Chapter 1
Life is unpredictable and fragile, well, atleast that's how she saw it. Her parents dying before she could even remember them was the unpredictable part, and her first friend dying before even getting treatment was the fragile one. She had learned it early, accepted it eventually and was just simply going through motions of life when she died.
As many games or Mangas put it, a 'truck-kun' was supposed to come, but no. She died due to a mass epidemic among thousands others. Her final days were filled with mundane sterile routine, and watching gameplays of 'Stars of Abalassya'. She thought that this was it, she was sure that it was all over, only for her to be presented infront of a God after her death.
God, was a old man with a blad head and a beard so long it touched the ground. He had a staff in his hands and eyes deep and dark enough to look through one's soul.
"I'm supposed to reward you" The old man in front of her had said with a deep frown and unwillingness of a toddler. She wanted to laugh. What reward could she possibly ask for? It wasn't like she particularly desired anything. The man took a long hard stare at her before turning his back on her.
"It wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to live till 80, but it was a fault in the system. You died, and because of this, the humans—pathetic creatures they are— developed a cure. They even named it after you, so bravo" The man was rolling his eyes as he turned to her. His face has signs of annoyance.
"Now then, since you feel so inclined to not speak up, how does the world of Stars of Abalassya sound? Pleanty good right?" He waved his staff aroundas he spoke. She had a gut feeling that this was too good to be true.
"Am I being reincarnated? Like in those isakai animes and mangas?" She asked a bit hopeful and confused. They all showed the God/Goddess as this kind being who wanted to fix their mistake and do good by thr protagonist by giving them SSS-level buffs and skills. This God seemed like he wanted to add none of the extra advantages and just wanted her out of here. He pulled out a scroll and began listing off things.
"Hmm....had dead parents, abusive grandmother, only friend died young- Geez so gloomy your life was— Oh look here, apparently your supposed to continue to have this bad luck for a few more years– good luck to that" He scoffed. He seemed like a jerk to be honest, but she had to have faith if he was going to give her a new life. He looked at her with aserious eexpression bbefore speaking again.
"Take this as advice; Entertain me. Maybe I might even make things easier for you if you please me enough." The the old man snapped his fingers and all she felt was pressure. She felt very hot, then suddenly very cold as if she was taken out of her comfort. She felt a stinging pain in her bum as a lap was muffled in the background and with a loud cry, her lungs were filled with biting air.
"Girl! It's a girl Elara! Good job-" Loud. It was all so loud. She felt her eyes were sewn shut, she couldn't even recognize that the shrill screaming is coming from her own throat. She was then placed on someplace warm and soft. She suddenly felt calm and comfortable, as if she was being embraced by light itself.
"Welcome to the world, my dear dove"
