1 Chapter 1 Impossible Task

Today is so nice, The Sun is shining, the birds are singing, arguably, most importantly I've got my company a business deal. They sell perfume I think, they change every few weeks so I can't really be sure unless I check.

I've seen how much money they've made last year, tens of millions and growing fast, they move fast and stick to products that people are willing to buy.

Very respectable, but their CEO is kind of questionable, their other qualities are pretty fine. My first impression was a kind hearted, hard working middle aged man. But I learned fast he was a kind hearted, hard working old man

Looking like a man in his thirties, not athletic but naturally thin and with a shaved beard. He looked fine.

Today's trip is the final nail for me to stamp out, some more details nothing important, I can just relax at that point and let my company start the production process.

I can rest afterwards.

It's been rough but it's finally getting better, all this work is worth a better future for our son.

Oh god what is that, I feel every inch of body burning. My muscles feel sore and most of body hurts, what did I go though and even if I had accident I wouldn't be in this much pain.

What did my car ram so hard I ended up in another world. Because if it did happen it's bullshit. Come on now, calm, it's fine as long as not dead my health is of lesser importance.

Forcing a look at my body, my suit is ripped and my bones show on one both my right leg and arm, ripped through them is a large panel of glass. Most of my body is bruised, and I have some wounds, pretty small but still I'm bleeding.

I feel dizzy, but relatively fine, my lungs is filled with something, ash or dust most likely. As painful as it is I'm not dead so better than nothing.

I can feel my hand get cut as I reach above me, I see a steel support jagged and rusting. I'm short, five foot seven. If I was any taller I'd be dead. Never thought I'd see the day I would like being short.

But the question is what had happened to me, where did my drivers ram me into? We were going down a pretty prosperous city. Not a lot of crime so no building should be this run down.

I try to call for help but mu voice is gone I feel immense pain even trying breathe afterward, but if I'm breathing obviously my lungs is fine for the time being. It might be detrimental to my health but as long as I'm alive, my lifespan getting cut by a decade is better than ending right here.

No I'm not fine my lungs were filled further than I thought it'd be, something probably leaked in besides the ash.

Breathing more carefully I crouch down and looking in the room I ended up in, the decorations are Spartan. Nearly no decorations, just a clock and a old phone on dresser. Besides just a bed and bookshelf filled with books.

But the phone it's way out of date, with current technology phones this old is actually more expensive as an antique.

I try out the bed but it's rough and uncomfortable, nothing I'd sleep on.

A large tumbling sound comes out. What was that? Looking careful outside the broken window that's literally Godzilla, I watched the movies and he's literally a gigantic, black, super radioactive dinosaur, he's not real.

But if it is real and it's looks is on point, it doesn't mean the movie's lore were correct. One shouldn't apply logic to something fundamentally illogical.

Still, even if I crashed into a old residential building, and passed out for a few hours I'd either dead or alive, seeing I'm alive he shouldn't be able to move fast enough.

Unless...

Moving slowly as to not agitate my lungs further I breathe in some air careful, thank god the ash or dust as fallen and it's better than it was, if the ash and dust hasn't settled I'd still have trouble breathing.

Looking down at my feet for an sharp objects, I try to move it but my foot has cuts all over it and stings when it's moved. I push on and avoid the glass shards, on the way I started looking for a larger piece and looking closely I found one.

My worse fears has come true, all of that progress, it's gone and I'm not in my body anymore. My face is bruised and the soreness of my body is increasing.

My eyes is dark green, his is grey, I'm short he's tall, he looks Asian and I'm European, I have blonde hair, he has black. The differences doesn't stop there but confirmed I wasn't in my body and probably in another location.

So was all of that worth it, the years of restless nights, if I were to lose it all due to me in a stranger body. Just listening to myself I'd say it's insane, I'm even talking to myself. This must be my Karma.

Well death comes for everyone at least dying by Godzilla is pretty cool.

In stranger body probably not even in America starting to die, yeah very cool. I can still live but if all my efforts since I was eighteen, almost a decade of effort was just broken by god ordained bad luck I've got nothing to lose. Especially since my family is fine.

And I can't help them but that's besides the point.

The point is at least I can brag about how I died where ever I end up. Abigail would care for Justin, my wife is smart women, even if I don't love her we both love our son.

If not ours by blood our bond is stronger than that, I something close to what I feel for my son, not fatherly love but love.

