[In a blink of an eye, the scene changed again. From the blinding white to an endless darkness. It's all black. I can't see anything.]

[I guess I got unlucky to be the one out of the 7 billion people in the world, chosen as God's puppet. It's stupid.]

[I can only guess that I'm in a cave. I think. Or maybe I’m just under tons of something. It also seems to be hot in here. Boiling hot. I feel like my skin is about to be burned off. Eventually it adapted to the temperature and the only thing that I can feel is lukewarm... And prickly objects.]

[Its rocks. Bundles of tiny and sharply edged rocks.]

[I tried to move my arms and the only input I got is pain. Excruciating pain. Though my mind might be as calm as the steady current of a stream but I can tell that my face is contorting into various facial expressions. I'd like to see it but there's no light in here. Whatever this place may be.]

[I tried to move my legs but it's the same with my arms. I can't move them. So it looks like I'm paralyzed or my limbs are just broken. For him to send me in this pitiable situation. Just what kind of torture is this?]

[Upon assessing the situation I'm in, the only plausible result would be... Death. Wow, no shit Sherlock. I don't think that that fact isn't anymore obvious. I can't believe I resort to insulting my own brain at this point. It's only been like a few hours in my estimation.]

[I feel numb and dizzy. I think that that's thanks to the blood loss that I've experienced. My blood should have clotted my open wounds by now. Looks like my blood is also useless. Oi, God if you're listening, your play thing is going to die right from the very beginning. Thanks for putting me in this situation where I don't even know what the hell just happened.]

[So... My subconscious, how are you doing? Chilling out I see. Well as you may have known, I'm currently dying from blood loss but don't worry, I'm totally fine for the next few hours or minutes at that is when I'm going to sleep with the fishes. Hm? What's that? Want to talk for the remainder of my pitiable already-ending life and not do anything? I like that offer!]

[I don't mean any harm, my beautiful subconscious. I would like to chat a bit longer but alas, I really want to fucking live eh? If I die, you'll die too.]

[When I am not being crazy, I can actually think! What a revelation! So God bestowed to me a little cheat eh? Hehehehe. It's probably something super op that could kill that whatever powerful is. Hm? What’s that, subconscious? You said that it's precognition? Hm... So, do you want to talk until I die?]

[Geez, when I want to save myself, you go all tsundere on me but when I want to leisurely waste away the remainder of my life, you want me to save myself? What kind of contradictory bullshit is this?]

[Alright, fuck. I'll use it. When I focused on the power that God had given me. Well it's more like believing in something imaginary and hoping for it to be real. But anyway! Time slowly... Slowed down. A second took a minute for my perspective. Then that second took an hour to pass. From an hour to a day, from a day to a week, from a week to a month, from a month to a year. Eventually, a second took an eternity to pass. Like a supertask. Something as large as infinity could be compressed by a mere two seconds.]

[Eventually, time stopped. During those unfathomably long time, I been able to think of a lot of things like how tasty a donut is and how convenient a chair is. Yes, all the things that I can think of in that time period is super mundane that anyone would get bored to death when they're able to read my mind in that state. ]

[Once time had stopped, something which looks like a roll of film, appeared in my vision. It was surreal but I think I'm already used to surreal stuff. My mind also went to normal and the useless garbage that I've put considerable amount of effort to think about like how can I touch something is completely erased. The roll of film then displayed from what I can guess is the future. This is a short glimpse of the future that I'm seeing here. I think that depending on the actions that I do, the future also changes.]

[In the future, I will be saved by... Demons? Looks like I really am in hell. But what action did I do for those demons to save me. I mean I'm a vegetable from head to toe. What sort of ingenious plan did I come up with? As I tried to focus on the cause to what lead to me being saved, I could only get to as far as the point where the demon started removing rocks. It looks like I can only see the result. Yeah, if I can see the cause then that would be too overpowered. I also found out there are countless scenarios that leads to subtle to the most extreme changes in my preferred ending in this predicament. One is where I somehow vomited my intestines. Yeah. It looks like this power chooses my most preferred outcome of an event and in this case, being rescued and shit.]

[Seems like I'm done using this. I focused my mind to discontinue the usage of my precognition. When I do so, time quickly regained momentum and a few short moments, time has fully returned to normal. But I, on the other hand, is still very much far from normal. My limbs still hurts like a bitch and I'm still stuck here with my blood gushing out of my body.]

[Time for the thinking game. What possible action I will do to be able to be saved by those demons? Checking my limbs again, it's completely useless. I'm basically a wet vegetable right now. So what to do, what to do...?]

[Considering the fact that I am immobile, the rescuers came to save on their own accord which mean I will do something to lure them in.]

[Upon thinking about it, I realized how stupid I was. I should scream for help! My God, I want to kill myself for this. I'm thinking way too much into it. The answer is super obvious.]

[I inhaled deeply, readying myself for the biggest scream that I can muster. Once the preparation is done, I used that air to let loose the biggest shout. ]

"He–! Kuwa–..."

