He had not resigned himself to the opportune destiny; he just knew that being completely immobile, with no will to vote and a weak conscience, taking an emotional role in such a situation would be inopportune.
His main priority at the moment was to maintain that slight glimmer of consciousness in his analytical capabilities, in case there was an opportunity to get out of this pressing situation.
Although jokes about orphans, handicapped, and creepy old people were intertwined in his thoughts, he was doing his best...
Suddenly, small strands of purple-colored energy spread out from consciousness, forming a nerve center in the energy armor
"Is this the sensation of hair growing on the balls?"
Finally, when most of the armor was covered, a new take-off happened. From the ground to the sky instantly; As if boasting prodigious flying ability.
Frederick marveled at the sight. Gigantic horizons before him appeared, but were covered by immense amounts of sand.
"America would be amazed."
And though the take-off was in incredible swiftness, when he began again a journey, furrowing the skies, it was made at a moderate speed; As if he had confusion as to the direction
As if it were the journey of 40 years, skies furrowed, mountains flew over, prairies watched, lakes without end, in a perfect cycle of nature
Skies in all their forms, white as the garb of a god, black as the ink of a art, golden as the witness of a new age, and crisscrossed, rainbows as if the bridge from mortality to divinity
"Is the splendid, endless sky the limitless work of every living being?"
He observed mountains of different heights and shapes, in different seasons and at different altitudes. Who penetrated the clouds and were owners of a diverse ecology.
"Can man own the character of a mountain, which penetrates the highest jewel and harbors life?"
Varied lakes were on their way, some with unusual shapes, others abundant in the garbage that did not allow their natural flow. Some ceaseless, with a violent current, others with a calm and tranquil one.
"Is it the way of magnificence, to understand the states of the lakes?"
His analytical recollection had become lost in the beauty of nature. In his extensive pondering, he had even given less importance to evidence of intelligent work, such as ruins and occupied constructions.
From one moment to the next, the rapidity increased to such an extent that he reached the point where his reverie brought him out of his dreamy state.
"I'm Frederick, and I'm a born fucker. Wait, no."
The direction had been purposeful, to the point that every second, the speed increased. His desert terrain quickly changed to a thriving nature; Until suddenly, below him, he visualized the image of what looked like a city
The ground on which he stood, he could not judge it accurately and profoundly, as he was quickly drawn gravitationally.
He even passed through what he understood to be a ceiling until, finally, he was in complete darkness. Back into nothingness...
Here he was not only accompanied by the feeling of nothingness but by a perpetual feeling of warmth. Which embraced him with extreme warmth.
As if the divine concept of love, affection, and gentleness, had given rise to life just to embrace him especially.
But he had not lost himself in this feeling, pleasant as it was, she was not the Goddess Hestia; she had no breasts to establish the idea of being eternally embraced.
At first, he had slowly begun to regain consciousness, until He had reached a point where He exploded; He had recovered... completely.
So, in addition to coming up with jokes classified as light-hearted humor, he had been reflecting on his situation. Although his conception of time was irregular, he had common sense: He knew it had been a long time.
So, simply by connecting a few dots, he concluded that it was a "strange" reincarnation; in fact, he had spent more time wishing he wasn't born into an Asian family.
He in his previous life had been black, and proud of it. Even though the doctor had said that his black egg was due to testicular cancer.
But finally came the day of his birth into an Asian family.
Not really, because even in his confusion, the first face he saw was that of a beautiful woman.
Caucasian face, and curly blonde hair which became a hegemonic display in combination with her large red iris eyes, making her an undisputed hegemony in terms of aesthetics.
The red eyes were of great impression to him, as to his knowledge they only appeared in albinos when exposed to the sun.
"Wh-who is she?"
His consciousness had again entered a state of weakness.
[Name: Perla Battlemman.
Status: Princess of Athens City-State.
Brief description: Perla Battlemman, is a descendant of the Battlemman Family and daughter of the current King of Athena's City-State. A very intelligent, cunning, and intriguing princess]...