"Hahahaha," My laughter was loud, but the sweat on my head betrayed my amusement," You serious?"

"Indeed, " An old-man, one with white hair and beard that reaches the ground, replied with calm absolute, "The action you did constituted a lot of good karma. Killing that rogue lieutenant prevented World War 3, "The old man gently patted the sleeping cat next to him, "To estimate the casualty… the destruction will be so immense, that there will be no nuclear weapons after it."

I scratch my cheek… really? I thought killing was bad, for many reasons. Taking a life is seen as one of the ultimate transgressions and most faith, and I just committed out of pure hate.

"Yes, killing would be unforgivable, "The old-man replied; can he read my mind, "No, you're merely too obvious… Killing is indeed a sin, but so is letting a dangerous man – whose potential for destruction is catastrophic. Right and wrong, at the grand of things don't really have any weight. But, to you humans, it might as well weigh the same as the universe itself."

I was quiet, " I guess… So what happens next? Do I get to heaven, or some place like it."

The old-man smiled, and sign, "Normally, yes. However, things have been bland lately, and to be honest working this job is not as grandiose as most lower beings would think, so maybe you could forgive this old-man's lapse of irresponsibility…"

The old man pointed at me, "I offer you reincarnation."

My face froze. Reincarnation? Like the ones in those Japanese cartoons? Where the MC is killed by a truck, meet a goddess who offers said mc… reincarnation. Hey, my situation is almost verbatim. I hear the old-man chuckling.

And what's up with this god? I thought all divine beings are… unbending and perfect. Like the archetype of the one who judges justice, but this old-man reminds of my uncle who just woke up from his afternoon sleep and is looking for coffee.

"Do I have a choice?"

"You do, what sort of jury am I if I simply force a soul. However, I will see you as lame." The old man has stupid expression on his face.

My face is flat, looking at him.

"Then…" I think, I think, well, hard.

My revenge against that asshole basically drained me of all my life. Hatred blinded each day, seeing the sun as red and all I could think was strangling him… However, after dying and talking to this strange god, I realize how much I wasted time on a person not worth an ounce of it. Sure, he is the proponent of World War 3, but I didn't know that back then and I will live happily – or die – without knowing. This is not to say I regret doing what I did, as the quote goes, "The worst sin is that you've destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing."

I want to see the beautiful pink trees in Japan, I want to see Everest once again, I would like to visit my parents once more… However, I don't think this god would just let me reincarnate as I am now – I will be changed, one way or another… It sucks, there was so much I wanted to see – and I basically destroyed my chances of doing so.

"Don't be afraid, really," The old man's voice reached me, "This process will change you, but not in the core. And you may not see the scenery of dear Earth again, this opportunity will grant you newer things to look forward to… All I asked is that you make it interesting, so what is your choice, Cain?"

"If that's the case, " I said as a smile forms, I can feel it, "Yes." 

The old-man smiled, and he took out a pen and paper, " Then let us begin…"

"Cain Black, the mortal who prevented mutual destruction, you will be reincarnated as reward for the good Karma you brought upon.

To keep balance in cosmic harmony, you will not return as you are now and not your home reality. You will keep your memories, however I shall bestow upon you the power of someone who has your name in essence.

Kayn. The Shadow Reaper, and Raast the Darkin scythe.

A power that will consume you if you betrayed yourself, a malevolent essence waiting for your downfall – however you must see to it that you live with your justice. As the Darkin is immense in its own, I shall weaken its power, and subsequently, you. This is to bring balance in the world rules, and not bring the ire of its creators.

To stay loyal with the motif of division. I will displace you in Remnant, the shattered planet. And, your mission must be to destroy the threat that borders all the lives in it to extinction. What methods you use, you are the master. However, all actions have a consequence, and like clockwork it will come back to you in some way or form.

This is the reward of the Unknown Savior, Cain.

– Signed by: Elijah."

"Wow." I commented, full of dead shock, "Underwhelming."

"We have decorum to uphold in the office, unfortunately." The god, or as in the paper, Elijah, answered with weariness.