[Blood came out of my mouth. Shit. My vocal cords is also fucked! God! For fucks sake, what the hell is this!?]

[I banged my head on the rocks. This is fucking stupid... I can't believe I've became the guy's plaything.]

[I continued to hit my head on the rocks like a woodpecker would to a tree. Blood started to flow out of the scratch on my head but I didn't care. So be it if I die a little bit faster. I'll die anyway.]

[Blood continued to flow out of my wounds. Slowly, I began to get even dizzier. My vision, which had already adapted in the darkness, started to blur. I tried to scream again and again but rather than words, blood came out of my mouth.]

[I guess this is over. My mind begins to drift away from reality. My vision blurs even more. Before I lost my conciseness, before I close my eyes for maybe the last time, before I draw my last breath that I'm aware of, I see a glimpse of light. Is that it?]

[The solution is utterly stupid.]

♦

I regained consciousness but I still didn't open my eyes.

The sensation of heat is always constant but it seems that my body had adjusted to it. How convenient.

I tried to subtly move my arms and legs but all it did is give me a surge of pain. As expected.

I touched my mind to my breathing. Though it's rough, I can breathe easily. As do my nose as well. I took a sniff and picked up a scent. The very first scent that I can smell is close to the smell of the sewers that had not been maintained for years. First time for everything but I never thought that my very first time would be so miserable. This stench could only come from the demon that's carrying me.

It's quite rough to be carried like this like I'm some bothersome sack of hay being carried by shoulder.

Looks like I'm still alive and somewhat functional from all those observations.

Just to re-confirm, I was saved because I banged the rocks so hard that the rocks moved and somehow the two demons here noticed. I know, ridiculous.

Finally I opened my eyes.

It's... Disappointing.

I thought I would be blinded by the light of some sort but considering this is hell, this is to be expected. But I expected that the sky would be red but apparently it isn’t so. The sky isn’t as calmingly blue as earth but it’s somewhat blue nonetheless. If I were to be honest, the dark blue sky of hell is signifying that the apocalypse will soon come.

From first glance, you can see the inextinguishable ocean of flame far off into the horizon. Or is it sea of flame? Whatever, they're the same! When I gazed down, apparently we're walking on a bridge made of stone with holes where suddenly, a burst of flame shoots out of that hole. That sure is reassuring for my safety.

From the end of this bridge is what looks like a village or a town? I can't really tell. From what I’ve observed, that place’s, which I’m just going to call a town, buildings are made from stones commonly found in the area.

When I turned my gaze up top, all I could see is an unending hew of red. I expected that there’s ceiling but I guess not.

This is certainly hell, but it isn’t the underground hell. It’s a different world.

"Oi, awake?"

...

The fuck?

Did this guy who is carrying me just spoke in a different language which I have never heard of but I, somehow understood it?

How the hell is this possible?

No wait. If it's that guy then surely it is.

So here's a question, did I retain my body, which I undoubtedly don't want by the way, and that body is the body that I'm currently using or did that guy, God that is, use some weird crap and put my consciousness in another guy's dying body?

From all the crap that I'm experiencing right now, it's obviously the latter.

If my human body were to be seen by the demons here, if it can possibly not become a pool of jelly when they did find my body, then they will surely use me as a sacrifice or maybe just eat me. Also, if for some reason I am not turned into a jelly and not used as some kind of religious sacrifice for Satan then how can I understand their language? But may also be solved by that guy but the guy already said that the precognition that was bestowed upon me is its only gift.

"You know, you're pretty lucky. If we didn't notice the piles of rocks move then you might not be alive right now. Don't worry, we patched you up pretty good so I doubt that you'll die from blood loss now. That is beside the fact that you might die from an infection. Well, just look at the– ow!"

Looks like the other guy punched the one carrying me.

“Ah‒Right…!”

Since my face is just adjacent to this demon's face then I can tell that he just smiled wryly. I noticed that in his voice, there's a hint of anticipation? Why?

This guy's appearance looks pretty “demony” to me. With his fangs poking out and a horn sticking out of his forehead.

"Ah... *Cough* *cough* thank you..."

Blood escapes my mouth when I speak. This is irritating–ly painful.

"Sir, you shouldn't talk right now! Your throat is still has a massive cut from the rocks! Please rest easy."

The demon on the back had said with urgency.

Sir? Now that's a word I didn't expect in my entire life that I would be called with.

It also seems that I can speak their language.

I listened to his advice and stood silent throughout the way.

♦

Eventually we arrived at the town. The town is... Really, really poor.

Demon beggars can be seen in very alleyway. The streets is filled with brown solid and liquid substance which I'm hoping isn't shit. The demons here is using high shoes so they won't step on those mysterious waste. The sight of this is really horrible that I could throw up at any second. The stench is even more so, like the said sewer that I mentioned before had dumped all of its contents and poured it all in this town

The houses are built poorly as well. From the look of it, almost every building isn't structurally sound. All are constructed with some kind of cement that they use which are somehow really weak. This scene gives a vibe of the middle ages, a time where the people are really unhygienic.