Still not enough that I would look for her, I had ended up is strangers body.

All signs point to that, the pain I experienced initially was me going in his body and I would have been in a suit, now looking at it, it was just a uniform a for a white collar worker.

This life is not worth it, if I truly had possessed body that had a family I would have chosen to live, I don't have his memories but the apartment I ended in was Spartan. Nothing unnecessary was their and he didn't seem to be close with anyone.

I hope, killing another man with happy life is the least I'd expect at the end of my life, I'd think when I'd die it'd in my bed, rather than in another person's home and body. It's fine they'd probably be better off dead because Godzilla is a thing that exists.

I pick up the sharpest tool I can find, but still I start rummaging around further in case I find a gun, I eventually I did. Placing it's muzzle point blank on my chest.

I pointing it at my heart and I try to pull but I can't I brace myself but the shot never came, the gun dropped out of my hand. This time I used both hands, both on the trigger, a shot rings out and I see red. I feel nothing and I shot myself, so I should be dead.

Heck maybe I'll go to Heaven as the after life is apparently real. I feel something, bloody, oh god I'm going to hell.

Or am I dead? I gain sight and smell as I wait for Angels to come and I see my body leaking blood and I tasted it it. It's blood alright.

I look where my body is but it's my original body just, without features.

But it's pure silence, I can't hear anything, just the sight of a depilated room with my body bleeding out and, I still look out of desperation.

What if the afterlife isn't real and I'd wander forever, just lost and looking for something I'd forget over century ago. What if that happens?

I look for anything but to no avail nothing is there, I check my body again and I move to see my chest gouged out and on it is a bony hand.

Squeezing heavily, trying to get it to beat again.

"Come on your not supposed to die! Why did you even kill yourself, I reincarnated you once but that was a favor and I am out of those from him!"

The only is his. His voice sounded angry and annoyed, very hoarse like a dead man talking, "Forget he's dead anyway, I only have desolate worlds devoid of life, sticking him anywhere will just end up with him dead again, I don't know why I try."

This voice changed to a mind boggling beautiful voice, it faded and when the bony hand retracted I can feel my whole body electrocuted, burning, what ever sensation to describe excruciating pain. Ten times more than when I initially experienced in my new body.

I move again and but at a snails pace, I come closer to the portal, the pain fades when I near. When I enter all the pain I had endured is gone.

My mind remained clear through the process, it's very painful but I feel refreshed, somehow?

Don't know how it feels to burn or be electrocuted heavily but the pain is probably similar.

Gaining my bearings I see an empty expanse of pure darkness, I don't know where that voice came from, it was terrible at first but the second voice was very pleasant.

Now seeing I'm basically dead and in a dark space, the first obvious conclusion was The Devil had come to reap my soul. And the second one is Jesus and had come to take my soul to Heaven.

It couldn't have been God because God is perfect, as described by The Bible and Jesus is described to have a warm voice, it couldn't have been like the sounded like a man who's throat has been stomped on.

I'm atheist but I believed if I had to believe in religion it be Christianity and seeing supernatural events, Christianity is probably true.

I had only read Paradise Lost which was probably not a representative literature of Christianity. Not that I know, I never paid attention in literature, preferring literally anything else even if it's a majority of my grade.

I'd still procrastinate, that project was the epitome of why school sucks, I learned more cramming over a few weeks than four years of college, graduate school was better. I even finished ahead of time.

I'd consider the time spent learning as two months, first month cramming everything from high school to middle school into a grown man. To the college exams that happened every end of the year which a week before I crammed a full week with basically no sleep, five to three hours a day.

The rest was actual school and memorizing good business tactics and how to start and manage a business. The weekends I had tutors to clue me in on actual good business tactics as they teach a lot but their isn't enough time to learn every trick.

Suddenly there's a flash of light blinding me when I came to my bearings I saw a child and my mother and father when they were younger. I saw them having sex.

Immediately trying to protect my eyes, it didn't work and my eyes were glued to screen. I'm not listening to this shit, he hasn't contacted me for two tears and the next sight of him is naked and banging my mom.

Not a good look, nothing... Eye searing appeared later, just basically that and a boring routine of eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, nothing interesting happened.

Watching day after day, week after week, I was born. It was weird because at this point my father still loved my mother. Ten months and I was born, I was small, thought to be malnourished but truth of matter is my whole family is just short, which is sad.

