Emilia heard the alarm and sighed, closing the book she had been reading. It was time for yet another operation. She was thirty-two, and the last eight years had been spent hopping between hospitals. Facing a rare disease that afflicted only one in 700,000 people, she relied on incredibly expensive and experimental drugs, treatments, and therapies.
The only things that had carried her through those years were books—and, lately, her faith in the Goddess.
Emilia closed her eyes as she heard the anesthesiologist counting the seconds. First came a light dizziness, then a slow release of tension. Moments later, a heaviness wrapped around her limbs, a fog clouded her mind, and everything faded into darkness.
When she awoke, this time there was no fatigue, no pain. Fear held her back from opening her eyes; she wanted to relax, to sleep a little longer. But the strange silence unnerved her, and she gradually opened them. She found herself in a strange, dark space.
Suddenly, something appeared before her. Something far above her—beyond the reach of an ordinary human. Something that stirred that familiar, hopeful feeling she had known from her prayers.
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“Hello, Emilia. You are a rare traveler, one I have chosen to visit.”
“Transmigrea!” Emilia’s eyes lit up, and she hurried to her knees. She had been praying to the goddess for years. Transmigrea was known across countless worlds as the goddess who guided souls, and sometimes even bodies, of believers into new, exciting worlds.
When her name became known, countless souls eager for an afterlife flocked to this new goddess, drawn by the promise of something unique and different. Who wouldn’t want a second beginning in a richer, more vibrant world?
Many wealthy modern citizens prayed to be reborn—even as ordinary peasants—in a world filled with magic, no matter how cruel. Meanwhile, many people from such realms prayed to be reborn in a fairer, wealthier world—like ours.
Here on Earth, far from hunger and war, anyone could reach far. Wasn’t everything just a click away, within reach on the Internet?
“Emilia, let me tell you this. I heard the prayers of both you and a child born far away, in another world. Different. Magical. Wild and intriguing. You prayed for challenges, for magic, for adventure. She prayed for a world where farmers weren’t the poorest, where she could afford warm white bread. A world without slavery. Filled with wonder and freedom. I believe Earth can offer just that…”
As the anesthesiologist’s voice faded, Emilia smiled—and fell asleep for the last time in this world.