Prologue- What was with that reaction! Also, where am I? Why did this happen to me!

In an unknown forest somewhere

Connor Connolly slowly woke up from unconsciousness and opened his eyes with a start. His hazy mind starts working overtime to figure out what happened to make him unconscious, along with his hands trying to move towards his ears because he couldn't hear any of the usual background noise of...

Suddenly his head starts aching terribly! He touches his head while thinking:

“is my head meant to hurt so much? I only got h..i.t a b.i..t.”

Connor started to recall his memories from the foggy haze that was his brain.

United Kingdom, England, Birmingham, The Amber House Pub, Monday 13th March 2017, 11 pm

Today was meant to be a typical Monday takeaway meal outing after my regular Monday evening karate practice but I and my best friend Lucas just had to choose a crowded as heck pub to stop off at since we were locked out of my parent's house and Lucas didn't bring the key to his parent's house. Ah the downfall of having very few friends between us I guess...

If only my dog Aron the border collie could open the front door. Alas, here we find themselves... In a crowded pub full of people who drunk at home earlier and are now just getting more drunk!

Well at least got a set of seats that were as far away from the majority of the crowd of drunks as possible. Not that we could talk to each other properly with the noisy background noise. We just say there playing cards.

Oh by the way you might be asking why I hate drunks so much, mightn't ya? Well, there is no real story there. They are just obnoxious to be around but otherwise, I am fine with people having a drink even if they have way too much and end up acting like complete idiots. I know it as a bit of a laugh but sometimes alcohol changes people so quickly ya know. For example, there was this nice Scottish bloke who was nice to chat with when only mildly drunk (or merry as my mum calls it) but that was an hour ago and right now he is like a changed man in the bad way sadly...

Anyways it wasn't much at first but as he started drinking more and more, he slowly became a bigger and bigger nuisance around the area we “sober bores” were. He was the only drunk person in the isolated corner we were in but he was being obnoxious enough for two I would say. There was no bouncer in our line of sight so we just left him to it and hoped for no more trouble from him.

Since we didn't have that long to go until my parents get home with the key to the house and as such we just carried on playing cards with him in the background doing whatever drunk people do alone I would say. So it got to 1 am and that guy was still drinking but we thought nothing of it. We were just about to leave when the now heavily drunk guy got up from where he was seated, pointed at us and started slurring and mumbling at us in that really strong Scottish accent. Whatever it was he said, it didn't sound very complimentary to me and I am pretty sure curse words were used.

So anyways me being a bit too curious and a bit too agitated for my own good (I blame my people watching habits as a lonely youth). I went up to the guy and said what is the matter with you man in a way of talking I like to refer to as (asshole making fun of another asshole way).

Well after this genius move of mine, this drunk dumbass did exactly what the asshole part of me wanted (he didn't retreat from the confrontation)and thus he mumbled a reply in his own asshole-like way. It was something like “ya poxy numpty and after that, I think he slurred something along the lines of “you think you're better than me huh?”

Though I think also mumbled something else I didn't catch but who cares? it probably wasn't important anyway as he was doing all this while backing up because while I am no heavyweight, I have found that my skinny blackhole of a body has found its calling in the Dao of the leg works out and my karate training showed in what little muscle I have gained after I finished college. So I had the knowledge as well as the speed to take down a heavier opponent.

However, I didn't hear the second part all that much and thus I stupidly asked him to speak slower because I couldn't understand him (what can I say, I told you I was too curious for my own good). He apparently took offence to that and came right up to the side of my face and repeated the sentence of “you think you're better than me” and before I could even reply to this. He spat on my face in what seemed to be of contempt which seemed to be ironic when it comes to what he just told me. After that disgusting act, I guess I tried to back away and the next thing I knew I was hit by what seemed to be a fist on the side of my head really hard!

The punch seemed hit my jaw with the most force I have ever felt (and I previously ran into a tree while I was running with my dog) and that was not even the worst bit I believe since I was still conscious after that, just a bit dumbfounded and shocked I guess. However, that ain't what matters most, is it? It doesn't feel like I am in a hospital or even in the pub anymore...

In an unknown forest somewhere

“So where the heck am I then!?!!?!” I start to hyperventilate due to experiencing what to me feels like numerous phantom limbs of mine overriding and encompassing my control over my whole body for what seemed to be a lifetime. Though that much should just be a result of all my blood draining out of my unconscious body blood during my last moment of consciousness as I bleed out... Wait a minute, why am I not in the hospital despite all that blood...

All of a sudden it hits me, the much too real conclusion of the situation I have now found myself in. So much so that it is all too much for me and I cling to the last desperate act that will reveal if it is what I dread or not but that is only if it even works for while my body's senses are back, it feels like I am drowning inside! It's now or never I panic from all these unfamiliar feelings overwhelming me and thus in an unconscious act of desperation, I call out loud with all the air in my strange feeling body's pair of lungs my best friend's Lucas's name.

“Lucas where are you? Lucas where are you at?!, Lucas!

A monotone disembodied voice answers him with a lack of emotions

[Ah silly human, no one else died so why would they be with you? You are dead, human. Simple as that really.]

My stunned silence was the only thing that greeted this voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.

[Ah silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am True God Zuldir and this is my i-gin celestial body also known to you humans as my origin planet which is far, far away from your home planet Earth by the way]

I finally gather my words and regain my ability to speak and say

“Eh? I am dead and you are God? Why would I meet god even if I am dead, I never cared for religion and hardly cared about God's existence as an atheist. Then again no one knows what happens to you after you die really. Hmm...”

I try to gather my thoughts and think of what else to say when Zuldir the so-called God speaks again

[Stupid human, I do not have time for your mortal questions, so I will give you the basic "rules” of my planet. They are “evolve to improve oneself for yourself” and for you a unique ability that can be likened to your so-called concept of “customization” to further adapt oneself to the environment and for you to use your so-called “advantage of being reborn with your past life experience and knowledge”. Beware though, the strength you gain will balance itself out when compared to the Aboriginals for the system I have created over my lifetime is perfection embodied]

[Why do I say do not be scared is what you are thinking huh human? You must remember that any situation can turn into life or death in a blink of the eye as you have entered my world of which your Earth's term "survival of the fittest" best fits and developing the "wrong" evolutionary traits at the wrong time and place could and will lead to the extinction of your species whether you are lone or numerous if you are not careful because though this is similar to the "Spore™game world of your home planet Earth". None of the settings especially the difficulty mode ones from this “video game” called Spore™ apply and you would do well to remember this as it will help you greatly in your next life I expect. For you shall you get one life, one chance only and I hope for “your” sake that you do not waste it! Be advised that you will begin in a state similar to the starting stage of the microscopic organism in that “video game” called Spore™. Though the pace of the beginning cellular stage will be much quicker than the later stages even when compared to Spore™ stages.]

[In fact on Earth there is a term for the second type of the situation I just warned you about isn't there? Ah yes, "natural selection" was it! A theory came upon by that particularly interesting human Charles Darwin who also came up with that "survival of the fittest" term I quite like. If only you were him, ah what a pity it is that you aren't him isn't it? Well, you seem to know an acceptable amount about him already don't you? So as a reward for this and your "interesting" thoughts on the subject of it all, here are some blessings of mine to aid you ha, you will definitely need their assistance! Who knows maybe more blessings will be rewarded to you if you do well enough in your next life. Beware though, I am the one true God, no other god shall assist you!]