They named me Aaron, and proceeded to raise me, something was up as they treated me warmly rather than coldly.

Watching me play, I did things I'll deny till my death, but the only entrainment for me is here so I really don't have a option but to look, not that I had choice.

I had watched for so long I had lost track of time as I saw myself grow.

From a baby to two, from two to three, from three to four. And now five, I'm proud of myself, I was ahead of other children and learned well to stay away from my parents when they told myself, "Mommy is sick so daddy will take care of her."

I really appreciate me not questioning it, listening further on that day I heard a snapping noise, my father is nice so domestic abuse is out of character for this father weird.

My mother comes out of her room with a bruise on her arm, "Mommy accidently got hurt while Daddy treated her. So I'm going to the hospital for a bit."

I don't have any memory of this happening, my dad was a dick but he never hit my mother, watching on I heard them arguing it's weird, "Honey how did you get that bruise?" If I had a body it'd be shaking, evidently my mother was also surprised.

It's weird, I can't apply any type of logic. He was warm for me at the start, cold after I was five, losing a lot of money for racist views.

My Father wasn't a good one, he was just they're, invisible and giving money when we asked, he had several mistresses but that's later. At this point he should start going out with hookers, he doesn't love my Mother now so how is voice filled with so much love?

At the start it was vaguely warm, perhaps out of love for my mother. I heard my mother snapping and ready to start yelling.

I left, but why did I leave? Instead of listening to an argument that could give me answers, why did you leave to go play? I need answers damn it!

Calming down, I recognized being dead I was overreacting, if I can be angry than I still am human, it's fine, it's fine everything will turn out alright.

Watching past this things changed, Father was loving out of loving me instead of just my mother's beauty.

Mother was happier as result, the company when I was five didn't miraculously stop making money, good father didn't act stupid and taint his image.

But this good father, was caring, attentive and loving. Not traits my actual father had even when he loved my mother. But even if he wasn't my real dad, still I'd trade him for that jackass any day.

Watching on it became more apparent events started to spiral further, earlier events could be chalked up to my bad memory but my father is just a better man, he did better and people around him were better for it.

Losing interest but with nothing else in sight I watch further, my success, how loving they are and just how much better my life could have been.

This isn't me, when eight I was in elementary school, he's in middle school, when I was sixteen I was in Italy murdering guys apposing the company working for my grandfather of all people.

He sent me in after he noticed I was athletic and quick-witted, must have been me beating him at poker.

This me right now is almost in college, I only had Eugene that was apart of killing people with me, she worked with me until our crimes were discovered and she was sent to be executed. I had met Abigail later on, she was a widow and had adorable child which she both cared for.

I helped and met several times later, I had married her afterward out of pity, I was cold like my father was to me, just giving money to her until I found Justin cute and started caring more for him.

Abigail, I'm sorry if can hear me. I'm sorry I died, and Justin I sorry I died while not watching you grow up. I would be crying if I had eyes.

I was married at twenty-one and didn't love who I married, the one that worked with me, she I truly loved Eugene... She wasn't a dog to point to when all else failed, but a girl who I hoped would be normal.

She died for our continued success, but this time living, in this life she went to the same college as I and fell in love with me.

I guess I would pin those changes on Father but my grandfather was who she worked for, he acted the same just lovingly. I doubt he could change so much as to make my ass of a grandfather care.

Yet my success was instant, managing not as well as me but better than I ever could ever at twenty-two.

I barely made any profit before twenty-four and I had cut even at that point, I had another year before and real revenue made way into our company and when I was on the verge of great success, death instantly.

He had made money on the third day, breaking even, after that he started generating large amounting of revenue through his stable business choices. I had to risk it every time the first few years to wade through all out debt.

He instead was having parties and living happily. I would've had basically the same life if I had lived.

It turned off in the middle of him making love to Eugene. While I just sat there, silent and envious at his good luck. I have no more love for her but just jealous at the chance he had.

"So, sorry about a lot of things but mainly for killing you, and leaving you here without explanation for killing you." His voice was fresh.

"I had tried to help but I kind of ran out of ways help after reincarnating you." His voice changed to harsh and coarse like desert wind.

"About killing you, I messed with The God of Fates and The Transcendent of Fates." It was back to pleasant like a Spring Breeze.

I tried to speak but I can't, "Oh right you can't talk, here." I feel a connection it's dizzying but I feel my feet on solid ground and in a coffee shop devoid of life operated by machines.

