This Exciting Life - Chapter 7 On My Way

During my thinking and browsing for skills and items, I asked God a lot of questions and he was kind enough to answer all of them, though some answers were a bit vague.

“Will I be able to acquire new skills and new items in the new world or will I forever be stuck with only these ten?”

“No, these are just a gift from me to ease you into your new life. As for stats, you’ll start out with a reasonable level, but it’s up to your own work and efforts to get stronger.

That I could understand. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my new life if I got everything from the start.

To struggle is also a part of life and make things interesting.

“Can you tell me a bit more about what kind of magic there exists? Will it be like in Harry Potter with a wand, cape and a pointing hat? And what about other fabled beings?”

“Ohohoho, you are a funny girl, Rebecca.” chuckled God and took a sip of his tea. Ah, a tea stalk was floating straight up. Must be good tea, huh.

“I could tell you, yes. But would it not be more fun for you to find out yourself?”

I pondered, I guess he was right.

Then I asked about the religion in the new world. I certainly wouldn’t want to offend any deity and feel their wrath. I had never been a religious person or a believer.

I guess the closest I could call myself to have been, was a follower of cultural religion, like celebrating Christmas and other national holidays that originated from Christianity or being a good person and live by some of The Ten Commandments as a moral code of some sort.

We kept chatting for a bit longer. I mean, it’s not every day you get the chance to speak with The Big Man himself. Not that I’m fangirling or anything, but still. And I don’t even have anyone to brag to.

“Now then, I enjoyed your company, Rebecca, but it’s time for you to be on your way.”

God got up and told me to lay down on my nest of cuddles. When I woke up again, I would be in the world of Amaranth and start a new life. I guess it wasn’t so bad to leave all the sadness behind, but I still thought of my loved ones. I asked.

“God, could you do me a last favour? Could you could you erase all proof of me ever existing on Earth? I think it would be better for my family if they didn’t have to go through another grief of loss. They don’t deserve it.”

He smiled at me. It was such a warm smile, like he was looking at his own child asking for forgiveness. He patted me head. It felt comfortable and soothing, like all worries disappeared.

“You’re a good child, Rebecca. I can do that if that’s what you want, but are you certain?”

I nodded and mumbled “Mmh, that would be for the best. I’ll carry on the memory of them in my heart.”

I started feeling sleepy.

The last thing I remember was me asking God if he really was a man. He responded but didn’t give a definite answer to my question.

“Ohohoho, I am God. Have a safe journey, dear child.”

Then everything went dark and silent.