Ken had just died after being shot on the chest, hit by a truck and fell on a manhole. Without even so much as recognizing and acknowledging over what happened to him and coming to terms that he has quote, unquote, 'passed away', he found himself in between worlds, thrusted to do a "Mission" and get a wish or... 

He finds himself in between a myriad of choices, and none... seem appealing.

The Third Party

Ken’s POV (12 yrs. and 8 months old) 


I look back at the group as we continue walking back to where the nature deers live, and assess their faces, and look for anything out of the ordinary, so far there seems to be none, but why won’t they look me in the eye. 


Even uncle and auntie are avoiding eye contact with me, hmmm, there must be something that happened to them earlier when I was sleeping, but to what it is… meh, I guess I’ll find out later. 


My fight earlier must have thinned out the forces of the monsters that came out of the gate, for we haven’t encountered masses of them, only a few, which we dispatched off quickly. 


‘Arcane and Wind Magic: Surgical Sweep.’ A soft breeze flew past me towards a radius of… one mile… Oh it has upgraded, but isn’t this still level one when I checked it? 


‘There must be some improvement to your power or cultivation when you were asleep.’ said White floating in front of me, I casually took a glance at him. 


Chapter 45 - We Won’t Judge