Kyle Castle was a 35-year-old billionaire.
Although his wealth started from his inheritance, it was thanks to his genius mindset. Kyle was able to amass such generational wealth.
Having hundreds of millions of dollars at his disposal, He stood at the pinnacle of the world, owning multiple real estates, restaurants, and fashion brands.
He was the envy of the world.
Who wouldn't be jealous of a 6'5 young billionaire?
Many wished they were him but unfortunately , there could only be one Kyle Castle.
While some were envious of his wealth, some loved him.
Kyle was a charismatic figure, a man both famous and infamous at the same time. Always the center of headlines.
But Kyle had a problem.
He was a porn addict and a womanizer. Lusting after everything that wore skirts, this made him hated.
But despite his infamy. Many were still drawn to him, young girls lusted after him, and married women were forcing themselves on him. Years back, It was already common knowledge that Kyle had a very long third leg.
And that made women drool over him, accumulating thousands of bodies in the process.
But in the end, that was the reason why he's dead.
Yes, He died.
Assassinated by an unknown senator who caught Kyle sleeping with his wife. Kyle paid dearly for his insatiable lusts.
The desire to f*** anything. As long as they wore skirts.
One moment, he was swimming in his penthouse, with dozens of women gathered over him.
Careesing his hairy chest as the music blared.
The next moment, he was nothing but a floating corpse, gunned to the neck by a bolt-action rifle from hundreds of yards away, his blood turning the pool crimson.
What about the women? They fled the scene.
Who would wait after seeing a man struck in the neck by a rifle?
Kyle's consciousness wandered around in the abyss. All he could see was absolute darkness.
A void.
Based on some religions. If a person dies, their soul will face judgment and be sent to either heaven or hell.
Kyle waited for hell. There was no chance he would enter heaven.
For he was a sinful and lustful man even at the time of his death.
He waited endlessly, but judgment never came. Hell never came.
Trapped in the endless void.
How long has it been?
Hours? Days? Months? Years? Decades? Centuries? Millennials?
Just as his consciousness floated through the endless abyss.
An unfamiliar object erupted from the endless void.
[Transmigration Alert!]
Kyle opened his eyes to see himself standing in an unfamiliar world. The white expanse stretched out before him.
A void filled with an intense, radiating light that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
He stood naked, his form vulnerable yet somehow liberated in the vast, ethereal space.
He was shocked. He couldn't feel his long third leg anymore; his brows furrowed. "Where am I?" He asked.
He raised his head, his eyes narrowed as he looked around, and he saw others, their bodies reduced to simple, faceless silhouettes, white, humanoid forms devoid of defining features.
Their faces were smooth and blank, their private contours obscured. Despite the anonymity, there was a sense of serene unity among them.
Just then, a voice echoed from the crowd, "What's going on? Wasn't I on Earth just now? How did I get here?"
From the tone, Kyle discerned the voice belonged to a girl.
Another spoke out, "I died in a car accident just a few minutes ago, is this heaven?"
"No. This can't be heaven, I was a thief before my death, I died while robbing a house, if there's a place I should be, it should be hell"
"I agree. I was a corrupt politician before my death. I was assassinated by my political enemies. I should be in hell," A voice chipped in.
"If this ain't heaven nor hell. Where the hell are we?"
Kyle heaved in relief. Although he's still feeling tense but seeing that he wasn't the only one in this situation.
This made him relaxed but he confirmed something.
Everyone standing in this void expanse is already dead. They could only hear each other's voices but could not see each other.
They were summoned into this space by something. But what could that thing be?
Kyle wondered but he could never dare to guess. Although he was a genius when it came to his businesses and making profits.
But things like this were unfamiliar to him. He chose to remain calm, not overreacting or speaking out.
He waited and listened quietly to the complaints of those who couldn't contain their uneasy feelings in this unfamiliar world.
Just as the noise became more intense and louder, Kyle's brows furrowed. "Something's coming," He muttered.
In the midst of the shimmering void, a doorway materialized, its presence both sudden and serene.
The door itself was an enigma, its surface etched with symbols that seemed to dance in the light.
As the doorway solidified, an elderly man emerged, his tall frame draped in a black suit that seemed almost antiquated.
His presence caused all noise to wither away as they gazed at him, their eyes shone with curiosity.
"Who is this man?" They all wondered.
The elderly man gently stroked his long beard with a smile, his steps measured, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity as he walked out of the mystical portal.
Gently raising his head, while they couldn't see each other. He could see their true forms clearly.
This void only kept the anonymity of the summoned entities, keeping their identities a secret from each other.
His lips twitched for a second "Once every ten thousand years, a new star is born. Birthing a new cosmos, a new dimension"
"The gates to the afterlife are closed. You wandering souls have been chosen by Fate"
"Right now, you all will ascend into the realm of gods and will become one yourself, you've a role to play, a task to govern this newly formed dimension"
"Welcome to the God Game"