The sterile white void stretched endlessly before Akira. A dull ache pulsed in his head, a faint echo of the truck barreling towards him. Had he swerved to avoid a stray cat? Or was it a dog? The details were hazy.
A booming voice resonated through the emptiness. "Greetings, chosen one. You have transitioned to a new existence."
Akira flinched, searching for the source of the voice. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"I am the System Administrator," the voice replied. "You are currently in the in-between, a transitional space between lives."
A life... Akira's memories flickered - the late nights hunched over strategy guides, the thrill of outsmarting opponents in online games. A pang of regret stabbed at him. He wasn't done yet.
"You have demonstrated exceptional strategic talent in your previous life," the System Administrator continued. "Therefore, you have been chosen to become a Lord in a new world."
Intrigued, Akira pushed aside his grief. "A Lord? What kind of world?"
The System Administrator chuckled, a sound like wind chimes tinkling in a hurricane. "A world teeming with supernatural beings, Devils, Angels, Fallen Angels... a world on the brink of chaos."
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