Regarding the demons which I will refer to as people instead, looks just like a human but with horns. Though there are a few of those people who look like monsters, they're all mostly on the humanoid side, but—

“We are nearly there.”

—I get the feeling that the people here looks at me with scornful eyes. I think it’s obvious to say that I would inevitably have gazes set upon me since I’m being carried like a sack but rather than eyes with curiosity to why I’m being carried like this or how I got these wounds, their gazes seemingly carried the meaning like I’m some trash. The people here are really non-hospitable.

The guy who are carrying my body took me in a wide building with a sign that says "Hospital." How generic.

"We are very sorry for the poor conditions, we beseech your excellency to forgive us for bringing you to this place but this is the closest that can offer help."

The guy in the back said to me earnestly.

What's with the formalities?

Excellency? What the hell? Sir is surprising enough but for him to use excellency? Just what upside down world am I living in?

Too bad I can't speak since my neck is fucking slit. I have so many questions that I want to ask these two.

“Let me talk to the doctors to let them know that you’re are here.”

The other guy then entered the hospital. Shortly after he returned with a smile on his face. He gave a side glance to the one who’s carrying me and to me. The guy who is carrying me smiled too.

I don’t get it…

Upon entering the hospital, the eyes of those who saw me widen... For some reason. Did God made me someone important? Geez. For some reason, their gaze on me is like they’re looking at something disgusting.

Seeing my wounds, the people whom I assume are the doctors, rushed to me and immediately sent me to one of the rooms were the bed is stained with something brown and red. Yeah, I can tell that this is a low budget hospital. What did I expect from such a poor town as this?

The scent of rotting bodies fills the air with a tinge of sulphur. The place is lit with the glow of lava placed in a small well positioned on the corners and the middle of the room, giving of a tribal feeling from the shadows that it creates. The clothes of the doctors are shabby and their horns varied in sizes.

I noticed that, from their panic, the ones with the shortest horn are the ones who are being ordered around while the ones with longest are the doctors. It looks like the two who carried me here already left. I still haven't thanked them properly.

I don't know why they're panicking so much. I mean, I only got broken legs and arms. It's not a big deal.

Eventually someone, who appeared to be the head doctor come up to me.

An old man with wrinkle on his forehead. With white hair covering half of his horn, this old man still stands with a straight back. Truly someone who is respected by many, an experienced individual in his profession. Surely he can’t do something that would change my mind otherwise.

But then he immediately bowed before me...

"Your excellency, my name is Rabusto. I am the head doctor of this lowly institution. We sincerely apologise if such place as this would be worthy to operate your excellencies liking. We will, to the best of our abilities, restore your health. We shall promise that with our life!"

"..."

I don't know what to say. Do I really deserve something like this? I've only came into this world and I'm being treated like some high class noble. God must have put my conciseness on some noble who got rocks fallen into him.

Probably my horn is incredibly long. That sounded inappropriate

The operation is incredibly painless. What witchcraft is this? The needles they use is like that of a blunt object which seamlessly turns cold once in enters my skin. They used tools that looks like a mess of scissors morphed into one to relocate my bones and they used stainless steel, not like it can rust anyway, to replace and strengthen the places where the bones are cracked.

For a shabby hospital like this, they sure are skilled. Sweat trickle down through the neck of the head doctor, Rabusto which had then been quickly wiped by his assistants.

Ah..... I really don't deserve this.

Shortly after, the operation is done. When I stood up, they bowed before me.

“Your excellency, the operation is done. Please do rest leisurely as your body is but still too weak.”

“Yes, of course. I am grateful to all of your efforts to improve my health.”

Now I’m talking like I’m some high noble.

If they believe me so, then I might as well act like it.

“Yes. We shall so that you may rest in silence.”

The head doctor and his assistants all left the room.

And now I’m all alone right now.

Firstly, assess the situation.

Somehow, I am treated as someone with a high social standing and because of that, they gave me the best treatment for my injuries. Surely enough, I can somewhat move my limbs now and I don’t feel excruciating pain when I do so.

From what I’ve observed, those with longer horns are treated with more respect and thus, given with higher and more important roles. Maybe that sort of rule only applies in this place but that’s the best assumption that I can think of.

So that should mean that I have a long horn myself, right?

I reached out to the top of my head and grabbed something which I assume is my horn. But…

My horn isn’t even that long. From what I’ve observed from the other demons in this hospital and from the demons outside, the length of my horn is average at best.

Wait…

As I continued to search through the top of my head, I felt another one. A horn.

There are two horns sticking out of the side of my head. So maybe that’s the reason.

Maybe a demon having two horns is a sign of a noble birth? Considering their attitude towards me, that should be the case, right?

Really this is such a cheat. I don’t know why that God told me that my precognition is the only gift he gave me. God even given me the body of a noble! Now, killing that “Most powerful being in hell” is slightly bit easier!

Though I wonder… what will happen to me when I did that?

Well no need to think of something that far off in the future. I should rest like a grizzly bear sleeping through the winter. For my case, sleeping through this hot climate.