Chapter 9: The Curse of Luck
I’m standing in a strange place again. Whiteness as far as I can see. The sky, the horizon, the ground. All white. I’m in my new body, though. The one I made when I got reincarnated. Maybe this is the shape of my soul now. Better than my original body.
[Wade?] "I know that I failed to save Tissela, but I still feel better about dying while trying. Instead of running like a coward."
[???] "You’re not dead yet, young man."
Hm? That voice. It’s so familiar. The last time I heard it was in a place just like this.
[Wade?] "Fishing God? Is that you?"
I turn my head and see that same sight. An elderly man sitting on a log and holding a fishing rod. The line stretches down into the white ground and small ripples can be seen pulsing out from where the line moves slightly at the surface.
[Fishing God] "It is, my boy. Looks like you ended up in some trouble."
[Wade?] "Yeah. But if I’m not dead, then what’s going on?"
[Fishing God] "Well it seems that a STRING THEORY found you. It’s a nasty piece of work. Those things are really just pests to us gods, but to you mortal souls, it’s beyond comprehension."
[Wade?] "A STRING THEORY? Like just one of many? There’s more?"
[Fishing God] "Hm? Yeah, they’re all part of a colony called SUPERSTRING THEORY. They move through dimensions and just cause a bit of ruckus here and there. But when they make it to the mortal worlds, the power balance changes a bit. They’re weak when relative to a god. But in the third dimension, they’re powerful."