"SILENCE!" The commanding voice boomed, echoing through the hall and demanding the immediate attention of all present. Every gaze was drawn upward, fixated on the mesmerizing ball of light that hovered in the air, emanating a radiant glow. Confusion and curiosity swirled among the survivors, their minds grappling to comprehend the extraordinary sight before them. However, despite their bewilderment, they remained hushed, their anticipation mounting as they awaited the following words.
"Thee are the last remaining people of Planetarian Number 113, what thou called Earth," the resounding voice of the light ball declared, infused with an air of authority that left no room for doubt. "By virtue of the contract between the Universe Union Regulator and First Earth Exploration, we shall grant thee immunity and ensure the continuance of humanity's existence," the light ball continued, its voice resonating with solemnity and purpose. Murmurs and whispers rippled through the crowd, the weight of this revelation settling upon their shoulders as they struggled to comprehend its implications.
"Silence! Speak not until I have finished my notice," the ball reiterated, its words cutting through the murmuring voices and restoring order within the hall.
"Thee shall listen carefully to what I am about to say," the ball continued, its words carrying a profound significance that hung in the air like an unspoken promise. "As the last survivors of Earth, thou art faced with two choices."
Amidst the palpable tension, Fidon, a young man whose intellect shone brightly, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with unwavering curiosity and indomitable determination.
And once again, the resounding voice of the light ball filled the hall, its words carrying a weight that seemed to reverberate through the very souls of the survivors.
"First, thee may choose Reincarnation, embarking on a journey to restart life and experience the miracle of birth once more," the light ball proclaimed, its tone both authoritative and compassionate. "However, I must remind thee that in this choice, thy memories shall be wiped out entirely, their significance transformed into a blank slate. Take heed, for thou shalt possess no authority over the circumstances of thy next life."
"Second, thee may choose to continue thy existence, traversing into another world," the ball continued, its voice resonating with a sense of solemnity. "But, I, as the regulator, do not possess the authority to determine which world thou shalt enter. Kindly remember this as thou make thy decision."
As the survivors absorbed the weight of these choices, their minds swirled with emotions and uncertainties. The implications were profound, and the impact of their decisions would shape their destinies forever.
Whispers filled the air as the survivors exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mixture of hope, fear, and profound contemplation. Some clutched their hearts, feeling the weight of the decision pressing upon their chests. Others wiped away tears, torn between the desire for a fresh start and the fear of losing the memories and experiences that defined their very existence. The room was filled with a palpable tension, as each individual grappled with their own internal battles, seeking a path that would both honor their past and embrace the potential of an uncertain future.
Amidst the collective turmoil, a brave voice broke through the silence, its tone filled with a mix of determination and curiosity. "May we ask questions?" a survivor inquired, their eyes fixed on the radiant light ball.
The ball's voice resounded once more, its words carrying a sense of authority. "Thou may ask questions, but it is up to me to deem whether they have been sufficiently answered," it declared.
"Do you mean that in reincarnation, we get to start fresh, without any memories from our previous life?" a young man asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
The survivors exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a sense of wonder and unease. Whispers filled the air as they contemplated the idea of a fresh start, stripped of all their past experiences and knowledge.
"Yes, thou would be reborn without any memories from the previous world. It is a clean slate," the light responded, its ethereal glow pulsating gently.
A collective sigh escaped the survivors, their shoulders slumping as they absorbed the weight of losing everything they had ever known. Some clutched their hearts, feeling the void that would be left behind by the absence of cherished memories.
The middle-aged man, standing alongside his wife and child, stepped forward, his voice tinged with hope. "Who or what are you? If I choose to remain here and get transported together, does that mean I can still live with my family?"
A glimmer of longing filled the eyes of the survivors, their gazes shifting towards their loved ones standing beside them. The room fell into a solemn silence, anticipation hanging in the air.
"For that, I have already stated that I am one of the regulators of the universe, or thou called Gods. There is no need for further inquiry," the light declared with a hint of authority. "As for your next question, yes, thou would be transported together. However, I must reiterate that I have no knowledge of the world thou shalt belong to."
A mixture of relief and uncertainty washed over the survivors. They held onto each other tightly, finding solace in the possibility of staying together, yet grappling with the unknown fate that awaited them.
Then, A timid young man, barely eighteen, mustered the courage to speak up. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Is it possible to be reincarnated into fantasy worlds? I mean, worlds with magic and supernatural phenomena."
The survivors leaned in, their eyes widening with curiosity. Whispers of excitement and fascination filled the room as they contemplated the potential of being reborn into realms where magic and otherworldly wonders existed.
The light ball paused, its radiant glow flickering momentarily before responding, "There is a possibility that thou may be reincarnated into what thou calleth 'magic worlds,' as many realms possess supernatural abilities." Sensing a desire to move on, the light ball declared, "Enough questions for now. It is time for thee to make thy choice."