Chapter 2: HOPELESS SOUL

Oh yes, I transmigrated into another life as Rick Venaton and into a society of secret stuff and other stuff I shouldn't have messed with.

We got into multiple wars and all that led to a very sorry point.....

As if the battle wasn't as hard, Rick found it hard to move his body, probably an effect from using the Soul orb whatever.

At least he could still....

SPLOOOSH!

"Arrrrgggh!!!" Rick's eyes began to bulge violently as his blood began to rush from the opening in his body, it occured faster than his mind could process.

His breath began to shudder and his body started to dissuade in strength quickly.

This feeling was similar to when he died first.

"What..... Am I.... Dying...." Rick managed to mutter at his heavy uncomfortable breath glaring at the sky with a awkward look.

"Hahaha! Man, Rick Venaton? You are actually full of surprises!"

Suspended in the air in a motionless state was Marko Devon laughing at him and holding in his hands a revolver which praised the air with smoke.

That meant it was just fired at him.

'This bastard, psychopath!'

Rick tried to move, however his body opposed with jerks and more blood gurgling out of his impaled gut and mouth hole.

Rick didn't need any more clues to figure this was the same person that killed the original user of the body and now him.

Walking into the trap of a murderer so easily and getting fooled. This hurt Rick more than anything.

'All I did was try to be me.... Why do I.... I can't even get revenge or justice for poor Rick and I am dying at the hands of the same man.....'

Rick increased his pressure to move his arm to do anything to help his situation but had an opposition of equal volume.

"You don't look confused or anything bastard!" Marko aimed his revolver at Rick's head grinning wide to enthrall his mad emotions.

"Before I kill you I would like to say a few words," Marko leaned his head foward a little gazing dearly into Rick's eyes.

"Laura will forget you, she will be with me forever! I didn't know how you came back the first time I killed you but this time I would load as many as I am into your skull!"

'What the fuck is this predicament Rick.... Am I seriously going to die because..... Because of a girl I never liked....'

"B-a-a.... Bas-tard!" Rick's voice shivered under the immense agony.

Am I really going to be dying one day after I transmigrated.... It's never been done.... At least that's what I know....

Why must I die like this? First I jumped off a skyscraper of over a hundred floors and now I am being brutally killed...

Am I really cursed not to live a fufilling life.....

Flampp!

SPLOOOSH!

SPLOOOSH!

SPLOOOSH!

SPLOOOSH!

SPLOOOSH!

Well I guess I won't know....

Again and again in coordination, Marko emptied the entire revolver into Rick's skull decapitating it totally.

His face was so messed up and wrecked that it could persuade the thickest of hearts to cry.

No matter how hurt I feel..... I can't still change a single thing.....

I guess I am dead once again.

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[Welcome back]

[Transmigration opportunity number.....]

[100]

[User has been killed again]

Definitely yes, this had been the outcome of his transmigration on short notice.

After dying as Kaiju and being murdered as Rick Venaton, he returned to the afterlife multiple times and was being cast out to several transmigrating opportunities.

A normal or regular person would have found a nice life, had a great girlfriend or lived peacefully as which ever role he got.

Common it's a hundred opportunities to change your life for the better it's impossible to screw all up.

'Well I did screw all... I actually died in every single one, a brutal death.'

Rick walked up the stairs that led to the gates of the afterlife. Hundreds of pure white glimmering steps leading to the gates now felt like a million.

He had ran, walked, sat and stared at the context of this stairs for what felt like a millennial.

His legs were also wobbling, for a spirit that shouldn't be noted as normal.

'I feel so drunk and tired....'

Rick had repeated this call in his mind for hundreds of seconds now, he took it as a motto or whatsoever, a mantra to keep up his happiness.

However his face looked wretched, having large dark bags under his eyes, a dehydrated compartment, unkept hair.... To be candid he was a spirit, it should be impossible to look this way.

At first he wasn't sure but now, he was.... 'My existence is a curse.'

After countless life's, Rick had experienced a lot especially at the hands of death. Having fallen into a molten pot, getting electrocuted by a transformer, ripped apart by zombie hordes, getting stabbed in the throat by a dagger, tripped off the stairs.....

'Wait a minute didn't I fall off the stairs a few minutes ago?'

This was his final road as a spirit. Just like the angels explained on his last visit.

If you fail to transmigrate successfully without dying untimely during the first hundred times, then there would be no choice but to....

"Kaiju, or should I call you Rick, Moon, sy....."

"Rick is enough!" Rick scowled dangerously at the Angel with some sort of bloodlust they could both sense.

He hadn't realized it but just amounted to the final step before the gate and the two angels guarding it.

"I see," the angel took his time before looking into a tablet in his grasp to find information on Rick.

Finally something came up that made him shift his eyes lashes in an uncomforting way.

"This is the hundredth time of Transmigration and you died on the first day of every single one right?"

Rick detested the question the angel asked, if not for being a supreme being whatsoever, he would have surely thrown a blow to it's face.

'Calm yourself Rick, this is the moment of crossing you always wanted.... Be good for just a few minutes.....'

"I am tired of Transmigration angel white garment dude, isn't it time to go....."

"Wait you actually thought we will allow a failure like you to heaven?" The angel's lips began to arch in a crooked smile he tried to hold back.

The statement threw Rick into disarray. "What do you mean by that? I have.... I..... I have already completed all your task, let me ascend into heaven!"

The angel shook his head vividly, "failures are not allowed to heaven but to hell! You have failed to live a good life for a hundred years which means you are a spirit of failure and death!"

The angel turned around and pointed at the gates. "Look around you Rick Venaton, heaven is pure and white! Your eyes and garment are stained! Those that ascend to heaven are happy and joyous, your face is filled with hate and glum! I am afraid you will have to leave the gates now and....."

"What the fuck are you saying bastard!" At this point Rick cared not if he was a saint or bad soul. The amount of pain running through his soul was incomparable.

"I died and fucking reincarnated into life a hundred times I got shot in the head, fell into boiling metal molten.... Got eaten by zombies, got my head chopped off, my body stomped on and this is what you tell me!" Rick fell to his knees in a kowtowing position.

Maybe if I beg.... Maybe.... Just.... He might allow me....

"Please! Make an exception..... I beg you.... I am no sinner all I did..... I only tried to make my life good and kept on dying..... please don't cast me away."

The angel pointed out a palm at Rick and this gave him somewhat a light of hope, especially when the angel smiled.

"From now on, you are no longer a soul, not a candidate of heaven or Transmigration, nor are you In-between..... You have become a Devil that belongs to hell."

....The Devil of death....

Rick's throat went dry..... Did I just get cursed.... Am I.... No I believe in heaven and angels.... I cannot become a Devil....

From a soul to a Devil.