"Ryan, what do you think the world is like?" an old man asked his 17-year-old grandson Ryan, gazing out at the sun in the sky as they sat in their yard. Ryan let out a sigh and replied, "I don't know... oh, big?"
The old man chuckled, "Something like that. The world is always vast, full of decisions and choices. Every day, it becomes more unknown and fascinating as time passes. The world is always intriguing. Since I was a child, I've been eager to explore it, to discover all the amazing things it has to offer... but now I'm old, and I never got to explore it, not even a little bit." A hint of nostalgia and sadness crept into his voice, accompanied by a small, wistful smile.
Ryan's gaze remained fixed on the blue sky, his expression thoughtful. The old man sighed and asked, "Ryan, would you ever want to explore the world?"
Ryan hesitated, his voice laced with nervousness, "I don't know... I mean, exploring the world could be fun, but at the same time, it makes me a little anxious..." He wanted to stay at home, and while the idea of exploring the world had crossed his mind, it wasn't something that really sparked his interest.
The old man's smile returned, gentle and warm, as the wind rustled his gray hair. "Hahaha, Ryan, the world is full of surprises, big or small - friends, best friends, loves, battles... every day brings something new." His face was etched with wrinkles, but his eyes twinkled with kindness.
Ryan let out a sigh and replied, "Yes... you've told me that before, Grandpa..."
"Ryan, you're a good kid, and since you were little, you've always had a helping heart. Although sometimes you can be a bit shy, but that's okay, that's just part of life. Life can be tough for anyone, and we all face different kinds of obstacles as we try to become better people," the old man said with a warm smile, looking at Ryan with pride. Ryan, sitting beside him, asked, "Grandpa, what did you like to do when you were young?"
The old man's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as he began to reminisce, "Things I liked when I was young...? Ah... I always liked..."
"Before I tell you that, Ryan, can you promise me something...?" The old man asked with a gentle smile, his eyes twinkling with a hint of seriousness. Ryan's curiosity was piqued, and he replied, "Okay..."
"Ryan, always be a good person," the old man said, his voice filled with sincerity. "When someone is good, good things always come to them. Even if you think something isn't worth it, or you're afraid, there will always be hope. Because there is always hope, that spark will always be there, even if you think it isn't." The old man's expression turned nostalgic, and he continued, "I was taught that by someone who really helped me through some tough times..."
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In the vast, endless expanse of darkness, an old man sat on an old wooden chair, adorned in a top hat and a black suit from a bygone era. He gazed at the person sitting across from him, a 23-year-old man in blue casual clothes, who was frantically looking around in fear. Despite the darkness, an invisible light seemed to emanate from the area where they sat, rendering them visible.
"Hello Ryan, so it finally happened. It's unfortunate. You're still quite young..." The old man said with a gentle smile. Ryan's eyes widened in confusion, his heart racing with fear. Sweat trickled down his back as his mind reeled with endless thoughts.
The old man sighed, his expression turning somber. "I'll be direct with you, you're dead Ryan, you were run over by a truck... I think humans call it... isekai? Although I think that's what the Japanese call it." Ryan's face turned ashen, and he stammered, "D-dead...?"
The old man's smile returned, and he reassured Ryan, "Yes, calm down, your family is fine..." Ryan's expression changed to one of relief, and he asked, "Who are you?"
"Ah, me? I'm... well, I don't have a name as such, some call me god, the almighty, etc., you can call me whatever you want," the old man replied with a chuckle. "I just came to give you a second chance. I've been watching you for a while, and I want to give you a chance to have a better life. But it will be a difficult life, you will go through good and bad things, but it will be worth it. What do you think Ryan?" The old man's eyes sparkled with kindness.
"A second chance...?" Ryan murmured, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and hope. He had already died, but the prospect of a new life was tantalizing.
"So, I'm going to reincarnate?" Ryan asked, curiosity getting the better of him. The old man nodded, "Yes, a new life needs reincarnation, something natural in the universe, well, in the infinity of them. I'll give you an interesting life, a really interesting life..."
Ryan's doubts lingered, but he accepted his new life with a sense of trepidation. "So...ok...?" The old man smiled, "Well, remember this Ryan, I'll give you another chance, I won't interrupt your life at all. It will be your own life, your decisions, your choices, it's your life, so live it as you want..."
As the old man finished speaking, Ryan began to slowly disintegrate, his hands turning to dust first. Ryan's eyes widened in alarm as he watched his own body crumble away. "Oh...huh?! Is this normal!?!"
The old man's smile never wavered. "Yes, don't worry, it won't last long, Ryan. I hope to see that promise..." As Ryan's body completely dissolved into dust, he vanished into nothingness, leaving the old man alone in the darkness. The old man sighed, his eyes gleaming with a hint of expectation. "I hope to see your promise Ryan, the promise of the man of tomorrow..."
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On a sun-kissed farm, Jonathan Kent sat down to a hearty meal with his wife, Martha. "Martha, this spaghetti and meatballs is really great!" he exclaimed, his brown hair mussed from a day of hard work. Martha, with her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, took a bite and furrowed her brow. "It's not bad, but I think it's missing something..."
