bad ghost

My gaze remained locked onto the glowing screen, fingers typing away furiously as I eagerly devoured the final chapters of One Piece. "Oda, you really took your sweet time with this, didn't you?" I grumbled to myself, my anticipation building with each passing word. The room around me faded into obscurity, and the only thing that mattered was the epic tale unfolding before my eyes.

But, alas, just as the website attempted to deliver the long-awaited conclusion, my laptop—an aging relic that clung to life through sheer willpower and an alarming amount of duct tape—decided it had reached its limit. The screen flickered, protesting the strain it had been subjected to, and then, in an explosive spectacle of sparks and sizzling wires, the laptop gave up.

There I sat, stunned and dumbfounded, as the laptop literally disintegrated before me. It was as if it had harbored an inexplicable vendetta against its owner, and now, in its final act of defiance, it had taken my head along with it.

Now, I understand your curiosity. What kind of laptop could possibly bear such intense hostility towards its owner? Was it haunted by a tech-savvy poltergeist? Had it grown tired of my endless late-night binging sessions? The truth, while intriguing, no longer mattered.

What did matter, however, was the engulfing darkness that swallowed me whole. As the world around me dissolved into nothingness, any hopes of encountering giant pearly gates or a wise, bearded Chinese grandpa who would shake his head and declare an error in the system vanished into the abyss around me.

And then,suddenly I was transported at the tail end of an outrageously long line. It snaked into the distance, disappearing into the infinite void beyond. At the far end, a colossal cosmic television screen projected an angelic Teletubby, a obvious sign of a mind wiping procedure was setup.

Shifting my gaze, I examined the other lines that branched off from the central path. Most of them were similar to mine, filled with souls awaiting their memory wipe. Yet, one line, hidden amount the others, a few meters below mine, caught my curiosity. It was significantly shorter, and a handful of plump glasses wearing golden soul orbs occupied it, displaying a peculiar strange sense of calm amid the heavenly chaos.

At the forefront of the strange line, a desk materialized, and a miniature Teletubby presided over it. It gave off a resigned sigh, as if this were just another mundane day on the job. With a nonchalant air, it produced a small multicolored ball from its desk and casually tossed it into the path of a golden soul who proceeds to absorb it. The soul then obediently passed through the nearby white portal, which bore the label "Isekai."

"Why in the world am I being subjected to a factory reset while some chubby otaku gets to go around, catching waifus?" I muttered to myself, as frustration were building up. This situation was outrageous, and I could feel the embers of my resentment flickering within me.

With newfound determination, I summoned all the strength within my small spectral form and surged forward, descending towards the bustling crowd of souls. My path was clear: I intended to defy whatever cosmic scheme had been laid out for me.

But then, as if the universe itself had sensed a disturbance, a searing pain erupted from my very essence. I was abruptly confronted by a troop of armored tellytubby, their unnatural weapons—futuristic toast guns—blazing with transcendental power. They had identified me as a deviant, and they were determined to put an end to my unruliness.

As I built up speed, my spectral form surged forward, crashing into the front desk with a resounding impact. The tellytubby stationed there was swiftly knocked out, and I seized the satchel hanging from its side with a ghostly grip. Security personnel, clad in their dreadful armor, were closing in, their expressions comically stern and serious.

Without a moment's hesitation, I plucked a multicolored ball from the satchel and leaped into the maw of the white portal labeled "Isekai." My departure was marked by a final act of defiance—a spectral middle finger extended toward the bewildered Teletubbies, who could only watch as I vanished into the unknown.

The transition was instantaneous, colors were swirling around me, each shade contending for attention. Time lost its grip; as incredible landscapes and alien architecture flashed by. The chaos eventually subsided, leaving me suspended in a tranquil void—a realm of peaceful nothingness, unlike the endless chaotic lines in the previous void. Then, just as I was enjoying the silence, I found myself waking up, not in some cosmic landscape, but in a small, fragile body—a child's body. The shift was disorienting, like waking from a vivid dream.

I blinked, adjusting to the newfound senses of the body I possessed. The room was dimly lit, and what little furnishings was battered and cheap. I felt the hardness of the thin mattress beneath me and the chill of dirtied bed sheets. A sense of vulnerability washed over me

As I attempted to make sense of this confusing situation, the door creaked open. A caretaker, eyes filled with both weariness and kindness, entered.

"Ibọlachi(good morning), Luffy"