Prologue

In my 23 years of life I always used to sleep in a bed, no matter how much in debt I was, I never lacked a mattress to rest on at the end of the day.

Today is the first time I lay down on the cold sidewalk, it's a little late in my life but I can say it's a rewarding experience to deal with the hot summer.

Speaking of summer, I remember perfectly well the one that happened six years ago, the summer where my life started to decline.

I have been an orphan from an early age, but when I was four years old I moved in with my grandmother and we both lived quite well thanks to the savings my parents left us.

For as long as I can remember I have been told that I am very dreamy and enthusiastic, I always thought it was a good thing but at this point in my life I regret being so.

It was August 2011, everyone was baffled because the supposed end of the world in 2012 was approaching. I fell head over heels for this lie, and, as always, my grandmother supported me.

I spent all our savings on enjoying the last months of the year as if they were going to be our last. We did all kinds of activities that always caught our attention, how could I forget those moments with the person I love most? But finally December came, I was with my grandmother in the outskirts of the city spending our “last moments” but they never ended.

January arrived. February arrived. March arrived. And so a whole year passed slowly.

With almost no money we had to move to an apartment that was quite small compared to our old house. So it was not very well kept and because of the humidity my grandmother fell ill.

She was rushed to the hospital and remained there.

I worked tirelessly every day to pay for her hospital stay.

I dropped out of school and settled in a small society of vagabonds on the outskirts of the city.

I spent the last five and a half years like that until, a few months ago, I met someone who promised to change my life.

He had me dancing in the palm of his hand.

That person belonged to a mafia and unbeknownst to me, I ended up getting ripped off. I was caught in the middle of a gang war.

After spending days in misery, doing what they ordered me to do, I managed to escape, but those bastards would not let me go easily.

Instead of looking for me, they blew up the hospital where my grandmother lived.

Since I lived on the street, far from the hospital, I didn't hear about it for a whole month. I got the news from the doctor who was treating her when I went to pay the monthly fee.

After that I went for months without getting the sleep I should have and eating garbage I found around town while I was looking for that mafia.

And here we go back to today.

I found their main building and snuck into the office of the branch leader who had orchestrated the whole thing.

When I confronted him it dawned on me that I was dancing for him again.

I don't know what I was thinking when I thought I could make them pay for what they did.

Within seconds of entering said room I was knocked out, dragged and beaten unconscious, who knows for who knows how long.

When I regained consciousness I was tied up on the roof, it was raining.

Even though this happened only a few minutes ago my memory is fuzzy.

If it wasn't for the multiple bruises and bruises I couldn't understand that I had been beaten up.

I passed out again from the pain and woke up dizzy.

With the last of my remaining strength I released the ropes that imprisoned me and got up.

I saw the door leading down the building.

I took a step back.

I took two.

I took three.

...

The building was quite tall.

Thanks to that I had enough time to remember and thank my grandmother as I fell.

This time my good luck was not helpful.

It wasn't an immediate death, I broke several bones when I fell, but I didn't die.

Now I am on the floor waiting to bleed to death soon.

The pain is unbearable.

No one passes through these places, even less in the rain, there was no hope of being found.

My vision is blurred.

I hear a deafening screech.

At least the sidewalk is cold.

※ ※ ※

I had been waiting so long to lose consciousness and finally be able to rest that I didn't realize I was still alive.

The pain was gone.

I didn't feel the rain falling on my body.

I slowly opened my eyes and all I saw was a beautiful landscape.

Everything was white, except for a path of torches leading to a huge brown door.

I stood up and set out to open the door.

I walked a few meters and the distance did not seem to diminish.

Although I did not feel considerable physical fatigue, I rested my hands on my knees and bent down a little to rest.

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

Willing to continue, I opened my eyes with a start.

"Aaaaaaaah!"

From my pelvis down I was all bloody, the bones of my legs were sticking out of my skin.

I fell to the ground in fear, yet I felt no pain.

I stood up slowly and played for a while with the bone sticking out of my ankle.

After experimenting enough and realizing that I felt no pain, I kept walking until I was facing the door.

I looked back and the path I walked was scorched by a dense gray fog.

I knocked on the door to the rhythm of a song that ran through my mind.

No one answered.

If what I'm thinking is true and I make it to heaven there should be a beautiful goddess waiting for me, no, wait, that would be if I were to be reincarnated.

Well, it doesn't matter.

"Here I come goddesses, wait for me!"

I opened the door and to my surprise it was not heavy at all.

As I entered I saw a rectangular stone that seemed to have a message on it.

This must be the power up they give to reincarnated people in manga, but I am someone just.

My granny taught me not to take too much advantage of others because I might get cocky.

Sorry magic stone, I don't want your unwarranted dirty power ups.

I crossed the door and saw a long hallway just like the one I walked down before.

I couldn't see the end because of the fog.

Wait, do I really want to be reincarnated?

My last life was pretty good for the most part, although I lived a shitty one in the end because of my bad decisions, which my granny unfortunately had to accompany me to.

So, wouldn't it be better to go to heaven and be reunited with my grandmother?

I've already decided, I'm going to meet a beautiful goddess and ask her to rest in peace, no matter how much she tries to convince me.

What will the goddess I meet be like?

I can't imagine going to heaven and telling my grandmother that I met a goddess, will she have met her too?

Now thinking about something else, reincarnating and taking revenge on the mafia that manipulated me is not a bad option.

Mmh...

No, definitely if I put in a balance between having to see those horrible faces again and meeting my grandma again, the second option weighs more.

Wait, if I go to heaven, I get to meet my parents!

They both died when I was very little so I hardly know them.

What a thrill!

As I was wandering in my thoughts I didn't realize I had arrived in some kind of metropolis, it was a shock that brought me back to reality.

"Be careful kid, if you keep on being careless like this you might die again."

Said a gentleman while laughing.

Hey, where's my goddess, why the first thing I see is a bearded gentleman?

"Hey you, why aren't you wearing your necklace?!"

"Huh?"

As soon as I turned my head I had what resembled a police officer running towards me.

My first reaction was to run.

I saw my legs and they were completely healed, when did that happen?

Sometimes I can be really clueless.

This is nothing like what I had in mind.

Where am I?

I kept running aimlessly trying to lose the policeman.

※ ※ ※

At the door that connects the path is the welcoming stone.

"Welcome to limbo, if you read this, it means that you died in your previous world. Here you will find peace and a society in which to live, all this as long as you wear this necklace, with it you can see your merit, and with that merit decide whether to go to heaven or reincarnate, with nothing more to say, enjoy your stay, you'll see if it is short or long, says goodbye ₪₪₪₪₪"