The old man threw the paper at me, and I was about to flinch when the paper just got absorbed by me. There was no pain, nor sensation.

"What happens now?"

Elijah smiles, "Yes, now. Don't you notice, " He pointed at my arm.

Turning to look, I expect everything aside from my arm to be dissolving into blue wisp of light. The disintegration spread throughout my body, eventually only leaving my head as my final look at Elijah runs its end.

"Make sure to make it interesting~" The sagely old-man waves, and his cat wakes up and stares at me; curious, " Remember the one quote you enumerate in your mind, 'the worst mistake is making all the sacrifice and regret worthless.' I hope you take that to heart."

I didn't know if I should smile, or be nervous.

…

..

.

A shirtless young man carries a scythe, and beheads three people with one swing. Suddenly, fire erupted from the blue aura that surrounds him, this new energy is wrathful… angry. And, the young man's right arm, who carries the now corrupted scythe, spread its corruption into a demon of red and ash.

Kayn, an Ionian fighter, who is under the order of Shadows led by Zed.

Rhaast, the Fallen God Warrior who was caged by the aspect of Twilight in the Scythe. An arrogant demon, who licks his lips while murdering thousands.

And there's me, entrusted to wield these two powers. A normal human who lucked out by killing a certain general.

I shook my head, as I felt the weight of the corrupted Scythe on my back. I could hear Rhaast already trying to set up temptation, and ruination and my mind. However, by what I assume the work of Elijah, the voice of the demonic blood-god is tuned down; like the chirping of frogs outside my home. 

Looking at the river reflection, I saw my face, or at least some part of it. My right side is barely overtaken by the Darkin hold, my right eye being consumed by red. My hair is a mixture of blue and black, and its length reaches my hips. It is still my face, but has the attributes of Kayn mixed in. it is strange to look at.

To be honest, I'm a bit scared. To lose myself, and bring upon a demon who desires extinction in this new world. It is a scary weight to bear, more of a curse than blessing. I know it brings me power, I could literally feel the shadow magic and Darkin power rippling slightly in my body. However, is it worth the trouble? I don't know… but I know for certain, it's a weight I have to carry. 

[You sure?]

Suddenly, the eye on the Scythe blade narrowed slightly, and a wave of reeking malevolent energy briefly passed. The Darkin are basically demons, being an allegory of fallen angels, so this suffocating air Rhaast is exuding is natural. However, I don't have to tolerate it. My left side glows in darkish blue, as I stare down the Darkin weapon. The shadow forms briefly materializing on my face .

"Quiet."

This brief showing of the two sides of this newly acquired power attracted some… unwelcome intrusion.

I heard the trees rustle, and the ground slightly trembling; something big is moving. Without fear, I brandished the sight and made a quiet pack. I will only use my base strength as of now… I could feel the level of this incoming threat to be low, as there's no alarm in my intuition.

The threat, or beast, made itself known. A bear in form, larger in size. Its body is larger than any grizzlies I've seen, and it certainly doesn't have the face of a normal one. A boney white-mask, with red markings lining its sockets, which hold its yellowish-red gaze. It exudes negative energy, it has the same vibe as Rhaast but a lot weaker, also the malevolence is dissimilar than the Darkin.

"This one is more instinctive."

The monster-bear, taking my scent and seeing me, immediately rushed without hesitation. A roar that shook the trees, and disrupted the birds hiding in their nest. The slow trembling of the ground became intense 

The bear tried ramming into me, and I could feel the air condensing before it made contact.

The bear passed, and it looked to see no human crushed by its weight. It turned and looked around, but it didn't see me.

[Primitive.]

That one I agree with.

I stood on the bear's back, and placed my lead foot on its neck. Sensing the wright on its back, it roars and flails its body to shake me off, however my Scythe is already heading to its neck.

The wind howled, and the bear's head fell on the ground.

I jumped out, and shook the blood off the Scythe.

"For all its strength, it doesn't have a lot up there huh?" I murmured, watching in curiosity as the monster-bear's body disintegrated into black smoke. 

First welcome into the new world.

"Very nice I guess." 

I heard Rhaast grumbles in boredom.