For years, I wondered what came after death. In my case, it was reincarnation. After all, no one expects to die while walking through their own neighborhood; for me, it happened during a robbery. And here I am, in this white space, waiting for nothing to happen.
After a long time, someone arrived in that white void: a gentleman who looked exactly like Morgan Freeman.
"My son, have you been waiting for long?" "Morgan Freeman" asked.
I thought to myself: "Actually, I haven't been waiting that long. I think my sense of time is broken because I haven't been here for long—a few hours at most, but it felt like days."
"I see. It's good that you didn't wait long," he said.
"Wait a second, can you read my thoughts?" I asked, incredulous.
"Of course! After all, I am God," said the man, laughing.
"I see... how stupid of me," I replied, laughing at myself. "Well, where do I go now?" I asked God.
"You have two options: reincarnate in another world with all your memories, or reincarnate in your own world without any memories," God said with a smile.
"Well, I want to reincarnate in another world. I don't want to lose my memories."
"Very well, you have two choices: the Marvel Universe or the world of Teen Wolf," God said.
"Will I reincarnate with some kind of advantage?" I asked.
"Of course. In the Marvel Universe, you would have super-intelligence at the level of Reed Richards. In the Teen Wolf universe, you'd be a Werelion—half wolf, half lion—who can become a Lion King, the equivalent of an Alpha werewolf," God explained.
"I'm definitely going to the Teen Wolf universe! I wouldn't stand a chance in the Marvel Universe without a lot of luck and 'plot armor,' even with Reed Richards' intelligence."
"Well, since you've chosen the Teen Wolf universe, I'll send you there as a natural-born Werelion," God decided.
"Could you send me with some money? I don't want to struggle financially," I asked with high expectations.
"Of course. You'll belong to a wealthy family. Your new father is an ancient Alpha werewolf, and your new mother is a very strong Werelion—just not quite as strong as an Alpha like your father."
"Thank you, Morgan Freeman... or rather, God, for this opportunity!" I said, grateful.
"You're welcome, my son. May you live your new life with happiness."
"Now, it's time for you to go."
God snapped his fingers, and everything went black.