Help!
I need urgent help!
Gods, Immortals, Fairies, Demons, Monsters, anyone!
One month ago, I was just your normal normal rich without much ambition.
I wanted a simple home and a lovely wife and spend my old years travelling around.
But it all changed when one of my maids tried to poison me, seemingly without any reason.
My uncle started vying for the leadership of the family.
My parents were poisoned too. How the FU** did they get so much undetectable poison anyway!?
Ever since then, my bad luck has been off the charts.
Cultivators came and tried to kill me. I escaped like a beggar.
Lighting came crashing down. I got saved as it struck a tree.
Suddenly, everyone started trying to kill me.
Then, everyTHING started trying to kill me. Mythical beasts, earthquakes, and betraying kins weren't enough, illnesses started flaring up within my body too.
Yesterday, I was resting within a pit I made in the graveyard to hide myself and a ring came crashing down from the sky.
I didn't wear it.
It FLEW near me. FU**.
The spirit of an old man manifested out of it and told me to wear it. And so I threw it.
I'm not that dumb.
I need help. Why is this happening to me?
hmm, what's this?
The world around me blackens for no reason and I find my body floating in the nothingness.
It's very dark and lonely here.
Ching~
A sound comes.
Blinding white light makes me close my eyes.
I hear a voice, "An otherworldly hero's soul needs to reside in your body. I can't damage it. But your soul has been resisting too much. Sorry child, but you need to die, and I need to finish the job myself."
Panic gushes out of me. I can't find the strength to resist. I can't see. I can't even muster the emotion of 'hate'.
Yet, I try my best and a miserable scream comes from the innermost part of my soul,
"WHY!? WHO ARE YOU?"
"I'm... God."
I feel miserable. I... feel exhausted.
...and so I close my eyes.
...
Next day, the body of this unlucky teen rises from the grave, part confusion and part determination shining in his eyes.
"What an unlucky guy, his parents were poisoned, his family betrayed, his enemies cornered him, leading to him dying in this grave. Don't worry brother, now that I've reincarnated in your body, I'll make sure to take revenge for everyone that acted against you. May you rest in peace, even though you lived a useless life."
Author's note:
"Why do you want a normal life? You're body is that of a teen and your name is the same as him, your body possess the qualifications to house that roaming reincarnated soul. Now, don't resist and lie in eternal slumber." - God
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