Life, Death, Reincarnation and Boons (Prologue)

It's odd how life works.

One minute you could be a normal 20-year-old deadbeat...the next you could be a dead 20-year-old deadbeat. But that's just how life works, I guess. Ever-flowing. Fair and firm with everyone and everything. Unbiased. It simply...is.

But that's not the full extent of the oddness I'd experienced at life's hand. Because after I died from a heart attack - a very predictable outcome due to my lack of exercise and terrible diet - I found myself...in a room.

No, a better word for it would be an expanse because of how big it was. But it wasn't infinite. Just big. Maybe a few kilometres? I can't remember, honestly.

There was no one in this expanse. Just me, the white floor...and one of those wheels of fortune you'd see on a tacky quiz show that decides the prizes. The only difference was that this wheel of fortune was dozens of meters high and dozens of meters wide. I remember being in awe of the scale of it. I wasn't fearful...for some reason. Maybe it was because I was dead? The dead have no need for emotions, after all. They're just a facet of expression for the living.

Well, whatever the reason, I was cool and calm when a screen had appeared in front of me.

It detailed that I was to be reincarnated. I was one of the people who truly believed in reincarnation...though personally, I'd disagree with that. Maybe my desire to be isekai'd or to be reincarnated like in the fanfics I always read had somehow become synonymous with belief...

Yet that seemed a bit far-fetched. At the time I guessed that there must be more to it than I could know, so I let it go. Though as soon as I was born, I was filled with curiosity.

But that can be left for later.

The screen further detailed that I was to spin the wheel of reincarnation thrice. Once, to decide where I was going, and on the second time, to decide what boon I'd take with me to the chosen world and on the third time, to make up for a bad second spin or to maybe give me an even bigger advantage.

I remember being curious on whether I'd keep my memories or not...which I did. But back then it was a genuine possibility that I would lose who I was.

Though I felt no fear - another show that I'd lost my ability to feel during my time dead.

So, without fear or hesitation or even the slightest bit of self-preservation given that this could be a trap by some omnipotent being who loved doing that sort of stuff, I walked forward and spun the wheel of reincarnation. Despite it's size, it was easy enough and despite the minimal force I'd put into the spin, the wheel picked up to some truly horrifying speeds if the sound it gave off was anything to go by.

It landed on 'Game of Thrones'. If I had my emotions, I would have broken down then and there. Not only was this a cut throat world, there was really no way to gain power once in this world. Well, outside of weapons training. As a Human, you'd always be limited on your own. Military might and political influence were the power system of this world, I guess.

Yet I had no confidence that I'd be able to gain either. Unless I was incredibly lucky and gained a guaranteed birth in a big house through the wheel or whether I was just lucky in general and randomly found myself in a House, I'd have a hard time gaining power.

Chances so slim they could break even the most optimistic person.

But the me at that time felt nothing and simply mechanically spun the wheel again.

And luckily for my future sanity, the boon I gained was actually quite useful. It was something called 'Hyper Cells' and it was an ability that would upgrade the quality of my cells to a superhuman level, giving me a superhuman body and multiple useful abilities. It even gave me a few previews of my boons future uses.

100% Muscle Usage, Accelerated Metabolism, an Adaptive Metabolism, Accelerated Healing and Enhanced Reflexes.

And those were just some of the few applications of the boon. It spread to everything about me that included cells...so everything about me was affected. My muscles would be stronger, my bones harder and my joints more flexible and all of my body better suited to the rough world I would soon find myself in.

I would, in a sense, be a super Human. Or a High Human from Fantasy.

But yet again, despite having gained a very valuable boon, I just spun the wheel again. Truly, looking back on that time spent in the white expanse, I was glad I hadn't had to speak to some God or R.O.B. I'd have gotten myself killed.

Once again the wheel spun and spun until finally it settled upon another physical boon. Though I do wish now that it had landed on a 'being born in a major House', I wasn't upset about what I got. 'Physical and Genetic Augmentation of a SPARTAN II'. So, the super soldiers of super soldiers. Well, only beaten by Space Marines from Warhammer 40k, at least.

So, alongside my cells and genes already being better...they would undergo even more enhancement. Even stronger muscles, even harder bones, even better flexibility and even faster reflexes.

Though I did actually have a thought at that point in time - I wonder if this guarantees the success of the augmentations or not? - but I'd never know. Because I didn't die and gained this augmentations as I grew...I'd just go with thought of 'Yes, yes it did guarantee my survival'.

But just like that, before I could react or look around any longer, I found myself in a dark place.

Then I felt like I was being squeezed to death. Then pushed toward a hole. My emotions were back in full at this time, so I put all the pieces together and realized what was happening:

I was being born. Yippee.

I soon came out of my mom, which is the oddest sentence I've ever thought of, and I was met by the first person I'd see in the world of Planetos. Or Westeros. Whatever you wanna call it. Anyway, it wasn't the midwife who'd helped my mother but instead the man I was almost instantly passed to. A man with bright red hair and a big bushy beard of the same color. No, I don't mean ginger when I say red, I literally mean red. Like blood. A scarlet or crimson color that I didn't think were possible for human's to have. Yet, right here and now, on this man, it looked completely natural.

"My second born son...I'll name you Lucius," he smiled wide and I was surprised he spoke perfectly fluent English. I know the show was in English but I didn't think the God/R.O.B who sent me here would put me into the show.

It seems I was incorrect.

The bearded man held me in his arms and smiled down at me before looking up at someone else, "What do you think about the name, love?" he asked with a tender tone and a tired voice replied.

"Just give me my son, Ronald," a feminine voice dismissively ordered yet the tiredness in the voice diminished the imperative tone somewhat but did nothing to stop the lingering sharpness in her tone if her order was not met. It was oddly frightening, honestly.

And so, I was passed to a woman who was just like the man - a redhead. But this woman was a ginger. Orange hair cascaded down her shoulders, wet from sweat and parts sticking to her forehead and cheeks. But it did nothing to diminish the beauty she held. Her pair of cat green eyes stared down at me, tiredness trying to overwhelm the unconditional love in those eyes and failing terribly as the woman, my mother, brought her breast out and put me toward it.

I remember at that moment I wasn't really struck by indecision. I latched onto her teat as quickly as it arrived. After all, when in Rome do as the Romans do...or rather, when in a baby's body, do as a babies do.

Which brings me to the end of my reminiscence about the way I entered this world.

Through dying, spinning a wheel a few times and then being born and breastfed. Huh.