But Technically

His concerns were for naught, for a moment later everything changed. He abruptly found himself in the middle of an infinite white space.

"I'm telling you, Sir, there's no problem with our code. As soon as his soul finishes processing, he'll stop flying up, and you can do your job," a voice that sounded oddly like a tortured tech-support level one employee rang out. Probably just a coincidence.

"Yeah, but I've been sitting here for days! Normally it's just a minute or so, right? Obviously he's done processing by now, but your stupid floating code is preventing him from coming here!" an arrogant voice retorted.

"No, Sir, it's just a loading animation. I promise you, the problem isn't on our end," the tortured voice replied again, with tint of exasperation hiding in plain sight.

"Well, at least it's a change from the infinite black, I guess," Prol sighs.

'Wait just a fucking minute, I can talk!?'

He spins on his heels, looking around, but there was nothing in the white space but him.

"Hello?" he asks, trying to remain polite. He was a relatively patient person, and he supposes a free trip to space wasn't the worst thing. As such, he wasn't willing to provoke any deities. Thanks to that, you gain a certain amount of points, and can alter your reincarnation as you desire.

"Oh shit! He loaded in. I've got to go, thanks for your help, bye," the arrogant voice said in a startled tone, before a strange noise rang out. Probably, he just hung up on the guy without leaving positive feedback. This is followed by the sound of someone molesting a microphone, before...Nothing.

Prol sits there in silence for a minute, before speaking up.

"Hello? I can't hear anything? Is there not a great deity that summoned me?" he asks innocently. "Presumably one very handsome and wise, known for his great philanthropy?"

A moment later, the arrogant voice rings out. "Very perceptive, young ant! Perhaps you are destined for greatness indeed!"

'Ah, the idiot got the mic mute switch reversed after all. Why is it so hard to find good help these days?'

Fortunately, this wasn't a thought-reading god, or he'd be sent back where he came from.

"Do you remember everything fine? How did you die?" the arrogance voice asks, seeming a bit concerned.

'Really, are the technical issues that bad around here?'

"Erm, well, last thing I remember, I was traveling at about mach six, and I was hurtling towards the sun," Prol says thoughtfully.

"You what?" the voice replies, sounding awfully confused. "There's nothing about that here."

"Yes, I think that was right after I died of a headache?" he says. Honestly, how had he died? He'd already killed the assassin, it was bullshit.

The voice was silent for a moment. "You mean the bullet that was stuck in your brain after you got shot?" the voice asks finally, as if talking to a child who'd called a manta ray a sea pancake.

"I got shot?!" Prol replies, startled. "By who?" he asks, his voice tinged with skepticism.

'So there'd been a sniper?! Shit!'

"It says a gruff looking assassin who tried to run you over with a truck," the voice replies. "Does that not ring any bells?"

"Oh. I thought I dodged that," Prol replies in a sheepish tone.

"I was wondering how you managed to kill someone after being shot in the head, but I guess these things happen too," the voice says, resigned to a mystery he'd never solve.

"So, I'm dead, right? What now?" Prol prods. As concerning as his death was, it wasn't a mystery to him, so he just wanted to move this ambling god along.

After a moment of silence, three screens appeared in front of him, akin to his triple monitor setup at home. Though, it reminded him more of virtual monitors used in virtual reality, since they could just pop up out of nowhere.

"Right, so, after death, people are reincarnated based on a mixture of karma and luck. However, people with truly unfortunate circumstances occasionally are granted opportunities like this. Karma and luck are massive factors for you, since they determine your point value. With these points, you can alter your reincarnation and abilities as you desire."

"How much to keep my memories?" he asks, knowing that's most important.

"Let's see, with your point amount, it'd require... 0%? That can't be right," the voice says, sounding confused.

There's a few moments of silence, before he follows up. "You didn't get here thanks to unfortunate circumstances."

"Was there some mistake?" Prol asks, unable to hide the concern in his tone. He wasn't willing to give up such a reincarnation.

"No. You're already immune to anything that would make you lose your memories, including reincarnation," the god explains.

"Er.. But I don't have any memories beyond this life, and I forget things all the time," Prol argues.

"I assume you gave up your memories for points. Naturally forgetting something is an exception, you're just immune to external influences. It'd be horrible if you couldn't block out old memories, after all," the god explains after a moment of thought.

"Fair point. I've never gotten blackout drunk, either. Wait, if I've done this before, what abilities do I have?" Prol asks.

On the right monitor, an Abilities column appeared.

[Eternal Soul] Soul cannot be truly destroyed

Memories immune to external influence

Guaranteed control over reincarnation

Ability cannot be altered or removed

"That's it? One ability?" Prol asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Since you lost your memories, you don't know what you have. Neither do I. The data is essentially lost. But, sometimes, when you ask for abilities with similar, we'll find the connection to the data," the god explains, sounding a lot more competent all of a sudden. "I might add that this is an incredible ability, considering you can continually add to yourself over time. After a few reincarnations, you'll be world altering."

Prol pauses. Well, that did sound pretty badass. "So, since it says that ability can't be removed, does that imply I can remove or lose my other ones?" Prol asks.

"Well, you won't lose abilities. Only a god can do something like that. There's demonic techniques, that could perhaps steal something physical, but most abilities exist in the soul. As such, it'd be impossible to steal them. It's not exactly a common circumstance, but since you can sell abilities for points, you'd be able to get a refund on any abilities you change your mind on in the future. Of course, only before you're alive," the voice explains patiently.

"Well, that's a relief. I won't pick any stupid abilities though," Prol says, instantly raising a flag. "Well, for my first ab-"

"Hold up! You get a certain amount of points for free for choosing your world," the voice interjects. "No point in picking magical abilities if you end up in a world without magic, right?"

"Don't I default to a fantasy world?" Prol asks, perplexed.

"No, that's only if the truck hits you. Also, that's a bug, it's really not supposed to work like that."

"Fuck, I knew I missed out on something," Prol swears.