《My life in Valhalla.》


 Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

    I woke up in the middle of a meadow, with a voice that welcomed me.


    Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.


    The voice said.


    Where am I?.


    Ask.


    This is valhalla.


    Answered.


    Who are you? Ask.


    I am your host.


    I answer even though he wasn''t really talking to me.


    My name is Odin.


    I welcome all the participants of this occasion.


    I know you must be confused for waking up here with confusing memories, so let me clear up some things.


    You are dead.


    On the day of their death they were contacted and offered a deal to come to Valhalla, to prove yourself or continue on the path of death, and they chose to come.


    But death is irreversible and absolute to what enriality we cannot bring them back to life, if their current state is that we replace their body of flesh and blood with an ether body, functionally their mortal body is not so different, except for some things that you will discover later.


    This is closer to a reincarnation than to a resurrection and therefore it can be said that they are a different person than before they died.


    As the new person they are they had to be deprived of their counts before death to prevent their minds from collapsing because of the loss.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    But don''t let that make your life bitter, think of this as a new beginning.


    Now I will explain how things work here, in life everyone was some kind of warrior, and in their death they will be able to polish their skills in this place.


    Although we take away their attachments to their previous life, we do not touch their life skills.


    So all your martial skills are still with you.


    And they will need them.


    This world is full of reincarnated warriors, demons, warrior angels and hollow , all of them very violent.


    In this world there are 20 types of state that represent their martial power, and all of them can be stolen, exchanged, bought or sold, given away or inherited.


    In this world every life form wishes to have more states, since these are related to the quality of life that you enjoy.


    Here, more is better.


    And the people of this world will do anything for more.


    Anyway, to know more say "Nexus" and they can communicate with the core of the existence of this world, there they can do many things, as well as gain more knowledge.


    Well it''s time to say goodbye, we will get back in touch and achieve something worthy of my attention.


    Ladies and gentlemen, this is all for today, I hope you enjoy your new life in Valhalla.


    The voice stopped talking.


    Try asking a question.


    Do you know who I am?


    But the voice did not respond.


    So I tried to try saying the word "Nexus".


    A transparent blue screen appeared in front of me.


    Lyrics began to appear.


    But then everything started to blink.


    The screen became a rainbow of colors.


    It crumbled and became two whirlpools .


    And after the two tornadoes they formed people.


    A Man and a Woman.


    An elderly couple.


    My name is Nexus.


    The old man said.


    My name is Pleiades.


    Said the old woman.


    But you can call us mom and dad.


    They said at the same time.

 Mom and Dad.

    The two elders in front of me presented themselves as my parents and they said and my name was Plexus with a look full of pride in themselves.


    I hated the name.


    But I don''t have a better one to refer to myself, in fact I don''t have much of anything, my mind feels empty and everything feels so new.


    The only thing I have that can be called memories are images of fighting and men and women talking to each other very closely, but somehow I know that these memories do not belong to me, yet I can manipulate them as if they were a living thing and not only images of the past stored inside me.


    What do I mean by this?


    Well I can be any person or object within the memory and see the situation from their point of view.


    For example.


    In a memory of a duel of two children practicing fencing with wooden swords, I can be both the children and the wooden swords to the ground they walk on.


    It''s a strange situation, somehow I know I shouldn''t be able to do this but I also know that this is completely normal for me.


    My mind is confused, it is filled with contradictory thoughts and feelings.


    I am and I am not at the same time.


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    Plexus?


    Call my mother.


    His expression looks worried.


    True, I am Plexus!


    I still don''t like the name.


    If I find a better one, I will change it.


    Something wrong with you, Plexus!


    My father asks.


    I am confused, memories that do not belong to me do not stop appearing in my head.


    My parents seem amazed and then again they seem proud of themselves for some reason.


    I wonder if everything is fine with them, being rare will not be heiritary right ?.


    The headache suddenly worsens, it feels as if violence and love themselves are forced into me.


    A rare way of saying it I know, but what options do I have to describe it, have you ever felt like everything around you becomes people who fluctuate between trying to kill each other has tried to seduce you and then have the brilliant idea that your head It is the best place to continue your strange courtship.


    This situation is strange, there is no other way to describe this situation, and the strangest thing at all is that it does not feel completely unnatural, it is like when you drink water, a little when you are thirsty is natural and invigorating but undo putting the ocean by Your throbbing sounds like something you would like to avoid doing.


