One of the things i really like is the smell of the rain and pine, when they are together, the smell takes everything away, of course, if you stop to appreciate the smell, but when you''ve just had a car accident and your new car has just been bought, you can''t help but feel a particular burst of anger that doesn''t let you appeciate the smell thad God put in nature to give you a natural sedative.


    Thad and the particular fact that i just use the Core of Reason to generate a blue energy shield to save mysealf from certain death at then hands of the ever friendly neighborhood Truck-chan canada edition, who just tried to send me to an isekai or go to the almighty creator, i don''t know what to say, I should be dead, o no , not because of the truck, no , that would surely earn a good laugh from my supervising angel, i should be dead beacuse my soul was: breaking, withering, dissolving, rotting, and after the war and achieving my happy ending, i had accepted my death, due to the soul bomb thad the deamons were going to use, my soul ended up affected, the bomb was designed to ignore defenses and attack souls directly, i managed to stop it before it detonated, but being near her as the radiation had already poisoned me.


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    I shouldn''t have survived, yet here I am, and if my memories don''t lie to me for the past 14 years I''ve been living a quiet life as a Secretary for a trading company, 5 days ago one of our suppliers cut off our supply of raw wood materials, I made a trip from California to Washington D.C. and then to Canada to solve our problem, well in the process it turned out that my bosses in D.C. wanted to introduce me to their children to set me up with one, of course I respectfully declined their advances, and as punishment for rejecting their precious pretentious children I was quietly forced to speak with our suppliers in Canada, after an unexpected adventure where I ended up leaving a notice of breach of contract, throwing the problem at my bosses, and getting a new, better supplier, I was returning home.