Take all those cherries

These first six chapters are only the translation from Spanish to English, originally I wanted to write this fanfic in Spanish, but I decided to improve my English and the best option of course is writing.

Inside a room you could see a person sitting on a bed, if someone were to enter at that very moment they would make a strange face due to the peculiar things that were there. On top of a chair was a very thick rope, the rope showed signs of having been wounded many times and untangled the same number.

The shelves that adorned the walls emitted strange smells of both medicines and chemicals and even if you paid attention you could smell faint hints of ammonia. However, the strangest thing was the smell of gunpowder and the rare metals that had been cut in strange ways, a clear indication of a novice technique.

Turning attention to the only person in that room, you could see small stains of blood that adorned his clothes and consequently dirtied the wooden floor worn by the passage of years. The almost adult, but still teenager showed signs of being lost between delusions and strange thoughts as nonsense whispers were heard emanating from his slightly swollen mouth. In his left hand you could see a dirty bullet and in his right hand there was a Glock 19. Coming out of his trance that had lasted a couple of hours, the boy started to walk around his room, after 5 minutes of reflecting he sat down again but this time with a somewhat resolute and somewhat happy look. The boy took a breath and started talking to himself.

"Why do you doubt Clint? There is no reason to continue here", you could hear the regret in his voice and the little light in his eyes showed signs of disappearing. Using what little will and strength he had, he began to reload the only bullet he could get. Clint raised the pistol to the level of his head, his hands sweaty and with slight tremors prepared to squeeze the trigger.

"Fuck you all you bastards didn't show a bit of compassion. Fuck this world and its shitty people." With her words spoken and eyes swollen from crying, Clint pulled the trigger.

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Clint

Clint

Clint

Clint!

The person in question was awake, but did not want to open his eyes as he was afraid of what could happen, Clint was afraid to see that he had failed to commit suicide and have to continue living in that fucking world.

"Well, keep ignoring me," an ethereal voice could be heard that seemed to be scolding Clint. The person in question, or rather an entity since it did not have a defined shape shown signs of concern and impatience. The entity raised its hand and pointed its finger at Clint's body causing him to levitate.

"What the fu--", before Clint finished cursing he was interrupted by a blow to his head.

"You know, it is not good to curse when you meet a new person, especially after having died", the entity still maintained the same reprimanding tone as if it was punishing his son.

"I died, how can you be here and how can I see nothing but emptiness?" Clint had many questions, even forgetting for a moment everything that had happened during his miserable life.

"Pathetic? What do you mean pathetic?! You know about everything that happened, how many things I lost, how many people cheated on me, how much of my effort was wasted, all the hours I spent trying to stand out and get out of that shitty life that I had! ", Clint started screaming everything he thought, something he had kept to himself throughout his life.

"Of course I know, I've been seeing you all these years Clint. You've cried for hours and I even know how you felt when you lost everything. First, I have to apologize to you, before your soul went down to your old world in charge of adding you your blessings he forgot about you, in question he forgot to give you your luck which by the way was going to be very high but worst of all he forgot to give you your Karmic trait. As you know, all living beings have Karma, whether good or bad, but they still have it, it could be said that it is both a blessing and a curse, in your case for many years of your life you did good things, but you were not given the corresponding distribution and much worse, they gave you curses and together with your lack of luck you had a fucked up life from the beginning ", the entity began to explain ignoring the fact that it still had Clint floating.

"Saving us time I will explain to you what will happen, as you may imagine you will follow the cycle of existence and reincarnate, but you will not be reset, that is, you will still have all your memories. As compensation you will have some wishes that you can use throughout your life or even you could claim it now, I recommend that you think about it ", the entity commented on all this as if he was in charge of giving the good and bad news in a hospital, his tone worried and at the same time in different gave a strange vibe that affected Clint.

[N/A = parentheses are used for thoughts]

(But what the fuck? Everything I had to go through was due to an accident of a stranger? , I do not know how to react and that this of desires. I should think of things that will help me in my other life so that the same thing does not happen).

Turning his gaze on the entity to what appeared to be eyes, Clint asked:

" Howmany wishes do I have? "

"99/100"

"99/100?" Clint asked again.

"Certainly, some gods exchanged a wish you had for their blessings and boy are you lucky, some pious goddesses paid attention to you and are interested in you, however, some strange gods also have their eyes on you so I would say be careful, like Mention you can use the wishes whenever you want but they have their limitations. I recommend that you use at least one before reincarnating for example, you can choose a system ", the entity narrated everything as if he had practiced it many times.

"Isn't that a very cliché system?" Clint commented as he found it very nostalgic and reminded him of his Otaku days.

"My my, you're one of those who complain about things given away. I didn't think you would criticize something you loved so much when you were 12 years old. What would your younger version of you say. You know, I'm tired of your thoughts so pathetic that you keep repeating yourself in your head, you must leave the past and move on to take a vacation ", before Clint answered a portal appeared and began to suck him.

"Take care, boy, fulfill your wishes, fulfill your wishes, even the simplest ones and let your soul that you have repressed so much for not knowing how to face reality, this is an exception but I will send you to a world to take vacations, but keep in mind that you have to work to reach new heights and not die miserably again ", the entity created an arm and a hand to say goodbye to Clint who had not spoken in all this time.

After the portal closed, a woman with an innocent and even dreamy look appeared.

"Ara ~, Belerick shouldn't have done that, you know I really wanted to talk to him", the entity now known as Belerick sighed, he knew he had done the right thing, if Clint had stayed a minute longer he would have been traumatized for life.

"You must not be here, I told you many times Fortuna. I decided to protect that boy and I will not let him be near a demon before he becomes strong", Belerick began to have a headache since one of the reasons why I talk really fast with Clint is to protect him from this eccentric Goddess who wanted to get her hands on and get a piece of the poor boy.