God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

"Dear Good Samaritan,

This letter has been written by my son, as I am not well-versed in writing, but I hope it conveys my deepest gratitude. For seven long years, my son has been suffering from a disease that has left him in a painful coma. My younger daughter also needed an operation for an ectopic pregnancy after a traumatic assault.

Since then, both my daughter and grandson have been unable to enjoy life, and the money the doctors are requesting for their treatment is far beyond my capabilities.

This is what led me to begging.

I want to inform you that the money you have unfailingly given me for seven years now has changed our lives. My son, who was in a coma for seven years, has woken up and helped write the content of this letter. My daughter successfully had her baby three days ago and came home to me just last night, safe and sound with her baby boy.

Words cannot describe the emotions I feel towards what you have done for me and my family. Now, I am happily united with my son and my daughter, along with her handsome baby, whom we named Nolan. I have learned that you are called Nolan by the people in the organization.

Thank you for saving my family from unimaginable despair. I hope you also find peace in your life, just as I have in mine.

Thank you, thank you very much."

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Ever since he had been born, Nolan couldn't say his life had ever been peaceful.

His father was a coal miner and a drunkard, and his mother was a well-renowned whore. Neither ever had time for him, and the only thing he often heard most was the sound of their quarreling.

Just at his tenth birthday, he had been thrown into the coal mining industry with the fate of working for 60 years in slavery.

Nothing had been bright for him, and he knew more than anyone that his life was truly meaningless.

He had always known the quote about everyone being blessed with the gift of life, but very few people actually getting to live it.

Many people find it hard to comprehend, but not Nolan.

He was the exact definition of it.

He was alive, but there was no difference between him and a dead person.

Yet, right now, as he lay there, a stake out of his chest and life slipping away from him, he felt like he was the most fulfilled person in the world.

He had used his seemingly useless life to save another man's.

And not just a single man, but a son, a daughter, and a grandson.

Now he felt it. His purpose in life. And he knew well he had successfully completed it.

"Perhaps, it was all worth it in the end..." Those were his last words as his head slumped, and the last vestige of life finally floated away.

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"How sad of a life...." The voice rang through the pitch-black void of space where a milky white ball, along with millions of others, floated onto a golden white step that disappeared into the far distance of the void.

In the next instant...

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

An incredibly loud sound of the void being torn apart rang out, and a single gigantic eyeball, thousands of kilometers in radius, appeared in the ripped open space, looking through it.

Instantly, it settled onto the sphere where Nolan's soul ball lay, and in the next instant, the voice rang out loud and clear...

"Come to me, dear one..."

Like a command that could not be refused, Nolan's soul ball floated from the multitude of white balls toward the gigantic eyeball.

"YOU DARE, YOU BASTARD!!!" The loud roar boomed through the entire void of the underworld as a figure appeared instantly in front of Nolan's soul, his devilish claws wrapping over it, but suddenly...

BAAAAAAANG

Green Lightning smashed into the hand, causing it to jerk backward as the enormous devilish figure of pure red skin was tossed back like nothing.

Finally, stopping his backward motion, his blood-red eyes stared down at the single eye in the sky, which held nothing but mockery and disdain.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, LOKI!!" the devilish figure roared out loud, a gigantic red spear appearing in the next instant, as he prepared to take off to the sky...

"Why must you be so loud, Yama!? I bet I can hear your damn voice echoing in my head a thousand times already..."

"Shut up, you bloody bastard. You are the one invading my workspace here, you are the problem!" Yama roared out back in anger as a few clicks resounded.

"Isn't your job to determine whether a soul should go to hell or be reincarnated? We both know this mortal soul is a good one, and he will definitely get reincarnated.

I'm just giving you a helping hand, you horned idiot..." Loki responded with a snort.

"I don't need your bloody help in a million years now and I won't need it in a million years later.

Also, that is the reincarnation path he is supposed to go through, and we all know any other path leads elsewhere.

So what exactly are you trying to do? His rightful place is back to Earth!" Yama roared back, not willing to take a single step back.

He knew well what kind of god Loki was and that he was definitely up to no good!

"Oh? What if I tell you he doesn't belong to Earth but our world instead?"

"What the bloody hell are you planning again, Loki!?" Yama said in exasperation.

"Look, you horned idiot. Look into his soul, what do your blind eyes see?" Loki called out to him as Yama shook his head and could only agree to his stupid request.

As his eyes stared at the soul, he could see his entire life playing and not a single expression appeared on Yama's face.

Only one word: "Unlucky!"

But as he kept looking at the figure, he finally saw something strange, and the deeper he stared, the more shocked he became...

"He...he...he carried that god blood!!!?" Yama screamed out, but before he could say another word, Nolan's soul quickly flew up and entered Loki's space, entering one of the runic lines in his eyes.

"Wait, Loki! You still need the authorization of Psyche before you can take away a bloody soul! And where he gets reincarnated to is in her hands, not yours!" Yama protested, resulting in a sigh from Loki.

"Just tell her I owe her one. And you damn well know where I'm sending him. I'll pay it back to you sometime, Yama. Thank you.

And have fun in the otherworld, eh?" Loki whispered before the crack in the sky disappeared, taking Nolan's soul with him.

"Tch, there better not be a next time!" Yama grumbled before he also disappeared into thin air, returning back to his post.