I might ha-...ve somthing... there for.. all of you. A surprise."

They cried for him. They were sad. They were also happy because he spoke. His mouth took the shape of a bitter-sweet smile.

"Take... care-off... your... bodies... for it... is the... vessel and... temple of god. Do not weep long... for... me since... while I physically... die... my spirit... will only... arrive at my... father's side."

They wept and wept for minutes and finnaly calmed down. The waves on the monitor begin to decline as the old man's gasps for air strengthened. But as it did so, sharply declined.

... BEEP! Beep! Beep. beep. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

Silence fell, his breathes wasn't heard anymore, only a beeping that was continous, the waves turned flat, indicating he was dead.

Not only his family, not only the church as whole, but the whole world mourned for his death. He made several contributions in helping christianity blossom. But he also made several contributions to the world, helping african campains, donating to trash cleaning and tree planting communities and several more others with greater merit than the others mentioned.

Of course the world would wail with his death. He was a good man. More than the world thinked.

This continued for 4 days of mourning for his death, until, his eldest grandchild declared, "I'll check first what grandfather has in store for us."

So he went to his old mans room and rummaged through the room. He spotted a picture frame of him and his grand father along with his father in a field of dandelions. They were smilling brightly.

"Dandelions huh." The old mans grandson smiled and muttered. "Although you're gone, are still trying to comfort us." (A/n: From my knowledge dandelions symbolize growth, hope, and healing.)

He looked to his left and saw a picture book named "Old times". He stood up and walked towards the the shelf it was on that was filled with books not leaving a space behind for more. He remembered his grandfather once say, "This picture book is important to me because it reminds me of the old times." smiling brightly at him.

He picked the book the book and looked through it's contents. He stopped at a page where at the bottom said, "Look closely."

He was suprised at his find and started running through the picture book and saw another one, this time at the uppper left corner of the right page where the pages join, "Behind the book."

He closed the book and looked at it's back finding nothing. He tried a couple more times and gived up. He sighed. "What do you mean, grandfather?" He asked the void.

He stood up and walked to the shelf again, this time with the intention to replace the book in it's origin. He looked at the empty spot on the shelf and saw a thin line, thin enough to be not noticed if not looked at carefully.

"Behind the book." The words repeated in his mind as he sprunged towards the shelf with speed unlike his age of 80. He started to remove the book carefully and saw what was behind.

It was a drawer on the wall. The drawer had a small noticable nub on the right. He pushed the nub and it opened the drawer.

The drawer showed stacks of books. He picked one and saw the title to be "I don't really get it but I seemed to be reincarnated.".

He ingraved the title in his mind, sit down on a chair and opened his phone to search the book. He found it to be a manga. He started reading through the chapters.

Let's say he was shocked. He stood up from the chair and checked through the other books, which all were manga/manwha about reincarnation.

"Is this what you have said as a suprise grandfather?" He asked, surely shocked. His grandfather, was a man devoted to God and only God. But his collections of books hidden says the exacts completely different.

Meanwhile...

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As I said my last words, my 'consciousness' faded into black. I was 'awake' but my body was not

"Ahhhh!" I 'woke up' as I heared a muffled scream. I woke up in a dark place. a very dark place.

I saw nothing but black until a bright white light shone forwards of my direction.

I try to move my body towards the light but was unable to. I felt like I was being squeezed in thighs.

'It hurts!' I scream in my head. The squeezing pain felt like I was put inside the mariana trench.

"Ahhhhhh!" I heard another scream with the same voice earlier that woke me up. 'What?!' Saying i was condfused would be an understatement.

I move forward towards the light and I thought the light was the paradise called heaven but I was wrong. Very wrong in fact.

Light swallowed me whole. I open my eyes and see a red haired woman of exceptional beauty look down on me. Her chest heaving up and down with sweat slowly traveling down her face.

"My, don't you look cute?" The red haired woman asked me with a smile filled with homely warmth.

'Huh?'

"Congrats Ma'am. It's a healthy boy." Another woman of blonde hair wearing maid clothes announced.

'HUH?'

The door burst open and a man in his 20s with silver hair went inside the room. "How was the delivery?" He asked the maid. "It all went well. Sir." The woman wearing a maid outfit replied.

'HUH?!

'This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong! What is happening??????????!!!' I was having a mental breakdown. Even with intelligence, I could not comprehend what was happening.

"Uwahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried out. Clearly confused of what was happening.

"hhhhhh-" I passed out of pure shock and cofusion brought by the situation.