Walking on the populated streets in the city, full of cigarette smokes, trashes and the noise of the cars and whatnot. My mother
told me to go buy some vegetables and other stuffs for this week. I really don't like this city as I 'm quite new in here. Fortunately,
the market, convenience stores and such are near in our apartment so I don't get lost. Also, fortunately, I haven't been robbed or
threatened yet by the hoodlums in the area.

I graduated already but that was just a quasi-cover-up. The thing is, if I finished all of my remaining subjects(courses), then I could
get my diploma without issues. All of my family thought I already finished college and was quite happy about it. But I am not even  happy in this precarious situation.

Every day or hour may be, I can't get helped to be guilty. I'm just an below average man, without talents and skills, where can I get
my position? If I achieved something, could I get some 'attention' that I already surrendered? If I worked harder than I did last
trimester, will they look up to me?

Highschool--no, since elementary, I realized the gap between the gifted and the normal child. Whenever I worked hard, as much as I
could, someone surpasses that. Easily at that. I tried hard but lost again. Tried harder but again, all for naught. Eventually, I looked
at myself in the mirror. I was already a senior in highschool. When did the last time I saw my face without worrying over formulas,
theories and such?

I thought that I was not studying enough. I thought that my classmates was just lucky that they got high scores in tests and quizes. I
thought that my friends and schoolmates are good at anything they enjoy because they got received applauses from their close
ones. But I was naive.

Even in my family. My sister and brothers already have surpassed me. They've got much better grades and medals than mine. Is it
because I'm dumb? Is it because I'm not studying the right way? What is wrong with even though I work hard? Is this what all I am
for? Is this what all I've got? Am I working hard enough?

At that moment, I studied harder, getting better in what I believe I am strong at. I even collapsed from overwork and stress thrice. I
didn't even give a damn about my health.

The exams arrived. Then the next day, the sports festival.

But I was still utterly defeated. I saw the backs of people, smiling, that their efforts didn't come in vain. But what about mine? I who
persisted? I, who overworked myself with zeal?

I came home, devastated. Didn't even eat dinner despite of my body's needs of food.

Reality hits me hard and I silently cried.

The 'me' of the old became lost and became the 'me' now who is a wanderer.

I studied less, put more less efforts in everything. Goofing off with delinquents, sometimes, cutting classes. Fortunately, serious
crimes didn't even occur to my mind and if the delinquents invites me, I excuse myself. Eventually, becoming the me right now.

My mother stayed in her sister's apartment for some odd jobs and to get a licensure exam lately. She persistently says to come in
there, eventually after how long she tried, I yielded.

I became a 'do' man here in my aunt's house. Though they treat me like a family, me, not doing anything scares my conscience
greatly. So I still do some chores and did what my aunt orders me to.

Anyways. I wandered in a lonely street with just a single lamp that lights it. A staggering man walks groggily like drunk.

I walked far away to the man but the man suddenly fell down on the hard, cold road. I looked into my sorroundings and didn't see
anyone. With no choice left and my guilty conscience of being the one who can help, I came over.

"Hey! You alright mister?!"

"How... Save... World... Doom..."

His mumbled words came out unconciously. But the last two words gave me strange chill in my spine. This is bad. Whenever my
spine chills like this, a bad situation is coming. But I just can't leave this man. This is tugging my conscience as it bugs me the last
two words he said.

I carried him as I recalled a nearby park. I brought a water bottle on our way to sober him up.

"Here, drink this. It'll sober you up a little."

The man drank the water with a gusto and emptied the bottle in no time.

"Thank you, young man. Forgive me for this sorry state. Many things happened to lately."

"N-No problem."

The man threw a long sigh and he smiled at me.

"I'm troubled with some things, perchance, can you listen to it? I heard talking it through a stranger alleviates the weight of the
problems a little bit."

I nod. I'm not in a hurry any way. Also, it doesn't seem he's here to offer me some fake ancient jars or joining a new faith for a price.

"There was I place important to me, you see. I want to protect it but I'm not allowed to. Even my fellows are also the same. But we
can't do anything but provide some words."

"So you're bound by rules or something?"

The man nodded meekly as he looked forward.

"All we can do is watch them in their helpless battles. I wonder, what can you offer me as an outsider?"

Restricted actions is one thing that you put on yourself. It limits your actions and all you can do is watch what is happening in front
of you. Just like this man, for example.

"How about this then? Why don't you seek help from other sources? Exploiting the rules given to you as you gather what you can
get? This way, not only you can find some short-term remedies in your problems, it can also give you time to think more of what can
happen and what you guys can do."

The man, seemingly amused looked at me interestingly.

"Indeed. Why didn't we think of something so simple and realistically? Truly, as an outsider, one can point out what we can't see,
isn't it?"

"You could say that. People who aren't involved got their views of the world without narrowing their perspective."

"Indeed it is. Thank you, young man. We owe you some big favour. This is quite a load off on my shoulders."

"No problem. I'll be going now or Mother will nag at me again."

"Yes. We really owe you a big one. Till we meet again."

