Chapter 1: The Last Breath of a Loser
Dracular had always been invisible. A shadow in his own life, ignored and overlooked. His name was a whisper of failure—an afterthought at family dinners, a joke among classmates, a loser with no future. But tonight, everything was about to change.
The moon hung low and heavy over the city, casting pale light on the cracked alley behind his uncle's mansion. Dracular's breath came out ragged as he crept closer to the broken window. His heart pounded, every step heavy with dread and determination.
Inside, he saw them—his uncle tangled in the arms of a woman who wasn't his aunt. The sight burned through Dracular's chest, but what hurt worse was the betrayal. His mother, trusting and kind, deserved better than this.
He stepped forward, his voice breaking the silence like a fragile thread.
"Uncle... how could you? Mom... she doesn't deserve this."
The man turned, eyes dark as night, cold and unforgiving.
"You don't understand, boy. Stay out of this."
But Dracular wouldn't be silenced. Years of pain, loneliness, and anger surged through him, making his voice louder, harder.
"You lied. You betrayed her. And you think I'll just look the other way?"
Before he could react, a blade flashed in the moonlight.
Pain exploded in his side, sharp and unforgiving.
He fell to his knees, blood warm and sticky against the cold stone.
His world blurred. Faces faded. His heartbeat slowed, then stopped.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
But death was not the end.
A voice echoed—soft, yet commanding.
"Dracular... your story is not over."
When Dracular opened his eyes, he found himself in a place unlike any he had ever imagined.
The sky rippled with colors that defied description—shifting from deep violet to shimmering gold, swirling like liquid light.
The ground beneath him felt weightless, as if he stood on a sea of stars.
Three figures stood before him, each radiating power and presence beyond mortal understanding.
"Who tha f* are these white geezers am supposed to be in heaven I did something holy I caught my uncle" dracular thought to himself while scratching his butt
The first, cloaked in shadows that seemed to whisper lies, was Deceit.
The second, burning with a fierce, red rage, was Hatred.
The third, glowing softly with iridescent light, was the God of Fantasy.
The God of Fantasy stepped forward, his eyes pools of endless possibility.
"Dracular, you have been chosen," he said, voice melodic yet firm.
"Your life was cut short, but your purpose remains unfinished, what do you think is the greatest power."
A glowing orb appeared in Dracular's palm, pulsing gently.
"Within this orb lies the last fantasy of a dying man. Your mission: fulfill it, or you perish."
Suddenly, a surge of power coursed through Dracular's body.
He gasped, feeling something awaken inside—a system, a force that connected him to this realm and the tasks ahead.
Before his eyes, a translucent interface appeared, glowing softly with information.
SYSTEM INTERFACE:
MISSION: Fulfill the dying man's fantasy.
TIME LIMIT: 24 hours from target's death or before.
REWARD: Experience points, skill upgrades, physical enhancements.
FAILURE: Permanent death of Dracular.
CURRENT TARGET: Thomas Reynolds — 65 years old, dying of heart failure.
FANTASY: Intimate reunion with his late wife.
Dracular blinked, overwhelmed but strangely focused.
The God of Fantasy smiled.
"Each fantasy you fulfill strengthens you—physically, mentally, spiritually. Your power will grow."
Deceit's shadowy form chuckled softly from the side, while Hatred's burning eyes glared with silent challenge.
"You must beware," the God of Fantasy warned, "the other gods do not always aid your journey."
Dracular nodded, his resolve hardening.
This was his second chance. He would not waste it although he did not know why he hasn't been ascended to heaven he just wanted to know what reincarnation has for a loser like him .
First Mission: Thomas's Last Fantasy
Dracular's vision blurred and shifted.
Suddenly, he was standing in a small, warmly lit hospital room.
An old man lay in the bed, pale and fragile, eyes closed but twitching as if dreaming.
Dracular felt the system interface update:
MISSION STATUS: Active
TIME REMAINING: 24 hours
He stepped closer, feeling an inexplicable pull toward the man's fading heartbeat.
The orb's glow intensified, revealing a shimmering doorway beside the bed—a portal into the fantasy realm.
Without hesitation, Dracular stepped through.
Inside, the world transformed.
Gone were the sterile hospital walls.
Instead, a lush garden bathed in golden light stretched out in every direction.
Birdsong filled the air. Flowers bloomed in vivid colors.
And there, seated on a bench beneath a blossoming cherry tree, was a woman—beautiful, serene, and radiant.
Dracular's heart ached as he recognized her.
She was the old man's late wife, Eleanor—frozen in time, forever young in the fantasy.
The system whispered reminders.
MISSION OBJECTIVE: Fulfill the fantasy of intimate reunion.
REQUIRED ACTION: Provide emotional and physical connection to satisfy the dying man's final wish.
Dracular swallowed hard.
He was to become Eleanor's partner in this illusion.
The pressure was immense. This was no mere act—it was a final gift, a chance to bring peace to a fading soul.
Dracular approached Eleanor.
Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled.
"Thomas has waited so long," she whispered.
Dracular took her hand gently.
In that moment, he was no longer a loser, no longer a victim.
He was a bridge between life and death, between longing and fulfillment.
The next hours blurred.
Dracular moved with a grace and tenderness he never knew he possessed.
He whispered words of love, shared laughter, and held Eleanor close.
The system pulsed, rewarding him—experience points, new skills unlocking.
With every touch, every kiss, the old man's heartbeat grew steadier.
He mistakenly hit a spot as she groan in pleasure twisting both her legs and locking him in Thomas almost ran mad in the hospital but he had no strength.
"Imma die if I don't get this right tf why me😭"
"Sheesh just continue moving" she whispers to his ear making dracular whose never seen an undies under his life run mad
Finally, as the fantasy reached its peak, Thomas's eyes fluttered open.
A peaceful smile crossed his face.
Back in the hospital room, the orb shattered.
Dracular felt the power surge through him.
MISSION COMPLETE. REWARD: +150 XP, +Charm +5, +Empathy +3
The system blinked, revealing new options: Skills, Stats, Next Mission.
Dracular breathed deeply, feeling stronger—more alive.
Reflection and Resolve
As the portal closed behind him, Dracular stood once more in the godly realm.
The God of Fantasy nodded in approval.
"You have done well."
Deceit's voice slithered, "But not all fantasies are so kind."
Hatred's glare promised trials ahead.
Dracular clenched his fists.
This was only the beginning.
With the system guiding him, with power growing inside, he would face every fantasy, every challenge.
Because this second chance was his only chance.
And he would survive—no matter the cost.