The Reincarnator–Orchid Green

The sun was high in the sky, and cars moved around in a compacted symphony. It was clear that the location was New York. What gave it away was the appearance of a tall building in the distance—Stark Tower.

"Sigh...another shitty day," Orchid grumbled at his misfortune. He stumbled from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He took his brush, placing some paste over it. He glanced at the mirror, observing his appearance.

This wasn't his original body. In his previous life, he had died, and somehow, he had made it to the Marvel universe. How he had died was a topic for another day.

When he died, he suddenly found himself in what looked like a gathering of golden humanoids, assembled in a straight line that seemed endless. When it reached his turn, a floating screen appeared before him, showing only one thing:

[Select world]

When he saw this, he immediately perked up. He had gotten a chance at reincarnation. Choosing his favorite anime, he quickly selected Naruto and a Naruto-based system.

A great vortex proceeded to pull his soul; without resisting, he was quickly pulled into the wormhole. Everything before him transformed into rays of light. It was as if he was traveling through the cosmos at light speed.

Glancing sideways, he could see twisting images, many of which he easily recognized. Ben 10, Twilight—they were endless; there were even many he didn't recognize.

His face beamed with excitement. Of all people, he had gained the chance to reincarnate and witness a once-in-a-lifetime event.

He was absorbed in sightseeing when he noticed he had begun to slow down. He realized he must be getting close to his destination.

All of a sudden, something hit him, and he was sent flying off course. He glanced at the source, and it was none other than another traveling soul that continued speeding ahead.

"Motherfucker, fuck you," he cursed, realizing his destination had been altered. He glanced around at the many sub-portals, trying to predict where he was headed.

DC and its subs, Supernatural, Fast and Furious, Frozen, Transformers—they were as many as they came. Suddenly, he glanced at where he was headed, and it was the horrifying Warhammer 40k. He immediately panicked as he thrashed around, trying to change his destination, but there was nothing to push off from. His face was grim with despair; though he didn't know much about it, he had heard from his friend about the horrors of Warhammer 40k. From his understanding, the world was one of chaos and death; blood was shed each and every day, carnage was the norm.

He closed his eyes in despair, but he suddenly felt an arm grab onto him, causing him to shoot his eyes open.

Another soul had grabbed onto him, flinging him in another direction. The soul had noticed his distress and hurriedly came to his rescue.

"My name is John," the soul said, waving at him as his destination was once again altered. He sighed with relief.

"My name is Orch..." Baam! Before he could speak, another speeding soul slammed into John, and coincidentally, the destination John was flung to was the Warhammer 40k universe.

"Noooooooo!" John screamed at the top of his voice, but there was nothing that could be done.

"John!!!!" he screamed, but the soul had already vanished into the portal. Guilt immediately washed over him. If the soul hadn't stopped to assist him, he would have made it safely to his chosen world.

"I'll remember your name for as long as I live." A white light suddenly engulfed him. But he once again panicked as he was unable to check the world he was being thrust into...

Here he was; it had been a month since he had been reborn. He had awoken in a strange space, the room was different, and the body felt different. He immediately knew he had been reincarnated.

In panic, he stood and immediately glanced out his window, and there the building was—the Stark Tower. Sighing in relief, he sat back on his bed, and not far from the table was a cup of water with what looked like poison.

He finished brushing his teeth, completed his regular routine, and quickly donned his shirt. He was heading to an interview scheduled for 30 minutes from now.

Walking to the door, the picture on the wall suddenly brought back memories. The mother of the body he now inhabited had died a month ago.

A few days later, he was fired from his job. He wasn't even allowed to grieve when his wife ran overseas with his best friend, taking almost all his savings with her—and the children, who he found out weren't even his.

He was down; he was all alone—no family members, no job, no one home to return to. His life had been a big lie, and the only relief was to end it. He had directly bought a poison that would put him to sleep before death would follow, granting a painless end.

It was after his death that Orchid's soul had filled the soulless body, taking control of it.

Sighing, he walked out the door.

After he had settled down, he tried summoning the system he had selected but nothing. In despair, he could only try to live out his life; after all, that was the only option he was left with.

He walked out the door and began heading toward the job interview. Orchid adjusted his tie as he made his way down the bustling streets of New York.

He blended into the crowd, just another soul trying to survive in a city that felt both exciting and overwhelming. Despite his new life, a familiar pit of unease churned in his stomach as he approached the interview location.

Orchid took a deep breath as he reached the front of a gleaming skyscraper, its glass reflecting the city's bustling streets. Adjusting his tie nervously, he stepped through the revolving doors and entered the lobby, feeling small and out of place among the polished marble floors, high ceilings, and sharply dressed professionals moving with purpose.

