When you see a regular guy having a stroll across town, you don't really think much about them.
After just leaving college and looking for work, I imagine that an organisation would've been looking for young inspiring people to help with their workload. But unfortunately reality can be a cruel thing.
It's been 3 years since I graduated from college and nobody has accepted an application from me, I mean I'm not particularly a smart individual, or the most out going but I know how to get the job done dammit!
I don't think I'm a particularly tall guy, nor do I have nice face but I'm not ugly either. My experience with romance is basically non-existent (although to be honest, I never really tried) since I put all of my focus Into my studies, leaving my heart to be a cold, love deprived stone. Well, having reached 23 years old, I can now say people that are immature about it will call me a loner.
Although you could say I'm just really busy trying to get a job, it's not like I put the subject on my mandatory list.
I'm not saying all this as an excuse...seriously! I'm not!
"Oi Micheal! Is that you?"
Turning to my right I spot a tall, young brown skinned man with black hair as he approaches me. And, to his his left is a rather cute woman. The young man, John, was a fellow student at the same college I studied in; the young woman holding his arm is Donna, his wife. A polite individual that can pretty much get along with anyone in less then 5 minutes.
Aye, this young married couple has invited me to John's 21st birthday. Incidentally, these painfully wonderful people is the reason why I started questioning my love life.
After the initial surprise of the coincidental meeting wore off, I smiled at him. Jealousy be damned, this guy was my best friend through and through.
"Hey John! Good to see you!"
I stated then turned my head to greet Donna.
"Heya Donna! I hope you've been surviving with Johnny!"
I said with a chuckle while Donna just snorts a laugh.
"Please, Micheal. I can't stay alone in one room for ten minutes without this big lug complaining about being lonely!"
Donna stated cheekily with a sly grin on her lips while eyeing her husband.
John actually pouts at that.
"I'm not that bad Donnaaaa." He whines.
The lonely one is me, darn it! I'm not a social butterfly when talking to girls in the first place, but come on! Why must the world enjoy my lonesome suffering!? I internally complain to myself.
John's childish reaction and Donna's teasing aside, I can honestly say I can't ask for better people to hang around with. I'm not the only one the planet who can say they had a rough time at school since I didn't have any friends at the time, after I finished school and started college I just kinda gave up on making them but this good man was just that stubborn about making a friend in this ordinary guy.
She smiled at him and patted him on the back. "Keep telling yourself that."
I managed to keep my laughter in but I couldn't help but grin at that.
I tutted in chiding manner to john. "Your almost an adult man, you gotta give your girl a little space, you know?"
He spluttered.
"I am already an adult man!"
"In the eyes of the law, but to us? Nah. Until you're 21 you are still just a kid." I rebuked mercilessly.
The tall child grumbled something under his breath.
Heh, it's too easy to mess with him sometimes.
I saw a flicker of movement to the right of my peripheral vision. Turning me head to it I saw a small child skipping across a zebra crossing, happy and naive as a child could be.
Where are their parent's?
John and Donna didn't notice them since they were facing the other way. The child continued skipping at a leisurely pace, too distracted to see a car driving way over the speed limit heading directly towar-!
HOLY SHI-!
I didn't finish that thought. Hesitance not In my movements as a darted towards the child, I think the suddenness of what I'm doing stuns them before my best friend calls out to me, whatever he said falls on deaf ears, probably because of the anxiousness spiking the adrenaline in my body.
I'm almost there, but so is the car. I don't think I'm going to make it-no, I need to make it.
My perception seemed fast and slow at the same time somehow. Moving at a speed I didn't realize I could run, the child was now right in front me. I shoved them out the way with all of my strength, they fell on the pavement, causing them to yelp. I felt a small sense of victory in my chest before I looked where the car wa-!
Then PAIN flooded my body.
My world was literally spinning before I hit the ground. Hard. I heard screaming and panicked shouts. I couldn't move. My arms, ribs, back and legs hurt like never before. Dammit, if I weighed less that would've been less painful.
《Confirmed. Created a body with less mass. Success.》
《Confirmed. Establishing pain resistance. Success.》
After regaining my bearings somewhat, I tried to look around. Above me, I see John kneeling beside me, yelling something at Donna while she fumbles for her phone to call someone, probably an ambulance. I glanced to where I pushed the child and to my immense relief they are just crying on the curb by the pavement, but alive. Thank god.
Come to think of it. I could have just tackled the child out the way and preserve my own life at the same time. Huh. Not the smartest thing I should've done, but at least the kid is alright.
《Confirmed. Establishing Enhanced intelligence. Success.》
What the heck is with that voice? It sounded like the AI from my smart TV when I verbally ask it to switch channels when I can't find the remote. Man, I really wish it would float to my hand when the thing just seemingly vanishes from my life.
《Confirmed. Establishing telekinesis. Success. Additionally, establishing telepathy. Success.》
Great. I'm hearing voices. I'm losing my mind. I blame you dad! You just had to take every single class A drug you could find before having me! You just had to give me crappy drug filled genetics!
