" hah... my head hurts..."
His vision was blurry, as he opened his eyes but he could see that he was in a closed white room. He was on a chair with a desk in front of him and on the opposite side of the desk a hooded figure whose face was not visible .
" Where am I and Who is this guy "
The hooded figure spoke " Hi Mr Viduthal .... I am A4300230140 from the Association of A ..... You must be feeling a little disoriented after dying,.... I am really sorry for your losses .... but we don't have much time so i will be quick..."
Viduthal was unable concentrate properly since his head was hurting but he thought
" what is this guy blabbering about, ... wait he said i am dead..."
Hooded guy continued, " you don't need to worry about anything , I have calculated everything and pulled many strings... I am 100% sure that you will be the greatest warrior ever.... we don't have time, so i will make this short. You will transmigrate into the body of a 10 year old boy called Aze, someone who was born with unimaginable intellect and heavenly talents. But he will only live till the age of 10 , this is also destiny.
I have seen a great opportunity for the future, if we transfer your soul into the body of this 10 year old before his soul completely disappears, theoretically you should be able to absorb his injured soul and make his body your own.....yours is the only soul that i found is compatible with that boys after searching and waiting for so long.... if everything goes as planned you will be an emperor no a god if you could completely grasp this opportunity.
I am transferring a small piece of memory regarding the future of the world that Aze lives in and I have already placed a seal on the body of Aze which will help you to immediately integrate with his body and soul.... the guards will be here anytime i need to go now, you will have a better understanding after digesting the memory.... Ok then we will meet again...see ya "
Viduthal didn't understand much as he was becoming much more groggy... but he could still hear....
after the hooded guy went away, he could hear some commotion was happening outside...and he heard.
" hey who are you... how did you get in here..."
baam...
" why are you still conscious ... that should have knocked you out like in those movies and novels.... wait don't take out your weapon... why don't we talk this through like civilized people ..."
bang ....
" he got away catch him...everyone focus on the intruder.. catch him... he might have done something, investigate everything..."
" sir the gate is opening automatically.."
"What ...isn't the gate supposed to open after half an hour... quickly stop it, that guy must have done something...."
Viduthal could only feel that something was pulling him and he was like floating through the air, then he could feel some other force trying to pull him back to the other side, it became something like a tug of war which resulted in the guy feeling unimaginable pain... but finally one pull overcame the other and he was released at last with injuries....
.....
In a planet called Thera which had a very identical development as to that of the 21st century Earth.
There was a country called Norse, it was a well developed nation but as in almost everywhere, there is the shiny side of the country as well as the shady side.
Today was supposed to be a big event for the underworld community, as two major gangs were joining hands to start a new partnership, forgetting many past rivalries.
The boss of the Golden haired demon and the boss of the Heavenly beasts gang's were meeting inside a private resort in order to talk about the terms of their cooperation.
But unlike what the outside world thought, the room in which the so called meeting was to take place was filled with corpses.
The leader of the golden haired demon was, Aesir Norman A well built middle aged man with black spiked hair, raven eyes , trimmed beard and mustaches. What stood out about this person above everything was an indomitable and prideful aura.
But this man who could be considered a king among men was now succumbing to his death with great regret in his heart.
He had a thin sharp knife stabbed to his stomach from the side. There were around five or six bullet wounds on his chest leaking blood.
The surprising thing was that even with all these injuries his attire was not one bit mismatched, even death couldn't steal the gentlemanly and prideful aura that he exuded.
He summoned the last bit of energy to slowly lift his hand and fix his red tie one last time as he remembered a beautiful memory .
A beautiful woman arranged his coat and fixed his tie, with a strict face.
" How many times have I told you Aesir ... A gentleman should always maintain his appearances and dignity, even in his death bed..."
Aesir was just happy that he could remember such a fond memory before he completely closed his eyes....