Second Chance In An Apocalypse

Reincarnation novels these days are so boring, all you need to do is get hit by a truck, some wishes and then the weak gets stronger. No pain just gains, well except the pain of dying,"Vincent a black-haired young man who blinked his silver-coloured eyes said to himself while reading the latest chapter Milf Hunter.

A smu… *Ahem* I mean a cultured novel with an exciting plot whilst on his way to lectures. As his concentration was on his phone he didn't watch where he was going and bumped into someone.

"Ouch. My bad. Sorry about that", Vincent said as he rubbed his shoulders.

" Eyes on the road pipsqueak", a muscular dark-skinned man in a brown long-sleeved shirt and ash trousers said as he frowned gazing into Vincent's eyes. He clicked his tongue whilst walking away not bothering to help Vincent.

"Sorry about that Sir I was a bit distracted", I said whilst bowing my head towards the muscular guy.

" You better pay attention when you're on the roadside. Tsk kids these days all they know is using their phone", the big guy clicked his tongue and said whilst going his way, not bothering to help Vincent back up.

'Is he on some steroids, how is he that big, strong and old at the same time', Vincent thought as he dusted the dust on his butt.

As Vincent was lost in thought he proceeded to cross the road without bothering to check if the road was void of cars.

" Hey wat…"

Upon immediately hearing that statement and the blaring sound of the truck, be it instinct or luck he managed to jump off the side of the road.

" Haha... Not today truck Ku…", without managing to finish his sentence he saw another truck coming straight towards him but died on the spot before being hit.

Vincent, 22 years of age died of shock.

Before long, Vincent found himself floating in a starry space with stars and galaxies rotating around the sun as if paying homage caused a unique perspective. He was floating in his soul form which was a flaky substance residing peacefully in that space. But if you could peer into that substance, you could see it containing a mini human being inside. This was the embodiment of Vincent's soul.

His last memories gushed to his mind and he felt like crying since he found out how he died. He died of shock just like a certain Mc.

"Just a few days before that swordsmanship competition and this is how I died. How embarrassing. And they say that a swordsman should have a calm mind. I thought if I should die I should go out with a bang.

Anyways, since I am dead, where am I? Is this where I will be judged before going to hell or maybe I get to be reincarnated? Nah that's not possible. Since there aren't others here it means no judgment is going to be made. Or maybe a judgement is done individually. I have all these questions but who will answer me? Let's wait and see,"Vincent said as he relaxedly continued floating.

Though a bit scared, Vincent was intrigued by the afterlife.

As Vincent was musing.

*Flash. Boom!*

There was a flash of light and a man in a white robe with a Gandalf-like beard and a censored face appeared. He floated towards Vincent

The galaxy and the stars that were rotating peacefully rushed towards him as if children had seen their parents and required attention. Even the sun was without exception.

"Not now, little ones, we have a guest here. I'll get back to you after dealing with our guest, a raspy voice sounded out from the man. The galaxy and gang returned to their previous duty of rotating around the sun.

"Snap '

The being snapped his hand and restored Vincent's body to its previous state.

And Vincent was stunned whilst clenching his fist and looking at his unharmed body. He performed various actions to get a feel of his body.

" Wow! Neat trick, Now use that to send me back to my lec", upon raising his face to meet the being in front of him the rest of his sentence got stuck in his mouth.

He saw a rough face as if drawn on a sheet by a Kg student. His eyes were sunken, his face spotting multiple biles and a crooked nose.

And what he said next left me speechless.

"Who the fuck created you and gave you such a shitty face. This shit should be censored. How are souls supposed to make wishes with peace of mind whilst looking at your face?

Lemme guess you are ROB and I get the chance to reincarnate with some wishes

Tsk! And you're supposed to be giving wishes whilst you haven't fulfilled yours.

'Wait, this is not what I meant to say. It's like, how do I put it? I'm in my body but it's operating on autopilot. If you can read my mind, are you using compulsion on me', Vincent said telepathically expecting an answer from the higher being.

But his mouth was saying something different.

"Don't worry, since I have a big heart my first wish will be for your face to be above average," Vincent informed whilst floating comfortably and giving " ROB" multiple jabs.

