Marvel: A God's Journey.

Death ... is a strange feeling, no, more specifically, not-existing is a strange feeling, it is the same as if I was unconscious for an unlimited period of time before I woke up again, and while the feeling was not pleasant, I currently think that it is better than dealing with my previous situation, I mean by that my death, I've died.

Thinking about it now I think it was possible for me to avoid it, or maybe it wasn't possible ... Let's talk about exactly how I died, shall we?

First, my previous name was Michael Masters, I was a 27 years old man, an employee in a programming and games industry company, I was a new employee for one year ago, but my friend who I made at work told me that my future in This company was very promising, which I consider compliment.

There was only one problem, it seemed that my boss, a pretty blond woman in my age who seemed oddly familiar, her name was Rebecca, she hated me for some unknown reason, and I also came to hate her.

She was always late to work, and she always gave me extra work to be late too, and every time I looked at her I would see her staring at me in a hard way, if I didn't know that she was enjoying my torture, I would have thought that she had a crush on me.

It was then that I decided to go to a cafe near the company before work. I sipped a cup of coffee and naively crossed the road, and even when the light was red, this did not prevent some stupid person in a red sport car from speeding towards me and sending my body flying across the street.

I was lying on the ground, with broken bones and blurry vision and holes in many places, maybe I was injured in my skull too, I was hoping to lose consciousness or die quickly - but the intense pain that covered every part of my feeling kept me strangely focused. Before I knew it, people gathered in a circle around me which prevented me from knowing if the person who hit me was still here or fled.

Someone, a woman, approached me and started talking to me, asking me to stay with her and that the ambulance is coming on the way.

I would have liked to tell a joke that the ambulance did not come until it was too late, but when i tried to speak, i suffocated in my blood, which caused her panic.

Noticing the anxiety and fear in her voice, I gathered enough consciousness to focus on seeing her ... She was my boss.

While I was wondering why she seemed really worried about me, realization hit me so late, I finally knew why she looked familiar, she was at that time looking very different but I'm sure she did her second high school with me, at that time she wasn't really pretty so no wonder I did not recognize her.

I remember being a dick to her a lot at the time, no wonder she hates me.

Before I knew it, I was overwhelmed by the urge to sleep and I couldn't resist that urge, but immediately after that I found myself here.

Where exactly is here? A totally strange room to me, with a lot of gold decorations, fancy animal toys, and very soft and comfortable pillows, but most importantly, I'm now in the body of a baby.

And I assume that I only reach a few days because of my inability to move any limb efficiently. Yes, my assumption is that my muscular memory is non-existent.

I have reincarnated, I was not unaware of this subject thanks to all the novels and fanfics from my previous life, but I will not lie when I say that I need some time to accept this.

Well, maybe I don't need to worry about my family, as much as I concern about it because I was a big disappointment to them, they will mourn my death, but not for long, luckily I have saved almost all of my money from my multi-year career, hoping that they can use This money to make their lives a little easier.

I didn't have any wife or children, but I'm sure my ex-girlfriend will claim that my death was a result of karma, because I didn't care for her the way she wanted.

I wish I could speak with my boss a little, only to apologize for being a bad person with her before. I did not want to die without anyone by my side, and she fulfilled my last wish.

In any case, it would be wise for me to make some noise, and draw the attention of my new parents. I may not be able to communicate but I can certainly recognize my place by knowing the language.

I screamed moderately, not wanting to hurt my throat before it were fully mature.

After only a few seconds, I heard the sound of the door, and a beautiful woman with black hair came to me and held me in her hands.

"Are you hungry, honey?" She said to me while she started swinging me in her arms for a while, perhaps to make me realize that I shouldn't shout, upon seeing her soft smile and her happiness when she saw me, I relaxed a little.

Suddenly, a realization struck me that this woman did not speak any of the languages ​​that I had learned, namely English, French and Arabic, so it made no sense that I could understand her language, which was unlike any language I had heard before.

Before I could even panic, this woman, whom I must start calling mom, took her breast out and put it in my mouth.

I was about to spit it out when I got really hungry, no matter how humiliating it was to be treated as a baby even if I'm a grown man, I'm an infant and I need to be fed!