1 Transmigration
A 30-year-old man shuffled along the cracked sidewalk, his head hung low. His medium-textured gray hair was poorly cut into a low bald fade, his beard freshly trimmed—perhaps his only attempt at dignity. He stood about 6'1", his purple eyes dull and lifeless. Yet beneath the emptiness, there lingered a hunger—a ravenous, instinctive need to survive. His eyes darted from side to side, like a starved bird scanning grass for worms.
As he rounded a corner, a flicker caught the edge of his vision. He snapped his head toward it. A pile of trash—paper, plastic, and dead bodies—glimmered faintly in the dying light.
His expression lit up. He sprinted toward the pile and rummaged frantically until his hand closed around a dirty, old watch. The grin on his face faded as quickly as it appeared.
"Fuck…" he whispered, his voice dry. "Food… food… food…"
A man clad in full bulletproof armor approached from behind, the barrel of his loaded AK-47 brushing up the spine of the gray-haired man. The weapon's cold steel caressed his vertebrae like a snake teasing prey as he slowly ran the tip of the gun up the 40-year-old man's spine and said.
"What did you find?" the armored man asked, voice jarringly feminine for his massive frame that was visible through his armor.
the 30-year-old man was stunned for a few seconds, but, he soon started to shiver but he promptly bit his lip to stop himself as he forced himself to speak "Just this watch," he said in a soft tone. As he moved his hand slowly revealing the watch to the armored man
The man in the bulletproof armor glanced at the dirty watch and scoffed.
"Liar!" Without warning, the rifle slammed into his side. Again. And again. Blow after blow rained down. The man collapsed into a heap, his body curling instinctively. The armored figure crouched, snickering. "you must have hiding something!" as his shadow hovered over the 30 year old man's curled up body, he snickered, and proceeded to search his body as he ripped his clothes, he soon pulled out an opened, half-eaten can of tuna.
The man in bulletproof armor spit on the half-naked man who was lying on the ground looking lifeless and said," just wait." As he walked away
The man found himself grabbing the watch so hard his nails dug into the leather.
Five hours went by; within that time, the man was kicked and punched back to work.
One hour passed, and he found himself with the watch on his wrist, and he was unable to hold back from tinkering with it, as he searched for canned food.
Sixty-nine others, all as broken as him, assembled in ragged lines. Behind them, the air bristled with gunshots and growls.
Ahead stood a crumbling mall, its glass doors shattered and its tiles stained with blood. The line marched through its corpse-like halls and arrived at makeshift cells. No one resisted. Survival had beaten rebellion out of them, As luck—or fate—would have it, the same armored brute appeared again to lock them in. He paused before the gray-haired man's cell, spit on him, and muttered:
"Come on bitch," the buff man in the bulletproof armor said
The man tried to get up slowly cause of his injuries gained that day and the previous ones, but, was dragged out and was effortlessly put on the buff man's shoulder
"Augg ," the 30y old man groaned when his injuries slammed against the buff man's shoulder
The buff man walked up the stairs to the 6th floor. Each step upward made his heartbeat quicken. Thump. Thump. Faster. Harder. They walked into a run-down barbershop —oddly well-preserved compared to the rest. Shelby dropped him like trash onto the tile floor. and the man was slammed onto the ground as the buff man kneeled on the floor all in one move.
The pain was so overwhelming he couldn't hold himself back and lets out a scream "ahhhhhhhhh-" he was abruptly cut off by a foot to his chest. The blow came from a giant: 6'5", bald, light-skinned, with a curly mustache. He wore sweatpants and a black tank top. Behind him stood a young man seated on a metal bucket, expression unreadable, and an older gentleman with a cane and calm yellow eyes.
The one sitting looked young 6 foot, long black hair, flat face, long nose, upward eyebrows, blue eyes, white pale, clean fade, jeans, slightly oversized sweater,20y old
The older man is 6'3, yellow eyes, gray hair, slick back, downwards curved eyebrows, gray beard, gray mustache,60y old a gray suit and a brown and gold cane
The young man looked indifferent to the situation in front of him even though he continued to stare at the man with careless eyes
"This is him?" the young man said in a lifeless tone
"Yes, sir, this is outh Puc "(-ouuth )the buff man in the bulletproof armor said
"Take him away," the young man said as he moved his sight away from the man
"Didn't you want to see him? "the buff man in the armor said as he showed an expression of concern.
"I've seen enough," the young man as he shut his eyes.
"What do I do with him? "
"Do whatever you want with him, Shelby," said the young man.
"Yes, sir!" said Shelby.
Shelby picked up Outh and walked out of the run-down barbershop.
