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Guy gets killed by truck-kun. Could travel between fictional worlds. And all the possible cliches are here. P.S: Cover not mine. It is scene from anime HunterxHunter
As long as I know myself I was always a perfectionist. I always wanted to be perfect. Perfect in appearance, perfect in school, and most importantly I wanted to show myself as having a perfect character. I had high standards and anything average could not satisfy me.
Why you may ask I yearned to be perfect?
To find an answer you have to know more about
Me.
It all started when I was 4 years old. My mom and dad died from car crash. I was told that my father had an asthma attack when he was driving, this caused him to crash into another car. As I was just a child I really don't have many memories with them. I only remember they spoiled me with many gifts.
My uncle took me in after my parents deaths. I lived with him for 4 more years. After which he too died. He was a banker and he died during armed robbery, he too had an asthma attack because of all the stress caused by the robbers. They fled just after his death. He was a lighthearted individual always smiling so warmly. He was a great guardian always helping me with my problems. When neighborhood boys bullied me he would threaten them that he would tell their parents and he guaranteed that they would be spanked.He was liked by everyone in the neighborhood and was friendly to strangers.He never had a chance to create a family and died young.
His death had caused me a great blow. That's when I started to train myself so that I could live longer. Thankfully I had no asthma like my uncle and dad, or any other kind of bacterial disease. I trained day and night always being in my peak condition.
After the death of my uncle I was raised by my grandparents. My mom was an orphan and I never knew anyone from my mothers side. Just like my uncle they took care of me. They were overprotective as I was their only heir. They were a lot stricter than my uncle. They always made me learn. After years learning became my habit just as training.
I trained to not die young like my parents and uncle, and learned more to make my grandparents more happy.
Sadly my grandparents died when I was 16 years old. My grandmother got pregnant with my father when she was over 40 years old and I was adopted when she was already 74 years old and she died when she turned 82. My grandfather died shortly after from late stages of Alzheimer's.
My fear of death was all time high leading me to exercise more. I majored in Pre-Med to become a doctor. I was really interested in anatomy. Using my anatomical knowledge I tried to create a perfect body by constant exercises.
Exercising body was important but I also meditated to control my emotions. I meditated under the sun and during a nighttime. I meditated fully clothed and I meditated butt naked. I meditated under a waterfall and over the waterfall. I meditated in quiet places and I meditated under loud noises.
All of my hardworking paid itself. I was always number one. I won many gold medals for my school and earned many scholarships. I was also popular with girls. My looks were little bit above average but I had a great physique.
And I'm now 20 years old. I'm a student in Columbia University. I have a bright future ahead of me. Where I further improve my body and learn more about this world.
Or so I thought
When I was crossing a street I was hit by a truck.
My skull was crushed by its wheels and my perfect body with 6 packs was instantly turned into a pile of goo.
You may ask how am I narrating my life story if I'm dead?
I don't know.
Only thing I know is that I am floating in cosmos like space for many many years. There every day, every hour, every minute, and every second I felt intense pain. Worst thing is that my precious time was wasted when if I was alive I could've trained my body to Its fullest.
After many many many years of physical and mental torture I was transported into a white room.
Room was a small one and was decorated like an office. Room had a latest(for my time at least) apple computer over the wooden table. Computer was used by an old person with long white beard who wore white suit. You could already guess who it is by just looking at his long white beard. He was of course very genuine and real ....... Santa Claus.
