Johanna pov
I died.
I definitely died.
yet here I am talking to someone who claims to be a god.
"hello Johanna as you were the first person to die in the dungeon you get to reincarnate with your memories intact"(???)
"who, or what, are you?" (johanna)
"you are an interesting mortal. most are dumbstruck by my divinity"(???)
"you're not the first god i've met. answer my question please" (Johanna)
"hmp. I am the god of death and rebirth"(annoyed god of death)
"so you're a minor god" (Johanna)
"yes"(sad god of death)
"so about me reincarnating" (johanna)
"ah yes you get to reincarnate as a monster inside that dungeon" (god of death)
'goblin, I guess'
as I find myself in a dungeon I decide to run. because running has always seemed to calm me down.
I keep running for hours, but I never feel tired. occasionally a monster chases me but they always get tired and fall behind. after about 8 hours of running I start to feel hungry after smelling something like bacon. I run to where the smell is coming from. and see a cooked butchered orc just lying around. I decide to eat eat it as no one is here to claim it. I decide to check out my new skills.
'status'
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'thats nice so I either use 5% or 20% of running cost depending on how it stacks'
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Suddenly a silver-grey wolf and a tall, about 5'10", raven haired young man come in the cave.
'It’s jack'
Jack prepares his dagger and the wolf bares it fangs.
"Wait!” Johanna
"You can talk?" jack
"Of course I can. It’s me Johanna"
Chapter 4 end
Author note: the order of rarity is as follows mediocre, common, uncommon, rare, great, legendary, epic, god-like. Unique could be any of them but only one can exist at a time.