Everything appeared blurry. Everything appeared darker through his eyes. He could make out the faint outline of something before him but it was all coated in thin sheet of black.
[Where am I. What is this place. What happened...]
Thoughts floated around his head as he tried to comprehend this sudden situation but even those thoughts sounded loud. Everything was still. Everything was silent to his ears. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, thoughts stuck at the base of his throat. Then he tried to move his body, all the parts, just any part but he could not. He couldn't move himself at all. Then he tried to think of all possible answers for his thoughts but his brain felt like a mush of questions with no feasible answers. He felt lost. He felt like he was floating further and further away from somewhere.
Then he remembered.
[Ah I died.]
The words floated around him. He didn't say that. It said it for itself. Slowly memories flashed in front of his eyes like a broken video recorder. He died. No, he was killed. He was sacrificed. He remembered how he started his day. He remembered how it went. He remembered how it ended.
[So, this is how I die?]
It's not like he had any regrets, though he did regret the way he died. Well, it's not like you get kidnapped and sacrificed by a cult on a normal basis or anything. He could have posted it on his social media as 'a unique way to die' but he had quite literally died, unfortunately, so yeah.
[So, this is what you call after life.]
Again, his thoughts manifested themselves in strings of golden words in front of him. It was quite annoying, being able to read his own thoughts like this but it was welcomed. He couldn't speak, everywhere he looked there was only darkness, and the stillness of this whole situation freaked him so, even this small light of annoyance was welcomed.
[But what am I going to do now.]
He wondered as all the struggles left his body. He stopped trying to fight for control of his body, stopped the unusual beating of his heart, stopped trying to breathe. Now that he thinks about it, he wasn't breathing but why was his heart still beating. There was a low small thump-thump-thump going inside his chest. So, he ignored his thoughts and focused on the new sounds.
[Lup-dup ... Lup-dup ... Lup-dup ...]
His ears were filled with this sound and before his eyes were the words again in bright golden and- Oh look it's a butterfly. A what-
Before he could interpret the sudden butterfly, the golden words broke down into hundreds of them then surrounded him. The black, seamless surroundings were suddenly painted bright and golden due to them. So bright that it started to hurt his eyes. He quickly closed them, his hands automatically moving to cover them as he shrieked away from the light source. Wait! He can move again!
"Young Master!!!"
And he landed on something hard, pretty hard at that. Pain caused him to open his eyes and mouth with a quite whine. 'Where did this ground come from.' Were his first thought before his eyes met the white walls in front of him. Had those butterflies made him blind or had he started to hallucinate. But soon he was answered in refutation to both possibilities.
"Young Master! You are finally awake. Finally, the ancestors have heard our plea. His lord will be so happy. Please wait, I'll call everyone."
It was a lot to take in for someone who had just woken up. He turned his head towards the source of the voice but the person was already running out of the door. He frowned. 'Where am I.' He felt like he had repeated that sentence about a hundred times now.
His eyes then moved away from the door to the walls which were clean white from top to bottom without a single speck of anything in them to the ceiling which was bright red, 'who thought it was a good idea' to the place where he just fell off from. A bed. He quietly got up, his body obeying him surprisingly and got on the bed, pulled on the covers too. The minute hand moved.
"I GOT REINCARNATED!?!?"
Please ignore him. He is like that sometimes.
"No no no. It's not reincarnation. I got transmitted."
His eyes gleamed in pure excitement as he rocked back and forth on the bed. He had read about it. Stories of reincarnation and transition into another world were quite popular nowadays. The type where you reincarnate into a fantasy world or the world of a novel you read and grow super powerful and beat everyone and they worship you. He thought he had a meaningless death but this, wha~ this was so cool.
He couldn't contain his smile. It even flared after he heard several footsteps coming towards the room.
'Here comes my new life. What will it be. Am I going to be the chosen hero that is going to save this world or am I the sick villain that is going to save himself from being killed or am I the forgotten prince fighting for the throne or am I the strongest magician in this world hiding my true identity.'
So many possibilities and he was so ready for it.
The door opened and the first person he saw was a person wearing a white coat. A doctor. As their eyes met, the doctor gave him a sweet smile. He took a step in and suddenly his smile dropped. His eyes grew big like a saucer and then he let out the wildest scream. He collapsed on the floor, still screaming incomprehensible words. He screamed on the top of his lungs until he was crying. Crying tears of blood. Blood flowed out of his eyes like water from a broken dam.
"Young Master! Are you alright-" A maid worriedly asked as she looked at the man in front of her in horror. She tried to bypass the man and come to him but she too suddenly fell on her knees. "Young-" Her next words were vomited out of her. She coughed hysterically covering her mouth with her hand but the vomit still seeped out. She vomited until she was only heaving red.
"What was happening? What is this?"
His thoughts turned into words slipping from his mouth. A man who looked like in his early forties had just wadded passed the withering bodies, stopped. He grabbed his ears and just like the first man, began shouting loudly. He scratched his ears until his nails got the skin rolling out of his face. Blood began oozing from his scratch marks and he became so violent that he teared one of his ears off.
What is this? He thought he was finally living his dreams so, WHAT IS THIS?
[SYSTEM WARNING!!!]
[PLEASE READ THE INSTRUCTIONS AND FOLLOW ACCORDINGLY]
\Instructions;
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. Do not let them see
. Do not hear
. Do not let them hear
. Do not kill
. Do not let them kill\