1 DEATH , MEET GOD

my name is Ken. I lived an average life in Tokyo Japan without much ambition . if there was any quality in me , it would be that I was a 24 years old salaryman but a full otaku at the same time . dont confuse anything , I only worked at that shitty small company as a bottom clerk to keep appearances and funds for my otaku related stuff.

I was an orphan the whole life and tried to live a normal childhood with a dream for future . but life was unfair . because of our poor orphanage I could not afford any time or resources . I was an intelligent kid for my age so i also realised the cruel truth of the world at small age of 7 . the only good thing was the mother's love who run our orphanage . she loved and cared for all of us in the orphanage equally . this caused more lack of funds as being the nice mother she never never refused any children that somehow came to our doors .

when I was 8 I found a used old shonen jump magazine inside the offerings from public and that instantly hooked up with the world of manga . that was the start of my hard childhood of different part time jobs to buy manga and savings for when I left the orphanage in future. I left the orphanage to live alone for my otaku dream at age of 15 when I enrolled in the public high school in the city lying that it would reduce the consumption of resources of orphanage and experiencing life to the mother to appease her .

I rent the cheapest run down smallest apartment that I could find and started my time of high school and otaku while doing part time jobs. I never made any connections during my high school as I didn't have any spare time for anybody else . I found out that I had a knack for writing novels so , after I graduated high school and found a job at that shitty small company , used my free time after work and otaku stuff to write novels and published them with absolute secrecy so that I would not be bullied when found out . I knew that people liked to bully others more talented than themselves. these type of people were filled in my company who had no hope for future and started to find joy in others misfortune .

after 2 years of constant publishing i had hit off as my novels were selling like crazy . nobody knew anything about the author and could not find any information leading to me which I obviously took care of completely.

I didn't change my lifestyle at all and donated all the money to orphanages all over Japan hoping for good future possibilities for fellow orphans . I only told mother about me being the author so she could be proud of me and I trusted her fully . when I first told her she was proud of my act of donating money and cried hard everytime I went to see her to give money personally for some time . it felt good to be relied upon and I understood some feelings of mother who in time .

today , I was walking towards the candy shop near my apartment to buy some for the children in my orphanage when I saw a sick middle aged thin man wearing a white crossing the intersection without looking the sign which was red now . I saw a truck rushing on the road blowing the horn repeatedly but not slowing the speed at all in the direction of the middle age man . I sighed and rushed towards the man and grabbed him from the arm and threw him sideways which the recoil caused me to stumble on a small pebble on the road and falling down in the middle of the road . then the truck smashed into me and everything blacked out .

now I'm here in a room filled with gentle light sitting across a young man who introduced himself as God and told me something about my high karma points and reincarnation .