Pov: Ryuk
Cold! I felt extremely cold, shivering from it. This sensation made me wake up from my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes, and my surroundings became clear to me. I am in some kind of room, a broken room with nothing but a mat. The walls of this room are extremely thin, made up just of some bricks and wood. There is also a window that has no window, just an empty space in the wall.
The space of the room is very small, not even close to my bathroom. After thinking about my old room, I remembered something, and then it suddenly hit me that I should have died. That bastard Johnny attacked my neck with a sickle. I still remember the extreme pain and my screams. My consciousness vanished, and everything went black.
Did I survive? I must have survived; there is no other way. The police must have reached and rescued me, but why am I in such a place? This place looks like a one room thatched hut, made up from brick and mud. I should be in a hospital bed.
Trying to access my situation I touched my neck using my hand and there no wound there my neck is perfectly fine as if no one attacked it with a sickle, this made me feel more strange, slowly I tried to stand up, I felt a little weakness but still I manage to stand up trying to get out of this room to see the situation outside.
Then I noticed something, while trying to stand up, I looked at my hand, which was that of a small child. Seeing this, I noticed that my body is strange, my hands and feet look like a child's, even my height is reduced. Just then, a sharp pain hit my head as a large quantity of information poured inside my head.
AAAHAAA!!!!
I screamed as that unbearable pain hit my head, then familiar as well as unfamiliar memories came to my mind, along with them, a name came to my mind, Ryuk, Ryuk Ashborn, my name is Ryuk Ashborn, but no, my name is Rajeev or was. I don't know, there is a lot of pain in my head.
I kept clutching my head and crying because of pain then slowly after some minutes the pain subsided but I still felt a lot of weight in my head, but at least now I have little clear head to think about my situation first I can confirm that I died and now I am reborn, this is my body and my name now is Ryuk, Ryuk Ashborn.
I am confused as to who am I, I have memories of both Rajeev and Ryuk, but for now, I will be Ryuk, as Rajeev already died, and I don't want to remember those bad memories associated with that name, so in this life, I will live as Ryuk.
Now that I decided I focused back on my memories in this life, Ryuk or should I say I was a son of City lord Ash city, this world where I am currently residing nothing but a sort of horror, no one knows when it started but since the dawn of humanity they have to hide and survive against other creatures that inhabit this world, but slowly history changed as humans able to harness a energy known as Martial force through their martial arts becoming apex of this world, but then this world start getting corrupted.
It was a corruption on the fundamental level first were the normal beast that live in forest, they started growing stronger becoming more stronger than most of martial artist this changed the situation of those who live near forest but real threat came from humans, some humans trying to find origin of the corruption started use that energy becoming something like zombie a corrupted, this was an apocalypse for humans, but soon they also adjusted themselves as advancing in their use of martial energy becoming someone who can blast mountains with a fist.
But this fight continues as corruption brings horde of such creatures to attack human settlements so every great powerhouse decided to spread the humans in small settlements as a large one will attract more of such corruption because these creatures were mostly brainless they only attack in presence to humans or quantity of humans, this came in handy so a federation soon made which manage the settlements spread all across the world.
Every settlement or city is further divided into levels such as village, town, city, great city, mega city, etc. I was one of the men who was the lord of a city; my father was a powerhouse in the martial realm who managed a city for the federation. I don't remember much about him as he always neglected his family; most of the time, only servants took care of me. I don't know about my mother, as I never saw her.
Then just few months ago a tragedy struck, our city was targeted by an evil martial artist, original he wanted to get a good position in the city but my father refused him and beaten him almost to death in his arrogance, who knows that this person was a Necromancer, he used his undead powers to create an artificial horde of beast towards our city but this was not the main problem as it can be solved with swipe of my father's hand, the problem was time.
At that time, my city was hosting a guest from the federation who came with his disciples to hunt in nearby ruins, because of this undead horde, one of his disciple got hurt. That evil Necromancer died in seconds because of the anger of that powerhouse, but my father did not escape, as in anger, that person also struck my father, making him run for his life with a half-dead body. Currently, he is in prison in higher city of federation because of not managing his city properly.
This all led to me suddenly losing every support I had in this world, which only recognized my strength and background. Ultimately, I had to run and hide to save my life from the enemies of my father. Now this thatched hut is something I find at the outskirts of city which is abandoned so it became my new home for last few months.
Standing inside the hut I went to outside as there is something in my memory which made me concerned, getting out of the hut I saw a small clearing and from small distance away from me are similar structure like that hut this place is a slum, but I did not focus on that as in front of my hut is several small child some are around 5 to 6 years old, there are nine children all trying to sleep in this cold night while sticking to each other.
I remembered that these children are orphans who come in day to this place. They migrated from the inner city because of some circumstances. One of the children leading this group, a girl who looked 11 years old, similar to me, requested that I give them a place to sleep tonight, but I refused, as I became too paranoid after all the things that had happened to me. So they slept in front of my hut.
Getting near to them, I wake them up as they woke up with groggy eyes, I gave them permission to sleep in the hut, suddenly the girl leading had a beaming smile and quickly took all those children inside, now this small hut is completely filled which made the environment somewhat warm, now I felt a good feeling inside my heart as in this life I can help those who are in need, because in my previous I was the reason for suffering of many, thinking this I also joined the sleeping group closing my eyes, as I don't know why but I feel extremely good and calm after helping them.