----[One Month Earlier]
'What's this?', I thought as I sat up in the hospital room. The pungent smell of antiseptics invaded my nostrils as I removed the cotton from my ears and nose.
My mind was foggy with confusion as I surveyed the room. The machines were shut down, and the sheets were draped over my body. But it wasn't my body. The atmosphere, surroundings, and even the body I was in were unfamiliar to me.
Suddenly, the sound of plates crashing snapped my attention to the door. A nurse entered, holding a notepad and a syringe. Her expression of fear only added to my confusion.
"Y-yo-you a-re alive?" she stuttered, her voice laced with disbelief.
Realization dawned on me. I died. My head was torn apart from my body, and there was no way a minor god like me could survive such an injury. But then, a thought struck me. Did my soul get transferred to a different body?