"Yeah so sorry about that, I really am. I thought you wouldn't survive outside your body, especially not in your home world." It doesn't make it better.

Looking at him, on his right face it's beautiful, no word can describe him, he's just godly, while on the other side is just bones yet it connects and is moving.

I feel pain when my face is slapped, "I should shift my face." I hear the beautiful voice as he is completely bone in fashionable clothing.

Tight fitting jeans, a beanie, glasses whatever popular kids wear as he ages back to seemingly, fifteen? I can't judge literal bones, and this point I've abandoned my logic.

"So, why did I die again?" Nodding his understandingly he answers, "The fates of people when messed up leads to problems among our dimension basic rules which is time, space, and soul." His voice is back to being hoarse.

"Care to explain why I'd die from it?" A robot came and served him coffee as he took a long sip he placed it down, "You want the long version or short version." His voice is still hoarse, and it isn't swapping every few sentences anymore.

I wrinkle my brows at this but continue, "The short version please." Nodding his head he continues, "Well fates are like cards in a deck of cards, every card is timeline where peoples fates are set, if changed their swapped."

"So by shifting someone else's fate I exchanged yours, the kind man was now the corrupt old man who loved, sex and money."

I take a deep breathe I as I feel animosity rising up, "So your point!" Flinching I correct myself after I feel his eyes on me, "Sorry I didn't mean to raise my voice. But your point is that my life sucked and my original life was that life. That life you swapped my good father with my shitty old man."

Going back to sipping his coffee he continues, "Pretty much, yes. But I swapped your grandfather, as compensation you can be a Doom."

A box a donuts was brought here, the robot that brought it left and he opens it, taking one eating as he talks, "The man that I swapped your fate, he was like you, well he is you."

Taking one myself I follow him, "Why did you swap my fate?" Placing the cup of coffee down he flagged for another one, "And what is a Doom?"

He sips his new cup of coffee before answering, "It was an accident I had only discovered after I couldn't do anything about it. Each Doom is the shortening of Doomsday which is their official name, they do what it's namesake is, cause doomsday."

Is this a recruitment drive? "So what do I get if become a Doomsday?" He stays silent.

I feel my body rise in anger but I quell it in case he has better answer for me, "So what you're saying is that I would have had good parents and a good life but it was swapped without my permission! Because you basically got drunk and flipped it over!"

"Am I correct?" Nodding his head like fucking bastard, "Yes, basically." I feel my body roar up in anger and I rise up but I returned rationality.

"So can I return to my original timeline?" Shaking his head he drinks more coffee, "No, but you can be a Doom."

As a business man working as favor is fine, but working for nothing, this is a matter of, of something, I just can't pin point it because honor is worthless!

"So about those rewards?" Taking another donut he started talking, "Many things, bodies, techniques, magic, talents, strengthening, various items."

That's it? This like a fucking Chinese Cartoon, I don't even watch those and I know this situation is ass, "So I work to get points that allows me to work better, for you. My payment is equal to stock in the company I working at except I don't earn anything from it."

He nods his head, "No, you can live again, even if it's my fault I do have to pay a large cost to revive someone, you can live again if you accept position as a Doom."

Forcing myself to stay calm I contemplate but stop after a realization, "Did you kill me just to recruit me?"

He frowns at this, "No." He seems nervous but he's probably he must be god so it must be a trick to incite sympathy, "Well still no, fuck off! I'd rather truly die, instead of a employee at dead end job that literally doesn't pay! I had a child and that was ruined, only thing worth living for and what happened!"

"Death just crawled and snatched everything out from me, just, to, work for him!

He contemplates for moment but stops, "Really after all isn't death scary?" Oh right he is god but he can throw me into a apocalyptic world but I can just off myself.

I still frown at how painful it would be, "No, it's painful, and with the choice I can off myself with less pain than actual deaths in those worlds. But if you want me as employee actually pay me. Plus your Death and your just bones."

Pausing but, "Ok, if I move you back to your timeline after say a hundred worlds will that be fine?" That's a deal I can accept, "Alright."

Standing up he moves to leave, "I'll see what I can do, but if that's it can I send you on your way now?" I still have a few questions left, "A few more questions, if that's fine with you?"

Sitting back down with another cup of coffee in his hand he nods, "Ok, first question, where are we?" Sipping his coffee he answers, "My world."