He approached the reception desk, where a young woman in a smart suit smiled at him. "Good morning. How can I help you?"

"I have an interview scheduled for 10 a.m.," he said, forcing himself to sound confident.

"Name, please?"

"Orchid Green."

The receptionist typed something into her computer and then nodded. "You're here for the junior analyst position with Mr. Darnell. He's on the 22nd floor. You can take the elevators on the left."

Orchid thanked her and headed toward the elevator, his heart pounding with a mix of nerves and hope. The ride up felt long, and he used the time to rehearse his answers, the ones he'd practiced in front of his bathroom mirror a hundred times. This was his shot to get things back on track, to prove he could make it in this new world—even without powers, connections, or the knowledge he had in his previous life.

When the elevator dinged on the 22nd floor, he stepped out and saw a small waiting area outside a large office door with "Darnell and Co." etched onto frosted glass. Another woman, dressed in a sleek black blazer, gestured for him to sit.

"Mr. Darnell will see you in a few minutes," she said. Her gaze was polite but distant, as if she'd seen a thousand hopeful faces pass through here.

Orchid sat, crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to steady himself. Finally, the door opened, and a man in his early 50s with graying hair, sharp eyes, and a no-nonsense demeanor emerged. He looked at Orchid and gave a brief nod.

"Mr. Green? Come on in."

Orchid stood quickly, following Mr. Darnell into a spacious office with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the skyline. He took the seat across from the man, clutching his portfolio with white knuckles.

Mr. Darnell sat down, studying him for a long moment before he spoke. "So, tell me a bit about yourself. What brings you here today, Mr. Green?"

Orchid took a breath. "Well, I'm looking for an opportunity to grow and apply my analytical skills in a challenging environment. I've always had a knack for problem-solving and strategic thinking, and I believe your company would be the perfect place for me to develop further."

Mr. Darnell nodded slowly, eyes never leaving him. "I see. You have some experience listed here with data analysis and report generation. Can you tell me about a specific instance where you provided a solution to a complex problem?"

Orchid swallowed. This was the question he'd prepared for. "In my last position, I was tasked with analyzing client data to identify trends that would improve our customer retention rate. I noticed a pattern indicating that our response time was impacting customer satisfaction. So, I created a streamlined workflow that reduced response time by 30% within the first quarter."

Mr. Darnell raised an eyebrow, looking slightly more interested. "Impressive. But tell me, what would you bring to this role that another candidate might not?"

Orchid hesitated, then pushed forward, trying to sound confident. "I'm adaptable and resilient. I know this position will be demanding, but I'm fully committed. I learn quickly, and I'm willing to go above and beyond to meet expectations."

Mr. Darnell's gaze sharpened. "Above and beyond, hm?" He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Let me be honest with you, Mr. Green. This job requires not only a high level of analytical skill but also a particular resilience—this is a fast-paced, cutthroat environment. We need people who can withstand pressure and deliver results without faltering."

Orchid nodded, hoping his determination showed. "I understand, sir. I'm ready to take on that responsibility."

There was a pause as Mr. Darnell continued to study him, as if searching for something beneath the surface. Finally, he closed the folder with a quiet thud.

"Mr. Green, you seem eager, and I can see that you have some potential. But I'm not convinced you have the experience we're looking for in this particular role. It's nothing personal—sometimes it simply comes down to having worked in this kind of high-stakes environment before."

Orchid felt his heart drop, but he forced himself to nod. "Thank you for the opportunity, sir."

He stood composedly and quickly made his way out of the office. Nearby, a woman sat—busty, curvy, and strikingly beautiful. She possessed everything a man might find attractive.

Glancing at her, he immediately realized she was also there for the job. However, she wasn't holding a portfolio. She sat empty-handed, scrolling through her phone with an aura of confidence radiating from her gaze.

"Mrs. Carler, it's your turn," said a woman dressed in black. The seated woman stood up nonchalantly, glancing at him with disdain before entering the office. Orchid paused, hoping to catch a snippet of the conversation.

"Hi, Mr. Darnell," she said, walking in with a seductive stride.

"Mrs. Carler, I've been expecting you. Sit down; let's talk more..."

"Yes, Mr. Darnell...you said you'd offer me the job if I—"

"Can I help you?" the woman dressed in black asked, looking at him knowingly.

"No, not at all," he replied, beginning to head toward the building's exit. Just then, a familiar sound caught his attention.

*Ding*

[Achievement Earned]

-Rejected, Resilient

[+100 achievement points]

*Requirement has been met*

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