Prologue

In the spacious room of the old Japanese style, an old man was lying on a futon. His face was completely wrinkled and his hair was gray.

- Haaa ... Yu ... Yuchi .. ro ... - the old man was on one's last legs. His family was sitting next to him: children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The one he called was his great-grandson, Yuchiro, fifteen years old.

The boy went to his great-grandfather with a face full of tears.

"Yes, Oji-san ..."

Still continuing to stammer and breathe roughly, the old man said.

- Delete ... no ... throw haaa ... throw my computer ... laptop ... haa ... tablet and phone ... into the water ... do it ... destroy everything ...

Everyone was surprised. They looked at each other, not understanding why he needed it. Only Yuchiro knew the reason for such words, so he smiled.

- Yes, Oji-san!

And only after the promise of his great-grandson did the old man close his eyes ...

The family mourned him, but each of them knew that he had long been preparing to leave this world after his wife, but because of the promise he had to continue to live ... for 125 whole years ...

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On a high mountain, which was filled with all kinds of unknown herbs, trees, as well as small streams that flowed like dragon veins throughout the earth, gave this place a divine appearance.

One could see a young man of about 20 on the grass. Opening his eyes, the young man looked at the sky for a long time until he spoke.

"Still, I went to heaven?" - the timbre of his voice was steady and impassive, and his eyes expressed complete calmness. He quickly accepted the situation.

"You can take it that way."

A voice was heard somewhere in front of him. The guy got up and looked towards the sound source. In front of him was a gazebo, inside of which stood a snow-white table and two chairs. Behind one of these places was an incredibly handsome man of about 30 with long white hair all the way to the floor.

- Who are you?

From the young man's calm voice, the man who was drinking tea raised an eyebrow. He was slightly surprised at this calm reaction of this man.

"Young man, and you're pretty calm."

The guy lying on the grass got up from his seat and went to the table. After waiting for an invitation gesture, he sat down in an empty chair.

"I'm not young anymore." - on these words the guy looked at his hands and opened his eyes. His surprise was somehow noticeable, but remembering that he was already dead and should not stomp the earth, he calmed down.

"Since Heaven exists, I don't think there is anything more surprising," he thought, taking a glass of tea that materialized directly from the air.

- 125 years is a drop in the bucket. - the man shook his head. - I forgot to introduce myself. I'm God.

- ... - the young man did not even raise an eyebrow at the recognition of the person in front of him. Thinking a little, he nevertheless expressed his suspicion. - God who talks at the table with an ordinary person and drinks tea. I can't believe it.

The man smiled and at a slow pace explained everything that anyone who came here should know.

As it turned out, this man was an avatar of God and people like him countless. Their task was to select people who showed their best side and stood out among the masses. And although the young man in front of the avatar was unusual during his lifetime, there are an incredible amount of people like him from different parts of the universe.

The young man nodded and showed an understanding look. He did not consider himself special, although in his youth everything was the other way around. But he recognized that only thanks to his perseverance and overcoming difficulties, while rising above the others, he could achieve incredible heights in life. It is a pity that his descendants did not adopt his views on life and dismantled his entire state in pieces.

To summarize, the avatar said.

"Therefore, you will be reborn, but you have the right to ask me for a desire."

The guy looked at the man and shook his head.

- I do not want. Let me die or erase my memories and let me start over.

The avatar opened his eyes, staring in surprise at the man in front of him. He could read minds, but he did this only when he was bored and usually his goals were girls.

There were innumerable avatars themselves, as he said, and over time, they became individual beings. He did not know how other avatars would react to this, but the given words of a man before him did not appeal to him.

- You're rude, don't you? - covering his eyes and losing any positive opinion about this man, said the avatar.

"..." the young man thought and nodded his head. - Sorry, forgot. He apologized. Having become a man whom the whole world respected, he began to treat others as lower beings. And the fact that before him the avatar of God could not erase his habit of saying such words.

The avatar nodded, calming his anger. He had just offered the man a chance that you could only dream of, but this mortal set his conditions as if they owed him something. If in his place a fiery avatar, the soul of this mortal was in the Gates of Hades.

"Since you admitted your mistake, I will forgive you." - He opened his eyes and looked again at the man in front of him.

- Accept my thanks. - the young man knew that he had made a mistake, but he was not afraid. As a person who has lived a lifetime