The Strange Life I Live

Meet Again

Slowly, Zen put back the glass he was holding, after finishing drinking a little of the contents from it. With a smile still plastered on his handsome face, he began to look at the two women in front of him who were currently looking at him curiously.

“You want to hear my story?” zen asked, alternately staring at the two women in front of him.

“Of course” said Her sister Irene and a shy nod – shy of Vero.

“H... Alright” Zen said as he drank back his drink and started leaning on his body, then prepared to tell his story.

“This starts at...”.

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Shortness, that is what a teenager is feeling, when his body is hit by the pressure of the waves that approach him. With strong water pressure due to the crashing waves, making the man finally spew the wind that he had been able to withstand from his lungs – parunya.

“Am I going back to die?” muttered the man, until finally the water pressure he felt increasingly pressed his body, so he felt not strong to hold it.

And that was the end of the poor teenager, where the eyes that had shown determination to endure, were finally replaced with lifeless blank stares, following her who was certainly lifeless.

His lifeless body slowly floated to the surface, which was not far from there, the ship he was on had already sped away from that place, as if ignoring his lifeless body there.

The sunlight that appeared began to shine on his paled body, and a shadow from a towering tower building, began to block the sunlight that hit the body bit by bit.

“I didn't think of a ending like this that you got” And that's how a voice came up near that lifeless body.

“Hahh... You savage god, fighting in a low world and making a disaster that should not” said the voice again, while staring at the building known as the dungeon not far from there.

“Already, it is better that I save my grandson first” said the man, while using his strength, to lift up the lifeless young man's body and instantly disappear from there.

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A light began to disturb a man, who was currently sleeping on a very soft mattress. Slowly but surely, his eyes began to open and adjust his vision to the lighting in the room.

White, that was the color first captured by the man's eyes, where the place he was looking at right now was all white. With his life not yet fully accumulated, the man slowly began to rise up to sit up from his bed and began to stretch a little.

“Are you awake?” But the teen-aged man's activities stopped immediately, after he heard a voice trying to reprimand him.

Panicking, the man looked around and found a man who could be said to be aged, looking at him with a smile. Of course the teenager knew the middle-aged man, because he had met him.

“B-It wasn't you I met when I died first?” the teenager said, trying to reconfirm, that what he saw was the person he was thinking about.

“Ah.. You still remember me it turns” said the man, then bring up a white chair from the void, and put it right next to the bed that was slept by the man who had just realized earlier, then sat.

“S-Who exactly a-you sir?” ask the teenager who tried to be as polite as possible, because he thought he was asleep at home strangers.

“Who am I...” muttered the man, because in fact he was also confused to explain himself to the teenager in front of him, about who he really was.

“H... You could say I created this vast universe” said the middle-aged man, in a tone that sounded very proud of what he was doing.

“What stupid thing are you really saying?” said the teenager, through the look on his face at this time, after hearing the words of the man sitting next to him.

Right now, indeed the teenager did not fully understand what had happened to him, as if his entire life had not been gathered and was still trying to rationalize his thoughts at this moment. Until finally he realized that he had fallen into the sea before.

“T-Wait.. didn't I fall in the sea, why am I here?” muttered the teenager, who finally realized the incident he had experienced before.

Slowly, he began to look back at the middle-aged man next to him and he only saw that the man he was addressing was smiling warmly at him.

“A-Are you a grim reaper?” said the young man.

Indeed in his first life, the teenager had met this middle-aged lung man when he died, and now he was meeting him again. So in conclusion, if he really died at this time, it means that the man beside him is an angel of death who awaits him when he is dead.

“Not bad call” replied the middle-aged lung man, who was quite satisfied with the call from the teenager he saved earlier.

“You never die”

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Zen was currently sitting cross-legged and was being treated to a cup of tea in front of him. He was currently trying to digest what was going on, and did not notice the man in front of him who had already served a plate of cake, after finishing pouring him a cup of tea.

“Try, still warm” said the old man in front of him.

“I'm sorry angel of death, but what is your blessing that I never die?” asked Zen, who was trying to dig up information about his circumstances.

“Because you never die, why do you consider yourself dead?” reply the middle-aged man then.

“Then, what is the masterpiece of this vast universe?” asked Zen, who repeated the words of the middle-aged man in front of him earlier.

“Yes because I created it” the answer was short.

Hearing that, Zen was a little annoyed at her making. Because from then on his question was only answered briefly and did not explain the situation he had experienced since. With a sigh, Zen finally tried to calm down and tried to ask once more.

“Then lord angel of death, now I will go to heaven or hell?” asked Zen with restraining his frustration.

“Why do you want to go there? Aren't you dead yet I said?” ask the man back.

“Then what really happened to me?” zen replied then, which began to raise his voice.

“Calm down, I'll explain. But drink your tea first, before your tea is cold” said the man in front of him kindly, drinking his tea.

Seeing that his question had not been answered, Zen who saw the man in front of him started drinking his tea, started to sigh and then looked at the teacup in front of him. Slowly, he began to pick it up and began to drink the contents.

But when the tip of his tongue felt the liquid he was drinking, how surprised he was when he felt the taste, because the taste of the tea he drank was very good. Although impressed abnormal, Zen immediately gulped down the tea that was in the cup, because he had just first drank the tea as good as it was.

“How good is it?” said the man in front of him again, while pouring more tea into a cup from Zen.

“Y-Yes, this is very tasty tuan” replied Zen, who was still confused as to why the tea he drank would be that delicious.

“Call me Grandpa” the man said as he put down the teapot he was holding, after he finished filling the cup from Zen.

“K-Grandpa?” zen was confused.

“Yes because from today, you are my grandson”

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“So, you are a wasted prince, in a kingdom from a different world than this world?” Irene asked, after hearing a little explanation from her sister Zen who was in front of her.

“Something like that” said Zen, who changed the story a bit, including about his meeting with his Grandfather first.

“M-Mahsutmu you are not from this world?” ask Vero then.

Zen only nodded at the question from Vero, while drinking back the drink in front of him.

“L-Then what about your family first? Are they jug-”

“They are not my biological parents, they just adopted me” said Zen cutting off his sister Irene's words with a lie.

The current Zen had as much as possible hidden his identity, which was the grandson of the ruler of this universe, because his annoying grandfather, told him like that. So he would not want her to do it.

“Then how does your story go?” ask Irene, who wants to hear the continuation of her sister's travel story.

“OK, next....”.