He waved his hand and I walked forward.

The next day, I woke up, feeling uncomfortable. My head hurts even though I didn't drink last night. Why?

"It seems like you woke up, young man."

I look up to see where the voice is but my vision is blurry. Still, his voice is quite familiar.

Where did I put my glasses again? I can't see a thing clearly. Oh, someone handed me my glasses.

"Thanks."

Affixing my glasses, I look up who is my guest is. It was the man last night.

He smiled.

"I have come here as the representative of us. We thank you for the advice last night. It seems we can get out of our predicament."

Wait. What's going on?

"Why are you here? How did you get in this room?"

Realizing this question, he smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry for barging into your room suddenly. Still, I can't let you hanging. I said it last night, didn't I? That we owe you a big
favour? I'm here to grant whatever you could wish for."

Huh? You only apologized, you totally didn't answer any of my questions.

"What favour? I didn't do anything though? Also, how can you grant whatever I wish for? Are you a God or something?"

"Yes, it is."

"Yeah right, you aren't--What did you say?"

"I am indeed, a God from another plane. In other words, a god from another world."

No no no! This is strange. How can a God, get drunk like last night and heed my pathetic advice?

"I forgot to say my name, didn't I? I am Faidal, the God of Fate and Courage."

Huuhhhh?! Strange, this is strange. Perhaps, I'm still sleeping?

"Perhaps, you still don't believe me? Please look at my hand and observe."

Without knowing, I was looking at his hands. Suddenly, a sphere made of ice were made. The man snapped his fingers and the
sphere of ice was replaced of a blazing ball of fire.

I was baffled at what I saw. There were no tricks. It just formed suddenly and disappeared.

"Anything you wish for, young man. Anything you wish."

"This is quite sudden for me. Can you give me some time and think? That just now broke my reality and I need to calm down."

"Yes. You don't have to hurry, you have the time."

He smiled.

A few seconds later, I got my views up and calmed down.

"How should I call..."

I pointed him.

"Haha, I don't need such pleasantries. Just call me whatever you want."

"Then, Faidal it is."

I threw a long sigh as to breathe out my worries.

"Did you just said you can grant me anything I wish for? To what extent can you give me, Faidal?"

"Yes, that is a good mindset. We can secretly give you anything as long as you're satisfied. But you can't just flaunt whatever you
received in us here in this world. The native Gods and Goddesses might become wary of us and it'll be a problem."

As long as I can be discreet huh? What do I really want? I haven't finished my college yet, but I want to finish it up so badly that I
can't let my parents know it. I want to be independent but I don't have enough funds. Also, I can't get a proper job as my college
papers always holds me back. My parents can't give me money anymore because they believe I graduated already.

"I don't know. I don't want to wish money because I won't be satisfied. I want to be independent and earn money for myself. Giving
some of my salary to my parents. That's all I want but the talk is my job."

"We might have a solution about that. Might you be interested?"

"What is it?"

This God is always smiling. Is his face alright for smiling all the time?

"We are in need of helpers and we didn't have anyone. Might you be interested in becoming an Arch-Angel?"

"Huh? Are you seriously talking about angels, the servants of gods?"

"Yes, indeed. If you accept, we can now have a subordinate who can come down and guide our believers. The pay can be gold or
this world's money."

Gold?! As in that shiny glittering in carats?

"Is that true? Based on what you have shown me earlier, your world is quite likely to be far less civilized and quite depended on
mystical powers."

"Yes. But danger always accompanies you if you agree to this. Our world is in much peril and we need someone who can guide our
people."

He must be talking about how dangerous their world is.

"Why are you offering me this? Can't you find someone who are more talented than me?"

"I have put my trust in you. Also, I know how to judge people just by the intonations of their voice, bodily movements and such. I'm
confident that you can get this job done."

No wonder he offered this to me. He's the God of Fate, isn't he? Most probably, my presence might affect some of their plans.

Still, if I accept this, I might stop living being a normal human anymore.

I have read various novels in my breaktime and the otherworld adventures struck me. Well, who wouldn't? I'd love to hold a sword,
travel around like a vagabond, casting magic and making legends.

"Can I return here on Earth?"

He chuckled. Smiling big and spread out his arms.

"Why yes! The minimum requirement to cast a Plane Portal is for the person to have an aptitude of imagination and vast amounts of
magic power. As a resident of this world, Earth, you have fulfilled the flexibility of imagination while being reborn as an Arch-Angel
grants you vast magical power second to Deities and Demon Gods."

"Reborn? Does that mean that my existence would be gone?"

Anxiously, I asked. This is important. I can't resent my own family however I can. I can't blame them for my own ineptitude talents. I
still want to see my siblings smiling and my parent's nagging.

"No no no. Nothing will happen. Just tell them that you're working far away."

Who the hell would believe that lame excuse?

"Alright. I accept."

Faidal beamed a dazzling smile.

"Thank you! Now, we can do more than what we have planned. With this, the salvation of Pristia is near!"

In this day, I, Lars Natoria have stopped being a below averaged person in this world.