Reincarnation with a twist and SC shop.

Interestingly enough, I didn't really believe in reincarnation, until it really happened to me.

I hoped that it exists, and it was exhilarating when it really happened.

As my life was being watched, I was told to wait.

" Oh, you might need to wait day or two, as it takes a day or two to watch your life and decide the next course of actions. " I was being told by a voice, that I talked to for couple of minutes before asking how long would I be here, and what is this situation.

I won't be lying, if I would be telling you, that it was a surreal and surprising experience.

Everywhere around me, I could see glass, while someone was always behind it, and was blurred to an unrecognizable degree, and there were people everywhere I looked.

Some were angry, looking at their attempts at breaking the glass, some were just laying on the glass floor. One of them, right beside my glass box, was making pushups without stopping.

As he was not stopping for a long time, I decided to try and entertain myself with some physical activities.

Doing pushups, I was pleasantly surprised that it was not tiring, unlike previously.

So, as a person who always wanted to be fit, I began doing pushups, squats, stretches, running, and so on.

And as it was not tiring, I managed to do a lot of each exercise.

As time passed, I managed to do a pushup with my weight on my hands, while my legs were on the wall.

It would've been impossible, if not for such incredible possibilities of this place.

I don't really know, how many hours I spent on it, but I obviously made a couple of breaks in-between.

And then it dawned on me.

I spent a lot of time in here, It was definitely more then a day or two, so I tried talking to the voice from before, but nothing happened.

After Numerous attempts at it, and a lot of time spent on useless thoughts, I decided to go and distract myself be concentrating on my body's response to physical activity.

It was the only thing that I could do here. There were no one to talk to, nothing to listen to, nothing else to do, except go ham or go wild.

So, I've gone the way of distraction. The way that would let me stay in good spirit, unlike an endless depressing thoughts about the future.

As time passed, It was not surprising, that I began to go a little bit crazy, and managed to distract myself by feeling something.

At first it was muscle and fitness training, then it was attempts at destroying the glass, and after all that, it was pleasuring...

Ok, let's stop here.

This is not the point.

The point is, I spent a lot of time, alone, with undying body that didn't feel tiredness.

A lot of time. After some time, I noticed that people around me began to disappear, as they were the only way that I kept some interaction. It was hard, but we all were trapped here. So, many things happened that were best not told to anyone.

Even a blur better then nothing.

And even though it was a hand interaction, it was not enough. At some point, I noticed that I had changed. In body and in mind.

I was much more irritable, much more fit, and much less vocal about anything.

I barely made any sounds. Voice was absolutely unnecessary in here. It only made it impossible to not think about being free.

After a while, as people kept disappearing, albeit slow, hope reappeared inside me.

And it didn't disappoint me

" After reviewing your life, it was decided that you will be reincarnated. " I heard a voice, but before I could do anything, I felt myself unable to move, and then blacked out.

As I was slowly opening my eyes, I could see a ceiling.

A CEILING!!!

Shouldn't my memories be erased after reincarnation?

I don't know, maybe it was a lie about memory erasure. I don't really care.

What I care, is that I am finally out of that shit hole.

And as I was getting ready to get up, I understood that I was not the one in control.

I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, I couldn't close my eyes.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, I heard door creaking open and someone entered the room.

" Get up, and eat your breakfast" Came the raspy voice, as I heard *Thud* near me.

Uncontrollably, my head turned to the side and a voice came out from my mouth " Thank you"

My voice was childish, very quiet, and barely discernible.

As my eyes moved to look at the food, I heard steps moving out of the room and a voice telling me to eat and get down the stairs to work.

Without any hurry, I took the tough piece of bread, and softened it inside the skinny soup that I was provided with.

No memories came to me, no context. Nothing.

As I was unable to move the body on my own, and any attempts were useless, I decided to try again later, while trying to understand what is this body's situation.

Looking at the food and the room, I noticed that it was very small room with angled ceiling and all wooden interior.

As bread got softer in the hot soup, I proceeded to eat it slowly. While chewing on it, I straightened old, worn out bedsheets made out of rough material, and sat on the floor.

As I sat on the floor, my body began moving in nonsensical ways, at pretty rapid pace. At some point, my hand was all stretched behind my back, touching my asscheeks. At another, I could see my ass, as I turned my spine 180 degrees and almost slammed my nose right into it.