"Second question, how can you eat with just being skeleton?" Shrugging, somehow, "I don't know I'm as I said a god of ends not a medicine god nor am I a anatomy god."

"Third question, what god are you?" Stopping after his cup is emptied, "A God of Ends, or more commonly referred to as a God of Apocalypses."

So that's what he means, he owns worlds and they're all post apocalyptic so where ever I go I'm going to die.

"Final question, why did you recruit me? I'm business man if you want someone to wreck havoc just conscript Hitler, Stalin, whoever had bloody regime, if that's what you want just do that."

There's a long pause and sigh before he talked, "Well I'm lonely, and I would rather have a person driven to this rather than person that chose this. I haven't talked to anyone for over twenty thousand years. And your the first I saw that was normal."

Hasn't civilization existed less than twenty thousand years? Stupid question our civilization didn't have to start before other civilizations in other universes.

Crazy as that was, it did answer most of my question, even if untrustworthy what is my other option, "Alright let's go." Nodding his head I'm soon in the black space I was initially in. I'm alone without that god bothering me.

Nothing special is here just, "Hey I'm here." When the time I'd take to blink he appeared, half bone, half flesh. If his reason was he lonely, than fine, "Hey, can you guide me through this?"

A perfect hand reached out and touched something, it retracted and where he tapped there is now a screen. "Sorry but I worry I might influence on your decisions, so I will talk to you but I won't be inputting my opinions on your first mission."

I try to squint but as I have no body I can't. Moving to look closer on the screen and on it is blocks of text, 'We are Doomsday, soldiers of The Forbidden One, we claims worlds and destroy them in the name of our lord. We destroy them and generate End energy, it's used to manifest things natives regard as things capable of ending the world.'

'Each day we kill many worlds, tighten your mind and kill so many to fill oceans with their bodies. Crash civilization, tempt corrupt men, kill and slaughter in the name our lord! Each world dead is the closer our lord is to perfection. So do what our lord needs, slaughter worlds to aid our lord!'

After this line I took break, really what did I sign up for?

But if I didn't sign a pact with basically The Devil as demon than I'd be dead, so better them all rather than me.

I don't have body but I somehow open up the rectangular menu, I open the first panel out of seven, the first occupying half of the space on top while the others divide up the remaining space equally.

On it is bars which takes up all the space with seemingly endless scroller doing down the list of items. Each of them displays names of various worlds, difficulties in stars, following it is skulls and after skulls is a hexagon that surrounds a hollows six point star.

I assume that represent Supernovas.

Inside it is pulsating glow, seeing how obvious the sign of not for newbies, is I shied away from any one of those, looking through the worlds, some had magic.

Some were straight up Chinese Cartoon plots, some others had supernatural abilities and Eastern mysticism, others were cultivation that was, cultivate hard to use martial skills to kill your opponent.

A more detailed was guide there and on it is what each thing meant, I skimmed some pages about stars and looked at what skulls were, they were real worlds with a possibility of existing.

One skull represents a world that is blatantly supernatural without any hidden forces. They're all in plain sight but they're different from stars.

They're real worlds I'm adventuring into, stars are supposedly a story granted enough to faith to exist. Each viewer aware of it, even the faith granted is from knowing it exists, a small amount each person, it's enough to push it into existence.

Opening up a One Skull World, it gives a small description, it says you keep your body if you live, and either way you can change an item that you didn't buy into a item you can bring with you even if you fail or die.

This One Skull World was called Oythan, a planet which gods abandoned and magic is widespread, they're classified by talents. The darker the color the better, if it's vibrant, low talent, if it's messy, mediocre talent.

Blackish, great talent, and Black, the best talent. The objective for me is to end the world's magical development, plunging them into dark ages or kill every sentient life form.

I can choose a character or use one of my bodies, I don't have one so I can only choose the characters, they're just minor nobles. Mediocre talent in magic for most of them.

The rest are terrible in magic, but I'll choose one that's pretty rich, he's a low grade talent but magic doesn't matter to nobility, yeah a mage can kill hundreds, but hundred of thousands.

Not really, and also collapsing the magic industry with money is easier, I wasn't the best in business but I still did good, I haven't experienced magic so I should play it safe and stick to what I know.

Clicking enter I was gone, the black space around me is now not there and instead of the hollow despair of The Black Space, I'm instead in a carriage going faster than any car. Looking forward at cliff, ok I can see why this is hard.