The air grew thick with the scent of rain. Dark clouds rolled across the sky, swallowing the last traces of sunlight. The wind howled through the trees, rattling the leaves like whispered warnings.

A deep, guttural rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, shaking the very air around it. The world seemed to pause, as if waiting for the inevitable downpour.

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"It looks like it's going to rain," Mike muttered to himself, quickening his pace. "I need to get home before it starts."

Mike had always been an ordinary guy—nothing special about him. He worked a boring job at a supermarket, earning just enough to survive. At 22 years old, he was still a virgin, a fact that gnawed at him every single day. He desperately wanted to experience sex, especially with older, more experienced women. MILFs, married women—they were his ultimate fantasy.

But life had never been fair to Mike. Despite his efforts, he never found a woman willing to give him a chance. His coworkers barely noticed him, and the few women he approached either laughed him off or ignored him completely.

That evening, after a long shift, Mike clocked out, stretched his arms, and let out a sigh.

"Another damn day wasted," he muttered under his breath.

The supermarket doors slid open, revealing the night sky. It was already drizzling, and the streetlights flickered against the wet pavement. Mike pulled his thin jacket tighter around himself and stepped outside, beginning his long walk home.

The cold rain hit his skin, but he didn't mind. He liked the feel of it—cool, refreshing, almost like it was washing away his frustrations.

Halfway home, the drizzle turned into a downpour. The streets were almost empty, except for the occasional passing car. Mike sighed and quickened his pace.

He reached an intersection, where the traffic light was flickering yellow. He looked both ways. The road was slick with water, making it hard to see through the heavy rain.

He hesitated.

Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.

That was when he heard it.

A loud, blaring horn.

A pair of blinding headlights.

And then—impact.

Mike didn't even have time to react before his world turned into pain. His body was sent flying like a ragdoll, and for a brief moment, he felt his bones snap, his lungs collapse, and his heart stop.

Then—darkness.

....

"Wake up, Mike."

A soft, feminine voice echoed in his ears.

Mike's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped. Expecting pain—but there was none. Instead, he found himself standing in an endless white void.

Everything was silent, peaceful, yet deeply unsettling.

In front of him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She had long, silver hair that flowed like silk, her golden eyes radiating warmth and power. She wore a pure white dress, which glowed with a divine aura. She wasn't just beautiful—she was ethereal.

Mike blinked. "W-What the hell… Where am I?"

The woman clasped her hands together. "You're dead."

Mike's breath caught in his throat. Dead? No. That couldn't be right. He was just walking home—

"You were hit by a truck," the woman continued in a gentle voice. "I deeply apologize, but… there's been a mistake."

Mike's heart pounded. "A… mistake?"

She nodded. "Yes. You weren't supposed to die today. Your death was an accident. It was due to an unfortunate miscalculation on our part."

Mike clenched his fists. "Then send me back!"

The woman hesitated before shaking her head. "That's not possible."

Mike's stomach dropped. "What do you mean it's not possible?"

She sighed. "Your body was… destroyed. Burned beyond recognition."

Mike's mind went blank.

His body… was gone? Completely burned?

He had no way of returning?

"So, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Mike demanded. "You guys screwed up! Shouldn't you at least fix it?"

The angel's golden eyes softened. "We can't return you to your old body. But… we can offer you another chance."

Mike frowned. "Another chance?"

She gave a gentle nod. "Reincarnation."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Reincarnation? Like… being reborn?"

"Yes. But not in the world you came from." She took a step closer. "We will send you to another world. A world where magic and supernatural powers exist. A world where you could live a new life—with all the desires and experiences you missed in your previous one."

Mike's eyes widened. "Magic? Superpowers?"

The angel smiled. "Yes. And this time, you will have opportunities that were never available to you before."

Mike's mind raced. A new world? A second chance at life? Could he really pass this up?

"But… I'll be reborn, right?" Mike asked cautiously. "Like, as a baby?"

The angel nodded. "Yes. You will start from infancy. Your soul and personality will remain, but over time, your memories of this conversation will fade as you grow into your new life."

Mike took a deep breath. This was insane. Unbelievable.

But what choice did he have? His old life was gone.

A second life… in a magical world?

"...Fine," he said. "I accept."

The angel's smile widened. "Then let us begin."

A bright golden light engulfed Mike, and his consciousness faded into warmth.

Rebirth in Another World....

The first thing Mike felt was softness.

Warmth surrounded him, and his body felt… strange. Small. Weak.

His senses were different, muffled, like he was hearing the world through a thick barrier.

A woman's voice cooed softly. "He's beautiful…"

Mike felt himself being lifted, his tiny body wrapped in something warm. He was being held.

His blurry vision adjusted slightly, revealing the face of a woman.

She had long, wavy brown hair, gentle eyes, and a warm smile. She looked… gorgeous.

Mike wanted to speak. He wanted to ask where he was, what was happening—but only a tiny, helpless cry came out.

This is real.

This is my new life.

He had been reborn.