And these were the least wild ones.

Ever heard about people with three joints on fingers?

Yes, I had these, just like unusual flexibility.

After this crazy 1-minute 'epileptic dance', I sat back normally and began eating the rest of the food, without looking or turning to it. All the time eating, I spent looking on old, crooked bed, that I previously lied on.

As food was over, I noticed that I was taking food from behind my back. That honestly surprised me.

Even though I attempted to bite off my fingers in the glass room, I was invincible in there. As for this body, it was not only looking very thin, it also had enough strength to take things directly from it's back.

And let me tell you, after all the time I spent in the room of doom, I couldn't get even close to this flexibility. It was absolutely incredible.

As I was amazed and surprised at it, I didn't notice how I moved out of the room and approached the old, I would even say ancient sewing machine.

Fully mechanical, made out of metal and very sturdy looking.

Is this child labor facility?

What is going on?

Next few days went just like that. I tried to do anything on my own, by using my thoughts and brain.

Sadly, I came to a conclusion that it was futile and decided to pay more attention to the surroundings and myself.

Weeks passed, winter arrived.

And with winter came the problem.

I was getting crazier. I began hearing sounds, my vision was getting blurry from time to time, I even saw flashes of light and distorted silhouettes.

I could've used ghosts as an excuse, if I would see a ghost and not some visual and audible noise.

As weeks passed, and winter was ever more freezing, I felt the shockwave, as my body was sent flailing across the street, right through the window and into the light pole, making my landing that much worse.

As one of the eyes was getting covered by the blood, the other could see everything perfectly. And it was some unreal stuff.

I could see how the explosion happened, and a person responsible for that. It was a man wearing a mask, shooting lightning out of a stick, throwing stuff at other people that were doing the same.

It all looked too much like some Wizard-Magic stuff. And if I wouldn't have reincarnated, I would never ever believed it.

And yes, I couldn't move.

My head was thankfully turned the right way, where I could finally see my whole body.

I was a very slim and young boy, I don't know how old, but definitely very young.

As my eyelids closed, and my consciousness was fading, I heard people's voices about healing and making everyone forget what they saw.

As I woke up, the first thing I saw was greyish ceiling, definitely not made out of wood.

As my eyes were open, I heard someone call the doctor.

Next few weeks were spent on healing and listening to surprised people, who barely could believe that bI survived.

Yeah, I too was surprised and happy. Both of us.

It seems that the name of the boy is Josh, and he was 3 years old.

Yes, somehow, at three years old he was big enough to work illegally.

The boy, Josh, only remembered sleeping, working, and shitting.

And after some time, he was diagnosed with a brain damage... And my thoughts were that I am that brain damage.

Sadly, no one would be able to enjoy my sense of humor. Even I don't enjoy it.

Well, sadly I still was trapped inside, and now I was inside a boy with a lot of broken bones.

" Congratulations on surviving the impossible! " Came the loud voice, like in those comedian shows, where they don't expect an answer.

" As a gift for surviving the impossible, it was deemed fit to give you a present! " The voice continued, as I couldn't do anything and just listen.

" And as randomly chosen gift you get... "

" A random shop type access!"

" Now, let's see what you could buy! "

* Ding ding ding!*

" Congratulations!!"

" You can access StarCraft world's equipment! "

" Anything from a Terran and Protoss armory"

" Restricted to personal use, any distribution is forbidden. " Voice finished, and stopped with a *pop* sounds.

" What was that? " I said out loud, as I suddenly, for a second, managed to talk.

In the process of our body healing, I understood that I could partially interact with outside world, when Josh isn't in his right mind.

Yes.

I seem to be his second personality.

And it is uncomfortable, to say the least.

First of all, I am always awake, when he is in control.

Secondly, it would be one heck of a troublesome life.

And lastly, Wizards are real, and kid who saw them and survived, has his memories intact.

As for the shop thing? Let's say it is hilariously biased.

And it shouldn't even be called a shop. It's achievements, or unlock screen.

It's prices were actually just tasks, quests, or achievements.

Do they think I'm stupid? Isn't it just a system in disguise? Do they think I'm a small child?

Oh.

Wait.

Was it supposed to be his shop?

Then this is not really surprising.

The problem is, he can't see it. And I heard the voice from before, checking on him several times.

It seems that on the other side, they are aware that something is wrong, but they don't know what.

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