1 Foreword:reincarnation

The world wasn't fair, I knew it since I was a little kid, and that no matter how hard you tried it would never change, the only thing you can do is adapt and work with it if you want to survive.

I suppose you will wonder who exactly I am and why I am telling you this, I suppose the best way to start would be by telling you how I started my life or rather how I ended, my name was Damien Petrov, a high school student, 18 years old, born of an Irish mother and Russian father besides being born and raised in England, my appearance was normal, with blond hair and dark brown eyes, almost black and with a height a little short to the average

that common day without standing out more than any other except that it was a rainy day, since the rain woke up, something strange had not stopped falling on the city considering that it was the middle of July

That day I found myself in a valid land, and the soil on the ground turned to mud as the water touched it, muddying everything.

"You fucking son of a bitch, I'll kill you!" shouted a child with a bloody face and all covered that could barely stand up and charged against the person in front of him, the next moment a huge subject perhaps two meters high stood in his way, the beaten child pointed out that at the moment next the hit the boy was on the ground drowning in his blood

and no I wasn't the guy on the ground trying to breathe I was ...

"Dear Simon, this is the third month in a row that you cannot pay your debt" I said as I watched the whole spectacle of how my gorillas beat the captain of the rugby team, I snapped my fingers at what the two great men took him by the shoulders and picked it up "He asked how much is this piece of shit owed"

There were 6 people next to me, me, my two thugs and my called accountant, he was a boy from my class, small with thick glasses in his eyes and with a weasel face, he was the living stereotype of the Jew who loves money and although not he's racist, he realized the little bastard loved him

"The debt after the last game last night went up to £ 6,000," Caleb said, checking his notebook.

"I'll have your money in a few days," Simon had screamed, barely conscious.

He was tired of hearing the same triumphant response every time he collected people's debts, but it wasn't my fault that we were in this situation, it was his and his insatiable taste for the game.

"But anyway, that day I didn't feel like anything so I decided to quit

"You have three days or else. Drew and Magnus will throw you in a truck" I threatened to just leave, leaving the boy on the ground. I had started to walk back to my house on the way we stopped at a stop waiting until the cars passed and in order to continue on my way, the destination can be something curious or ironic, do not believe it since it is due to an act of God or karma, since at one point I was looking at my phone and on the way to a food truck, the reason why idiot Simon had somehow mustered up enough strength to be able to get up and run here, he The last I remember before everything turned black were the scared faces of my accountant, that of the gorillas and the face of Simon desperate

I don't know what happened next, but everything went black for several minutes, maybe hours, the next thing I felt after that was falling, just the feeling of falling

I wondered for a moment if I was falling into hell, I had thought that the trip would be brighter or noisier but everything was happening with an embracing tranquility one that would drive the sanest person crazy luckily For me I was not so sane to begin with

I counted the seconds until they turned, the minutes turned hours and the hours days until a week passed, after that I stopped falling and lost consciousness, by the time I woke up I found myself submerged in what I thought was water in the dark but this if I could hear something, the voices of people

I did not know what was happening but if I was sure of something at that time, I was going to kill someone for this