It was an ordinary day like any other for a young man named Michael. He was in his early twenties and worked in a factory, a shitty pay and a hardcore work for little to no benefit at all, just to barely survive and provide something for himself.
Despite being a rather tall and not bad-looking looking, he wasn't interested in bothering to find a girlfriend or wife to settle with. He believed that he couldn't provide and keep up with the standards of the modern woman, and not like he didn't want to either.
Often, he would feel the need for love and sex, but he suppressed it until it was locked deep down in his heart somewhere. However, he still cast a glance when a pretty woman passed by, even if he tried not to look, not in a creepy way but rather an approving one.
He worked hard so that he could help his parents live a more enjoyable life. The world economy was in ruins, especially in his country. With no hope of any better future for the world and himself, Michael lived day by day like a working rat.
Michael, in his free time, would often just read books as he had deleted all social media before, and stopped using the PC too. He would fall into writing light novels and fan fiction, writing a world where he could do whatever he wanted and where the world would look however he wanted it to be.
Even though he was depressed, he wasn't suicidal; he believed in God and a better life after death, so he pushed forward despite the state of his mind and world. No friends either, he often went for a walk with his parents or their friends.
One day during the hot summer Michael was laying bored in his bed, he was also proud of himself for stopping watching porn and masturbating. He would get tempted at times, but he managed to resist it, which was a huge accomplishment for him after years of being addicted.
His large figure lay in the bed until his boredom got the better of him, and Michael decided to go outside and buy himself an ice cream. Stomping down from his apartment, Michael passed the street and headed toward the mini market that was nearby.
"Man... today's Sun really is scorching hard," Michael murmured as he waited for a green light to pass the street. He waited for half a minute while drenched in sweat until the green light turned on.
He passed it without a problem until two men on a badass-looking bike stopped by the pavement. The next moment, one of them revealed a pistol.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Three shots came straight into his body, one to the chest, another shot hit his throat, and a final one hit his head. They were precise and deadly; they were fired by professional killers who knew how not to waste their shots.
His last thought as he fell onto the hot, hard concrete was, What did he do wrong? Whom did he wrong in such a way to be executed like that on the street? He could swear that he didn't have any enemies since he was just a hardworking worm.
But that wasn't important now as his mind faded; those shots were fatal without any way of someone being able to survive from them. He closed his eyes for one final time and died, not feeling pain but rather confusion on why this happened.
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Michael suddenly woke up in a panic, breathing heavily as the air around him smelled like divinity. He brushed his eyes and noticed that he was somewhere else, the air didn't smell polluted, and the sky looked healthy blue, like from his childhood memories.
He slowly stood up and noticed that he was in the forest, fully naked, that is, and somehow he could see without his eyes getting irritated by the Sunlight. Since he always had to wear sunglasses when going outside.
Panic began to set in as he was naked and didn't know how he would return to his home like this; he searched around for anything and found a small, clear pond. The pond looked like drinking from it would be blissful, much unlike the pond in the forest he often used to go.
He approached it and dropped to his butt when he saw his reflection, a silver haired young man with a pretty face unlike before. He looked different now; he wasn't as tall as before, but still standing above average.
"What... what has happened to me.."
His new look