Jonathan chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, it's fine. You always make great food." Martha smiled and took another bite, her expression thoughtful. "Well, maybe it's not that bad..." she said, her tone teasing.
The peaceful evening was shattered without warning. The ground began to shake violently, causing the table to rattle and sway. Jonathan and Martha's dinner plates clattered against each other as the table legs scraped against the floor. A deafening roar echoed through the air, growing louder by the second. It sounded like something massive had crashed to the ground with incredible force.
"What the hell!?" Jonathan exclaimed, leaping to his feet as he grabbed Martha's arm to steady her. She was sitting next to him, her eyes wide with fear, and he quickly pulled her close to prevent her from falling. "What's going on!?" she cried out, her voice trembling with alarm.
The shaking stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving Jonathan and Martha in stunned silence. Jonathan swallowed hard and turned to Martha, his eyes serious. "Martha, stay inside," he said, his voice low and urgent.
He released her and strode over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a gun and checking it with a practiced hand. "What the hell happened?" he muttered to himself, confusion etched on his face.
Martha watched as Jonathan left the house, but as the minutes ticked by and he didn't return, she grew increasingly anxious. "I can't take it anymore," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She quickly followed Jonathan out of the house, calling out to him as she scanned the surrounding area. "Jonathan!?" But there was no response. She ran towards a figure in the distance, her heart racing with worry.
As she approached, she saw Jonathan standing in front of a large, metallic object. It was a strange, gray color, and it seemed to be emitting a faint humming noise. Martha's eyes widened as she took in the sight, and she gasped in shock as a section of the object opened, revealing a small, crying baby.
The baby was covered in a sticky, liquid substance, and Martha's maternal instincts kicked in as she slowly approached the child. Jonathan looked on in alarm as Martha reached out and gently picked up the baby, cradling it in her arms.
"Martha, what are you doing?" Jonathan exclaimed, his voice laced with worry. "He just came out of that... thing!"
But Martha just smiled warmly as the baby looked up at her with big, blue eyes. "Clark," she said, her voice soft and gentle.
Jonathan's eyes widened in confusion. "What? Clark?" But Martha just smiled again, her eyes shining with a deep affection.
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A new life...it was definitely a great decision, but...I regret it a little. I'm not upset with my new life, obviously not, it's just that...
LIVING LIKE A BABY IS ANNOYING!!
My current parents are called Jonathan and Martha Kent... The first time I heard those names, it was something...interesting. I mean, they're the same names as Clark Kent's parents, Superman. The first thing I thought was a simple coincidence of life, but then I saw that we were on a farm, in Kansas, and Smallville was nearby. This is not a coincidence...
I'm in DC...DC...AHHHHHH!!
I'm Clark Kent, Superman, that's definitely great, but I'm in a world where at any moment a super powerful guy can appear and destroy the world or galaxy if he wants. Luckily, at least I know things about DC, I'm not an expert, but I know several things, characters, powers, places, etc.
"At least I know some things..." I muttered in my 8-year-old child's voice. I was sitting on the couch watching television. My parents were in the kitchen. Pretending to be an 8-year-old is definitely complicated, but at least when I'm alone, I can act normally without behaving like a child...
It's currently 2009, and I thought I was going to be born in the 90s or so, but oh well, at least when I grow up, I'll be able to use the internet, one advantage of this Earth. I got up from the couch and walked over to a small table where they put some things. I approached and grabbed the remote control for the television. I pressed a button and changed channels. I want to watch more interesting things. Is there a movie channel?
While changing the channel, I saw several channels go by quickly, nope, nah, no way...
It sure took me a while to find those channels, huh...
Well, I'll watch this music channel, I'm kind of bored. I slowly approached the table where the remote was and was going to put it back where it was before. "Now that I think about it, some Clarks got powers at this age---" Suddenly, I heard the sound of something breaking. I looked at the table where I was going to leave the remote and saw the table broken in 2 and the TV remote, broken on the floor.
"Ah..." I said, not knowing what happened.
I gazed at the table broken in half and the controller on the floor, then looked at my hand and saw that it was intact. "Ah... wait a second..."
I approached a wall of the house, my heart racing with anticipation. I slowly brought my hand closer and pressed it against the wooden wall. "Maybe just the table was so old that it broke, I don't think that's impossible, maybe it's just a coincidence... right?"
I pressed my hand harder against the wall, and to my surprise, it broke, and my hand went through it. "Oh...damn..."
"Clark?! What happened!?!" A voice from behind me startled me, and I accidentally moved my hand, feeling it go through the wall even more. I looked with surprise and cold sweat as the wall broke even more. I quickly pulled my hand out, and the splinters of the wall fell to the floor. I took a step back and looked behind me, seeing my mother and father staring at me with their mouths open.
"Ah...the wood was...old...?" I said with a nervous smile, trying to come up with a plausible explanation for the destruction I had just caused.
"Martha, I told you..." my father said to my mother with a hint of amusement in his eyes, a knowing glint that suggested he had been expecting something like this to happen. My mother, on the other hand, looked surprised and a bit concerned, but she just shook her head and said "ah...well...maybe you were right..." in a tone that implied she was trying to process what had just happened.