As expected of a reader, wielding such a vicious tongue as if it was the easiest thing to do.

'Tinkle'

Immediately after Vincent said his piece, a sound akin to the breakage of glass sounded while Gandalf who was floating in the distance hair fluttered without any wind.

'Tinkle'

'Tinkle'

But the most horrifying thing was spontaneous multiple glass-like sounds and the appearance of a black hole with Vincent feeling an instinctual horror which came from deep within his soul. His body evaporated instantly and his soul blew like a candle as if its embers would soon die out.

As his soul was left with the size like that of breadcrumbs, pieces of his history were disappearing.

'What is my name'

' Where am I? '

'What is this eerie place?'

' Why can't I smell or hear anything?'

As he was questioning himself, he heard a sound.

"Snap."

Everything went back to normal as if it was just a bad nightmare.

Vincent was about to go gun –Fu on "ROB" but he was interrupted before he could open his mouth it was sealed as if held together by a piece of glue.

"Mmph."

"Mmph."

He tried talking several times but since his efforts weren't producing any results so he stopped his futile attempts and glared at "ROB" as if saying you'll pay for this, you beardful bastard.

" Little one, that is not how to look at an elder who saved your life.

You have a vicious mouth there why don't you stop talking for a while as I do the talking? What a unique way to die though your mouth is big your heart is very fragile, well you aren't the first person to die this way. Tsk if it were to be death by truck-Kun would have been better.

And no I am not ROB. I am Defoe. You have two choices. One is to reincarnate with your memories wiped and without perks. The other is to participate in a new program by the gods, then depending on the results you reincarnate with perks".

"This isn't how the script goes. What the hell are you babbling about geezer? Do I have to teach you how to do your job? From my days as a cultured man, the script goes like this.

Unfortunately, I took your soul by accident so I will compensate you with three wishes except wishing for the Triple O's."

"Wait… Hold up. You mean I can participate but depending on my efforts I might not get those perks. Right?"

"Well…yes but, look on the bright side. And what might the bright side be DEFOE," he eyed Defoe with an innocent smile whilst my mouth dripped with disdain.

"Even if you don't get perks at least you keep your memories. That's a win. Isn't it? "

"You could use your former world's knowledge as a base to strengthen yourself."

"Who the fuck cares about some darn memories when I don't get some perks."

Good.. good …Good. A daring individual you are isn't that so? Soul #3562 your rights to reincarnate as a humanoid creature have been confiscated irrespective of your results in the project " Earn your Perks for Reincarnation ", Defoe announced in a majestic voice.

Anyone who saw Defoe's face would have run for his life. His sunken eyes sunk deeper and his brow was knit together. His bile burst while spurting a yellowish goo due to how tense his facial muscles were. His already ugly face became horrific.

After DEFOE'S declaration, a magical scene took place. The sun that was floating peacefully rushed at him and without any chance to react it slammed into his soul and left a sun stamp on it.

" WHAT DID YOU DO ."

"Nothing serious. I just removed the default option to reincarnate as a human, no biggie."

"Big brother, I am very sorry for disappointing you with this shameless side of me. I just wanted to ease the atmosphere. Can you please undo what you did?"

"Sorry kid but it can't be undone. Piece of advice no matter what you reincarnate try and get stronger to get a humanoid body. From an experienced elder to you. Hard work will see you through", Defoe fondled his beard like a wise elder dropping golden advice to an inexperienced child.

It would have created a wonderful scene if not for his unsightly face ruining everything.

As if waiting for his opportunity to strike V dished out a counterattack.

"Would have looked if not for your stupid face ruining everything.

Hey are you married?"

"Why of course little one. I have kids in addition

You probably married an ogre and gave birth to gremlins. No woman would marry a man with a face like yours unless she's drunk or thirsty.

Heck, you might even have raped her and trapped her in an illusion which shows you as a handsome man.

As soon as Defoe heard Vincent he was stunned but tried to maintain an expressionless face except for his wide eyes". Which didn't escape V's astute perception

"No way! You did not just do that."

'Cough!'

"Brat stop with your wild imagination. Time is far spent.

Will you participate in the reincarnation games or not."

"I-."