Overlord Ares
“Hasta never signed up for this “Soul Project” the scientists were talking about. But here he was: very well alive. In a new body. On a new planet. Ares. Far from Earth. Far from everything he cared about!
What year was it? Was his only family, his beloved sister alive? Did she transmigrate too? Did she die at the time? Did he die himself after all? Where was he, and how far from Earth? How much time passed? Who? How? Why?
His heart rate was constantly spiking, and a few doctors approached the unsealed glass room. One of them bent over the bed to look at his facial features with strange instruments.
"He is conscious," he whispered.
But even though his voice was very low, his two female coworkers turned around in complete sync.
"Conscious?"
"Let me see."
They started osculating him maniacally like he was a bizarre but very precious specimen. He did not feel their touch on him, as his skin seemed entirely anesthetized. But their behavior made Hasta even sicker and more frantic. Instinctual fear and anger were growing in his mind. He felt this urge to break all their skulls on something. He wanted to scream, struggle, break jail, and return to Earth. His place was not there! However, no matter how much he tried, he could not move an inch. He felt so powerless he was crying in feeling, but no tears were dropped, no muscles twitched. He was trapped inside a dormant body.
He despaired for a long time into excruciating ignorance and disorientation. Every second became an eternity. After three days, he finally started to calm down. He became more introspective et started to remember his unsatisfactory death and his regrets too. He wondered: could this nightmarish rebirth be a benediction in disguise?"
