Reborn

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"So this is the end, huh?" Jason's voice trembles as he gazes at the sky, his eyes bloodied, surrounded by a cacophony of screams and frantic calls to 911. He had just been struck by a car while heroically saving a child from certain harm.

Despite the pain coursing through his body, Jason manages a weak smile. "Well, I guess this beats going home empty-handed after my dream was shattered," he mutters, his attempt at laughter interrupted by a fit of coughing, blood staining his lips.

Clutching his painting tightly to his chest, Jason reflects on his tumultuous journey. Born to an American father and an Asian mother, his childhood was marred by tragedy. His father disappeared before he was born, leaving his mother to raise him alone. She was his anchor, his guiding light in a world overshadowed by loss and abandonment.

His mother, an artist herself, introduced Jason to the world of painting at a young age. He found solace and purpose in art, his brush becoming his voice in a world where words often failed him. But tragedy struck once again when his mother died in a car accident when he was just ten years old, leaving him orphaned and adrift in a sea of grief.

Fueled by his memories of his mother and driven by a burning desire to honor her legacy, Jason dedicated himself to his craft. For twenty long years, he poured his heart and soul into a single masterpiece – a painting that would serve as a tribute to his mother's memory and a testament to his own resilience.

But the road to artistic greatness was fraught with obstacles. Critics dismissed his work as derivative and uninspired, his peers scoffed at his lofty ambitions, and his own doubts threatened to consume him. Yet, through it all, Jason persevered, fueled by the belief that his art had the power to transcend mere paint and canvas.

Yet, amidst his despair, he found the strength to act when a child's life hung in the balance. In his final moments, he chose selflessness over bitterness, hoping for a reunion with his beloved mother in whatever comes next.

As the world around him fades into darkness, Jason's thoughts turn to his mother. He imagines her smiling down at him from above, her gentle voice whispering words of comfort and reassurance. With a final, labored breath, Jason closes his eyes, his hand clutching the painting that had been his lifeline, his legacy, and his greatest achievement.

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In a chamber aglow with golden light, a regal figure lounges upon a dazzling throne, a picture of serenity amidst the opulence.

Lying on a crimson carpet before her, a man stirs from slumber, his rugged features softened by a hint of vulnerability. As he takes in his surroundings with a mix of astonishment and apprehension, a melodic voice cuts through the silence.

"Welcome, Jason," the woman on the throne addresses him, her demeanor a blend of amusement and intrigue.

Jason's gaze meets hers, and he is taken aback by her radiant beauty.

The woman is a vision of divine beauty, her features sculpted with ethereal perfection. Her skin glows with an iridescent luminosity, casting a soft, celestial glow upon the chamber. Long, flowing locks of golden hair cascade down her back like strands of liquid sunlight, framing a face adorned with eyes that shimmer with wisdom and compassion.

Her form is statuesque, her figure possessing an allure that is both powerful and enchanting. She sits upon the throne with effortless grace, her posture regal and commanding. Clad in robes of shimmering fabric that seem to shimmer with every movement, she exudes an air of majesty and authority.

Yet, despite her divine presence, there is a warmth in her gaze, a kindness that belies her celestial nature. As she addresses Jason, her voice carries a melodic quality, soothing and reassuring like the gentle caress of a summer breeze.

"What do you want from me?" I ask already knowing what kind of situation this is thanks to the novels I read about a man going to a different dimension because of a R.O.B.

"I need a painting of myself" The R.O.B says going straight to the point not wanting to waste anytime.

"well you met the wrong man, according to the critics i'm the worst type of guy you can pick" he says as he drops all formalities with the woman thinking she wouldn't be one to do the same.

"And why would i need mere mortals to judge my work" She says with a bit of disgust in her tone which Jason find offensive but doesn't say anything cause he knows what she said is right.

"I Chose you because of your patience when coming to painting and your love and skills" The woman says as she stretches her hand only for Jason painting to appear on her hand.

"If I bring this painting to the divine beings they are going to start questioning me where to find you, that is how good this painting is" She says as she stands up and walks to the wall of the room where she hangs the painting.

"So you want me to stay here while I paint you?" Jason asks, feeling both proud and happy that his painting is actually worth something and that gods will actually fight for it.

"No, my lovely Jason," she says as she walks right over to Jason, slowly pacing her steps, and stops right in front of him.

"I can't let you stay here just painting my picture all day, that wouldn't be fair," she says as she brings her hand to Jason's chin, making him face her.

"I'm going to send you to the world of my choosing as a reward for painting my picture, and I am sure you will like that world too," she says while Jason is still captivated by her beauty.

"Ok, but this world, is it dangerous?" Jason asks, not willing to die again.

"It is, but I will give you powers to survive there, and I'm sure you will like it," she says as she lets go of his chin and walks back to her throne.

"But how will I remember this place? I've only been here for 30 minutes," Jason says as he tries to find out why he feels something is off.

"It will be etched in your memory, along with another thing that I want you to give to someone. She is my favorite person in the world you are going to," she says as she sits back in her throne, crossing her legs.

"And what if I don't want to give her?" He says, not sure why he even said that.

"You're going to like her, trust me on this one," she says as she waves her arm and a portal manifests right in front of Jason.

"Wait, what about my appearance and memories?" Jason asks as he tries to understand everything before he is sent into the unknown.

"Well, I'm choosing the appearance myself, and you won't remember your past life, only retain memories of the world you are going to, except the characters," she explains, not wanting to explain more as she telepathically pushes him through the portal.

Before Jason could say anything, he was suddenly engulfed in darkness, and his eyes were closing due to the sleepiness he felt.

'Fucking b-'

Those were the last words he said before he was put to sleep as the darkness covered his whole body entirely.