Prologue [Old Memories]

The life you want and the life you get rarely match up, it's your job and challenge to turn the life you get into the life you want. That challenge varies from person to person, some have it harder, some have it easier. Some are born only to die seconds later, some are born and live a life where they wished they'd never been born. I would say that I was pretty lucky compared to most people born in my world.

I was raised by a single mother, my father had died in the military like many other fathers, however my mother didn't give me away to a military orphanage, or did she sell me as a child soldier. She did her best to feed and cloth me. She worked a hard job as a worker in a metal factory, making armor plating for tanks. One of the two high paying jobs a woman could get.

My mother didn't love me though, no she cared for me but she didn't love me. All the love in her heart was gone, replaced by a sense of duty. She took care of me like I was just another burden that she had to bear. The only times she would smile at me was when I would give her a back massage. I had learned how to give a massage by my mom's friend, she would take care of me when my mom was at work, Trixy. She worked the second most high paying job a woman could get, a massage parlor that gave out /Happy ending/ massages. It's where high ranking officers would come to relax.

It brought me joy every time I made my mother smile, maybe it was because I wanted her affection that I had never gotten before. In any case it started an obsession of mine, I wanted to know everything about massaging! I had begged Trixy and she agreed to help only if I would take care of some plants for her. Being naïve I accepted eagerly, only to realize the plants she wanted me to take care of where all highly illegal drug related plants. They where expensive and required a delicate care.

I was put under the mentor ship of senior Gus and he taught me all about plants and how to care for them. He used to be a teacher but now all schools where put under military commandment and subjects irrelevant to warfare or betterment of warfare technology was cut. It might have been out of habit or a want to fulfil his role as a teacher but he would always mentor and teach me thing that didn't involve taking care of the drug plants. It was nice to learn about plants from him, he was very passionate about his teachings.

The day turned twelve I had to go to a military regulated school, I spent most days there only getting two days off once every two weeks. On the two days off is when I worked at Trixy's garden with Gus. At the school I was taught basic math, science, writing, and shooting. All while getting propaganda shoved in my face, telling me my enemies where animals that needed to be slaughtered. I never cared too much as I only really focused on when school would let out so I could go give my mom a massage.

Even though I was one of the top students I had no friends. My scary face made everyone afraid of me, even my teachers. It didn't help that I also grew up extremally fast, at age thirteen I looked like a twenty year old. Any attempt I made to make a friend only ended in disaster.

When I was fifteen I was accused of faking my age and was dragged out of my house by ten soldiers and dragged off to war. I couldn't prove my age because my mother gave birth to me in a unregistered hospital and I had only gotten my citizen's license when I was already twelve. Well, its not like they would care either way, they needed manpower and didn't care where it came from.

They noted my skill in plants and sent me to work on a farm, the worst possible position. It was outside the safe walls of the city. Constantly attacked by mutated beast and a constant target of sabotage by enemy forces. Working there was pure hell, one had to farm while maintaining constant vigilance. Many died and became the fertilizer for the crops.

The machines used to farm had all been recalled, their metal needed to make tanks and guns for war. Plowing the land had to be done manually, and if you didn't make the impossible quota the military demanded of you then your rations would be reduced. Any that stole food where captured and used as experimentation.

The only thing keeping me going was the thought of my smiling mother as I gave here a massage. It was that smile that kept away the thought of just how blood soaked my hands had gotten. Then that smile disappeared one day, a week after that day I was informed that my mother died in an attack on the metal factory. It made me realize just how much I hate war, I didn't even know what we where fighting for.

No longer caring I went into the food reserves and ate to my hearts content, I knew many would starve because of my actions but at this point I didn't care. I had never experienced what it's like to have a full stomach until that day.

Shortly after I was imprisoned in a lab having all shorts of wicked experiments done to me. Being injected with mutant DNA and exposed to radiation. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I was turning into a monster. Parts of my body taken out and replaced with parts of beast. Yet my mind was stuck in a realm of it's own, thinking about the massages I would give to my mom once I died.

I then died a quite death on an operation table.

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When I opened my eyes I was in a black void, nothing around me. Then a small blue transparent box opened in front of my face.

[The gods of your world are dead, reincarnating into new planet...]

[Evaluating soul....]

[Reincarnating]

"Huh?"