    My parents soon realize that I am not feeling well, they point to me and say "parental control", then the pains stop, a window emerges in front of me and I hear a voice coming from her that tells me that my law of love and Violence has been restricted by my parents.


    Law of love and violence?


    Now I know, this law is my special power that gives me control of love and violence.


    Oh no, this my power is weird.


    Because I can''t throw fireballs from my hands like any normal man.


    I want to cry.


    And I do.


    That day I cried for the first time in my life, while my parents went into a panic and began to hug me and try to comfort me.


    The world is unfair, one is born feeling curious and invincible just wanting to have absolute power and the ability to launch electric shocks from the hands and lasso rays of the eyes like any super hero that is respected, but instead of such powers that make you see how a pervert or a boyfriend you really should end, and also your parents give Plexus name.

 My name is Plexus.

    When I finished crying my father began to explain to me the situation I was in.


    Apparently after birth.


    Happy Birthday to me.


    And as such my parents gave me a gift.


    A complete set of clothes and an incredibly delicious meal.


    I was satisfied with both gifts the clothes were comfortable, fashionable and surprisingly easy to move in a fight.


    And the food was the most delicious thing I had tasted in my life and also the first thing I had tasted in life, which made it doubly good.


    After changing my clothes with which I woke up, which was basically a sack of potatoes with room for my arms and legs, I put on my new clothes some boxer, white shirt without prints some jens and a black vest.


    All this in a dressing room that I swear came out of nowhere, but that my parents insist that it was always there.


    Already changed, I feel much more confident about myself than before and I''m ready for some answers about myself.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    I sit at the table with my mother and father, which certainly came out of nowhere, but that does not matter for now.


    I look my father in the eye and ask him to explain to me that I am.


    He tells me that I belong to a race of cosmic beings native to the Valhalla, a race with many names for humans but none that we take for ourselves, we usually call ourselves by the name of the spice of our paradise so as not to cause problems or call the Attention more than necessary.


    Apparently our numbers are small, so we don''t find many of our kind.


    We saw for long periods of time and we can have offspring with any form of life, our fertility is high but the more children we have and the less time we spend, the less powerful and complex people become.


    The strongest children after being born from their mother''s womb must spend time brewing in an open-field egg, and that is why I was born in this meadow.


    The child also enters stronger the more possibilities there are for him to develop a stronger body, or not to be born alone but with some kind of guardian living being, a strong control over life around him or with some law, which is a control over existence.


    Apparently I was born with a law of love and violence that was inherited from my parents who have the law of aggression and passion.


    This also makes me smarter than a newborn should be and much more developed because I have the figure of a 13 year old male teenager.


    When we finished talking I began to feel sleepy my parents said it was time to sleep and that we should enter the house, a two-story house with two bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, two rooms and a kitchen, which I have to say there was never seen before, but my parents noticed that I had been here for years, I wonder if my eyes will be fine, I have no real vision problems ?, lately one hundred things appear and disappear from my sight and as the provador where I change I don''t see it anywhere.

 My hometown is Valhalla.

    My parents told me about the world in which I was born.


    Valhalla is a semi-plane, a world artificially created by the war god Ares.


    And just when my father said this a voice was heard inside my head.


    - System announcement the name of the god of Valhalla is Ares -


    I ask my parents what is the voice I hear, and they tell me that it is the voice of the world system, a creation of the god Ares that informs of the important events that occur in the world.


    My mother says it is a part of the menu that all Valhalla residents can see if they want to.


    But something feels strange with this statement.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    He feels that the menu my mother is talking about was actually called Nexus, I wonder if I''m in balance.


    I try to ask my parents but the voice sounds again.


    -System announcement the personal guide of the system is called menu-


    Well I guess that clears everything up.


    Back to the topic.


    Valhalla is a semiplane built by the god ares lord of war, with the aim of cultivating dead warriors to reincarnate them in different worlds where their martial talents could help the living to survive and prosper.


    This has 6 government departments:


    1- Department of integration of newly reincarnated warriors.


    2- Department of colonization of natural areas for the creation of homes for reincarnated warriors.


    3- Department of management, integrated by the executive branch, represented by Odin the strongest reincarnated warrior of the Valhalla, the legislative branch, composed of the Valkyrie, and the judiciary represented by the 100 strongest warriors of the Valhalla.


    4- Department of merit and punishment.


    5- Department of personal development.


    6- Department of military force development.