As the sun set, the sky went into a mirage of pink and orange, the clouds as fluffy as ever; the people bussing up and down the street with murmurs and chatters. In an alleyway, where there was a pile of rubbish as steep as a mountain slope and as filthy as sewerage, a fat triple-chinned man with stubble across his face wearing a stained vest and obvious undersized pants lay.

He sighed to himself,

"If only... if only I could restart life, I wouldn't make the same mistakes I did now."

"Perhaps I would actually try to get strong and protect people."

"A- And I would actually try to get smart!"

In that moment his eyes gleamed white, he saw a spectrum of colours around him; a strange white figure who had an omnipotent, immortal aura to him moaned,

"man it's boring being a god nowadays, no one interesting to look over."

"You said you wanted a do-over of life right?"

The fat man quivered as tiny shivers erupted into his knees forcing him to collapse to the ground.