《Confirmed. Establishing genetic manipulation. Success.》
"..ome on Michael! You need to stay awake! You NEED to stay alive!...oh damn I can see his ribs- WHERE IS THAT GODDAMN AMBULANCE!?"
Shesh John can be loud when he wants to be. Well, considering he's the captain of a rugby team, I'm not really surprised. Wait, did he say ribs? My head tiled downward so I could look at my body and, yep, some of my ribs are sticking out. Not only that but my left arm and both of my legs are seriously mangled, like, pointing in the opposite direction on where they should be. I wish they would go back into place...
《Error, unable to process definition of request. Attempting alternate interpretation. Establishing teleportation. Success.》
With that many shattered bones in my body I got to have massive internal bleeding and a few ruptured organs, right?...I'm being way too calm about this...
《Confirmed. Establishing emotional control. Success.》
You're just insulting me now aren't you?
"Jo...Joh-!" I couldn't finish what I was going to say as blood filled my throat, forcing me to cough out the red substance.
"Don't speak Michael! Save your energy!"
I'm starting to feel really, really tired now.
"Dammit Michael, stay with me!"
I've never seen him this miserable before and his face looked like it was on the verge of breaking down into tears, but continues to encourage me to hold onto my life which is slowly slipping from my grasp.
My sight is getting blurry now. I tried to take a look at how Donna was doing, but my vision is too far gone. Can't see jackshit.
The mind destroying pain I've been feeling for who knows how long is gone. Now, a vicious cold washes over me. This is not good, bleeding like a fountain is not good. Fanfrickingtastic, I'm freezing now. Why didn't humans evolve to have fur?
《Confirmed. Creating a body that possesses fur. Success.》
《Confirmed. Establishing cold resistance. Success.》
"My friend, you really need to stop stressing. Especially when you're about to become 21." I wanted to say that, but nothing except blood came out of my mouth. Am I really going to die here? Maybe I can figure it out something out...
《Error, unable to process definition of request. Attempting alternate interpretation. Combination of Enhanced intelligence, telekinesis, telepathy, teleportation and emotional control attempted. Success. Unique skill [Psychic Energy Manipulation] created.》
I raise my right arm with my hand in the air and weakly grabbed John. If I'm going to die, it's not going to be depressing like this.
"Bu...buddy..." I wheezed as my best friend grasps my hand and gets closer to hear what I want to say.
"Ye-yeah Mike? What is it?" His voice is breaking, it was full of despair. He probably knows my chances of survival are pretty much gone at this point. Well, we can't have that depressing emotion there when I die can we?
"Tr-try not to die a virgin even though you're married. If you do...I'm kicking your ass..."
Even though I was not able see through my hazy vision, I could practically feel his eye twitch in annoyance before he gave a bitter laugh. Yeah, get burned!
《Confirmed. Establishing heat resistance. Success.》
"Heh...no one but you Mike. No one but you..."
There we go. Sobbing averted. Pat yourself on the back Micheal.
My hand let go of his and slowly fell while my eyes were begging to be closed. With the last of my power, I gave an exhausted grin to him. My eyes closed. They didn't open again.
With a unexpected end, Micheal Lingard died.
And at that moment, Micheal Lingard's "soul" merged with a monster in another world.
Into a crack of a dimension so astronomically small that no one could possibly see it. His soul linked with a concentration of essence called magic. This clump of magical essence was the source that bring forth all creatures, and to Micheal who had linked to it, with his mind as the base, the essence produced him a new body.
What is normally an impossibility with a ridiculously small chance of circumstance, Micheal was reborn as a monster in another world.
A regular guy who you would barely spare a glance at. Work deprived. Romantical history non-existent. Sexual activity I'd rather not talk about. A man who did not get the chance to properly say goodbye.
Unacceptable, 23 years old and I died without experiencing everything... if I could, I would crying comical tears right now. When I get back at life, we'll be approaching things differently. Instead of being a recluse that only does things when needed, I'm gonna get out there, say and do whatever I want!
《Confirmed. Unique skill [Analyse] has been acquired.》
With all the stuff I'm going to get, I'll need a big bag. Hope the people In the new world have that at the very least...hey, this is a magical world! They'll undoubtedly have dimensional storages!
《Confirmed. Extra skill [Dimensional storage] has been acquired. Additionally, extra skill [Dimensional storage] has successfully evolved into Unique skill [Dimensional Space].》
Noice...
With that in mind, I went to a dreamless slumber.
...Holy shit, that was WAY more difficult than I thought it was going to be. I now have a new found respect to all authors who made it passed 100k words.
ANYWAY! How was it? Good? Bad? I'd really like to know what your thoughts are so I can improve with my writing and grammar.
FYI this fanfic is basically a "what if" scenario. So yeah, no Rimuru the slime in this one. My OC is replacing him to see how he will deal with things instead of Rimuru. The plot is going to be like the novel/manga/anime where he's going to be dealing with the same situations but it isnt going to be the exact same if the prologue wasn't evidence enough.
I also noticed that there was a surprisingly small number of fanfics for that time I got reincarnated as a slime. So I thought 'hey! Why not make one of my own!' And here we are.
Peace!