Transmigration: Part I

I'm James, 16 this year, nothing out of the ordinary, a procrastinator in the making.

But today I died...

My death wasn't very heroic, heck that word was too distant in the circumstances!

Much less anything memorable to remember.

I didn't die saving a child from being run over as routine dictated.

No... I didn't die for a damn truck... I would have preferred that somehow.

Nor did I die sacrificing myself to defend a helpless person or stop some kind of robbery and then be crowned a good Samaritan or a hero.

I didn't have the energy for that.

On the contrary, my death could be considered too absurd and bizarre, almost unthinkable.

What can I say... walking down the stairs while holding an umbrella was not the smartest decision in the world.

I wouldn't recommend it at all!

I honestly thought that only happened in fiction like in that horror/mystery anime whose name I can't remember.

But who would have guessed that some maniac had sharpened the tip of my umbrella.

An umbrella had pierced my throat easily.

Wait for it!

Come to think of it...

Was that even possible in the first place?

And if it was possible when it happened?

I considered myself a normal, quiet person, friendly with everyone and blah blah blah.

Possibly no one hated me... maybe...

Hey, no one could be sure that the person sitting next to you was a psychopath who wouldn't hesitate to kill you just by looking at him for a second too long.

I sighed and continued floating in this endless dark void, pushing away everything that clouded my mind.

That didn't matter anymore, those problems and unknowns will have to be solved by those who are still alive.

Although probably my death will only be filed as a simple "special" case... what can I say, my country was not the best, most of the time (or almost always) criminal impunity was very favored, a little money and everything was fixed.

I wonder if anyone would mourn my death?

Would anyone mourn the death of an unknown orphan?

Maybe my death would go viral on some social network for some time.

Also... maybe if I had a mother or a father, they would mourn... just maybe.

Should I be depressed right now?

Possibly yes... too depressed to avoid thinking about foolishness that wasn't my place.

If I couldn't do anything about it, why bother?

I felt completely fine, somehow floating in this dark and silent space was wonderful.

With plenty of free time at my disposal I began to think about the advantages of being dead.

And I came to the quick conclusion that there weren't many advantages.

It was too cold around here.

I mean... everyone died leaving at least some regrets.

In cases like mine, regret gnawed at my heart.

Having a girlfriend, having a family, a wife, damn it, even a lover!

Those kinds of foolish thoughts overwhelmed my mind.

Maybe I should sleep for a while, it didn't seem like anything was happening anyway, did it?

I started to feel tired all of a sudden.

"...If only I could start again, from the beginning..."

Who wouldn't want it?

The desire flooded my mind before I fell asleep.

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Hmm.... I think it was a dream... something had forcibly awakened me.

I mean... this should be a dream...

That blond man and that red-haired woman being run through by a giant fox should be my imagination.

The scene was very familiar, but my tired mind didn't remember anything at all.

I stood still... listening or pretending to listen to what both people wanted to tell me... but tiredness overwhelmed my mind more intensely... each word confused me much more.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the demon hovering behind the blond man.

A sacrifice?

Dreams are strange... my body felt strange...

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