"Die, you son of a bitch!" The shout cut through the air, sharp and angry. A boot slammed into his side, and he coughed, blood spitting from his mouth. His body hurt badly, vision was going blurry. Another kick, harder, and everything went dark. He wasn't moving anymore. Dead. A cold voice laughed. "No problem. My dad'll handle it."
"I've been a loser my whole life anyway, even if I died, there is no one to cry about it"
He woke up in darkness, floating, no body, no pain. Just nothing. Am I dead? he thought. A deep voice spoke, calm but big, like it filled the whole world. "Do you remember how you died?"
"Yeah," he said, his voice weird without a mouth. "I asked a girl out. She was with a gang leader's son. He beat me up. Killed me."
The voice—God, he figured—spoke again. "You're not mad? Don't want revenge?"
He laughed, a small, empty sound. "I don't feel anything now. No pain, no body. It's like I'm not even me anymore. I can't even remember how dying hurt."
"That's normal," God said. "You're a soul now. No body, no weight."
He paused, curious. "What happens next? Who are you?"
"I'm God," the voice said, simple but strong. "I had a deal with your father."
"My father?" He felt a sting in his chest, even without one. "I never met him."
"He worked for me till he died," God said. "He asked me to bring you back to another world, with special powers. Cheat powers. But there were rules: he had to stay single, not die of old age, and be a good man. You fit those rules somehow."
"I didn't even know him," he said, voice soft, a little sad.
"He was busy with my work," God said, kind but firm. "It was secret. Now, it's time for you to go."
"Wait!" he called, feeling himself fade. "What powers do I get?"
God chuckled. "It's random, but it's strong. A cheat skill. Bye."
Light hit him, bright and sudden. A soft voice, warm like a hug, said, "Wake up, sweetie."
His head hurt, like it was splitting open. Memories rushed in, too many, too fast. He stood, shaky, and stumbled to a mirror. A girl stared back—teenage, long hair, wide eyes, blond hair, tall and eye-like blue jewellery. I'm a girl now?
God's voice came back, in his head. "Your father wanted a daughter, but you were born a boy. So he asked me to make you a girl in this life. These are your new parents. Your body's yours now. Can't change it."
"You could've warned me," she muttered, touching the mirror. The clothes felt weird—soft, flowy, not like anything he'd worn before. "My chest feels heavy because of these 2 big things, my hair's all over my face, and… well, my manhood is missing down there. The body's okay, but when I think about it, it's strange."
"You've been this girl for fifteen years," God said. "I just gave you your old memories now. This life is yours now. Actually, it's 15 years since you died"
Her head throbbed as memories mixed—hers and his. She was the firstborn of Harbto and Hebiki, farmers in a small village far from the city. Her dad, a beginner swordsman, had an adventurer class, which is rare in this village. Her mom was gentle, hands rough from work but full of love. She had a little brother, five, always giggling, making her smile. They were happy, living simply in their quiet village.
She'd been a good daughter, helping her mom cook and clean, working with her dad in the fields, even learning sword skills from him. Most people got a class at ten, picked by God, to show their place—baker, healer, whatever. But she was classless, called trash by some. Her dad never let her feel bad, though. He taught her to swing a sword, his rough hands guiding hers, making her strong.
The memories settled, and she felt a spark of hope. "Status," she said softly, waiting to see what her new life held.