"Boy, Didn't you see his spiritual energy? It's stronger than yours from before you trained it, and it is odorless; how didn't we sense it before, "said the old man.
"It seemed to have awakened today; I just don't get why today, seeing that he gets beat like this almost every day," said the young man as he opened his eyes and ruffled his hair
"Then why not train him? Use him."
"He's too weak. These injuries? He'd die in training. And if we heal him, it might disrupt the very energy keeping him alive."
He let out a short laugh. "You're still testing me, even though I've surpassed you, Foha."
Smack! The older man slapped the back of his head.
"Respect, Eather. Surpassed or not—I am still your master."
Foha sighed and looked toward the staircase. "Huuuh. What a waste."
Meanwhile
they soon got down to the cell floor.
Outh looked towards his cell hall and saw the people in the cells eating; he expected Shelby to turn, and take him to his cell but he continued walking.
They soon got to a huge black metal door Outh knew where this was .it the place where the most dangerous people are also known as the torture chamber.
Outh instantly flayed around but his head was knocked against the metal door causing him to lose consciousness.
He soon found himself naked, strapped to a table, and a dark figure sitting at the other side of the room; he pulled his arms and legs, trying to free himself.
The sound made by the chains caught the figure's attention. The person got up and strode towards Outh. The room was quiet, so footsteps resounded through the area.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,...."
Soon a face was discernible.
It was Shelby with no armor and was wearing a white tank top; he kept walking until he was one inch away from Outh's body.
Shelby ran his finger up Outh's hairy chest and licked his lips. Causing Outh to shiver and yell, "why are you doing this to me!. "
Shelby gave Outh a stern look and said," cause I want to, besides with your injuries, you'll die in a day or so within that time", Shelby leaned forward and continued in Outh's ears," you're all mine."
Outh's pupils shrunk to a pin he was unable to control himself and blurted out, "I'll give u anything, I'll do whatever you want, just not that!".
Shelby scoffed and said, "what can a dead body give me? And I'm about to do whatever I want anyway ".
Outh's mind was in turmoil causing him to reply with, "the watch on my wrist!."
He was given a slap that bruised his face.
Shelby looked at Outh with disgust and said, "you dare present such a thing to me knowing that such things have no value anymore."
Outh then put up a futile resistance.
But all of a sudden, the chains tightened up, and the table flipped over, and a hole was opened where Outh's ass would be.
Shelby then said, "let's get started," and walked away and retrieved a box full of sex toys.
Outh then closed his eyes and began to imagine to past. the good and the bad
"The life he had from when he was young, and his parents were killed in front of him, To him getting adopted then him being pushed aside when his foster parents were able to have a biological child of there own, forcing him to look towards school and his few friends for comfort, and then all his friends got into relationships and moved on with there life, leaving him alone and once again forcing him to look towards school, so he secluded himself with his studies and earned a professional degree in nuclear science got a beautiful wife and mansion, ". he shook his head from the pain and continued. to immerse himself in his memories trying to distract himself
"but then it happened the "Disaster" some other branch of nuclear science had failed? In an experiment where an airborne disease was made, people turned crazy eating each other some got bit and got the disease but stayed normalish. Still, they had a type of new energy called spiritual flow which had the effects of magic but used blood and spells, and everyone involved in anything nuclear was made into slaves that searched for food, got beat and abused in any shape or form, women were made into sex slaves formed only to please there "masters." There are different branches; spiritual energy users rule all branches; they call spiritual energy red night because the first blood magic-user turned the world red with blood.
He soon lost his train of thought from the pain and discomforted the only thing in his head was
"Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why.....". a couple of hours later, he realized he could no longer feel and soon after he realized he was dead.
He was surprised not that he was dead but that there was no sadness or anything of the sort, but there was anger, untamable anger.
he was angry at himself for being so weak, but there was also relief that he was gone from that horrible world full of pain, suffering, and futility
He was there in the darkness for what seemed to be a million years talking to himself, letting go of his anger but keeping his desire to be strong. The relief faded, and he has always been alone, so he had no problem with it, but he would sometimes wish a person was there; he felt himself getting stronger even without a body in that darkness
"Is this my hell? Am I destined to be alone? it's not bad, or maybe I was already in hell, this is my escape "huuu" he sighed if only I were strong if only I were something more. to bad I have left my hope in this lonely dark void long ago, but if I was given another chance I would, run, jump, hide, kill, sacrifice, anything to escape death no matter the consequences or obstacles"-
He was abruptly cut off by the light and a pulling force which left him dazed; the pulling force was getting stronger and stronger as his consciousness went dark
"Uggg coougg coougghe," he coughed and thought, "where is the darkness where am-"
His thoughts were cut short by a female robotic voice "please grant me a name"