The Beginning

                                    

                                          
(7/16/24)
Hello everyone! Author here. The long-awaited Rewrite is here!
It's been six years since the first chapter has been published, but I'm back with a completely rewritten version, plus additional chapters from where it was left off!
New Readers, welcome!
Note: The Gamer aspect plays importance throughout the story, and while it does seem like it holds a heavy importance in the identity of the OC, there are larger secrets behind such power that may not be exactly be how the OC initially perceives it. For those worried about to heavy gamer aspect, have no fear, there is closure. The story starts out heavily relying on RPG-elements, it'll eventually wane as the story progresses. Give it a chance and let me cook! The chapters start out slow, but very quickly they'll ramp up in action, word count, etc.
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Chapter 1: 始まり
3rd Person POV:
When the tiny pink blob came out and made no noise nor movement, it seemed as if the whole hospital stood in dead silence. The medical staff had assumed and warned the mother in consequence that her child would most certainly be stillborn. Those thoughts were quickly thrown out the window as soon as the pink blob's fingers twitched, soon followed by the stretching of legs and the said baby's decision that it was a good time to test out her new pair of lungs.
The mother who recently gave birth panicked at the screams and asked if it was normal, twisting and turning to have a glimpse of her child. The doctor had quickly reassured her with a soft and careful voice, that the infant was perfectly fine and was not stillborn despite their predictions, as the infant babbled on, testing her underdeveloped vocal cords.
A nurse finally handed the newborn to the new mother and asked for a name. The mother in question, was beautiful despite sweat plastered her stringy hair to her forehead, face stained red. After moments passed the mother finally whispered.
"Tamako. Her name is Tamako" She said in such a serene voice, bringing her daughter close to her cheeks, closing her eyes in fatigue.
The nurse giggled before replying, "Jewel child? She definitely is a beautiful girl." 
The mother soon focused her attention on her daughter, whose eyes just opened, dazed from the bright hospital lights. The infant soon attempted to observe her surroundings but her eyes stayed unfocused dilating in and out, a feature that comes from being a newly born child. Soon, the single mother picked up her child, who was snuggled up in rough, tattered, cloth and hummed said child to sleep.
. . .
It's an uncomfortable thought, knowing she'd died and yet she could still have her conscience intact. Neither Heaven nor Hell were waiting for her in this never ending darkness, despite the popular belief of some sort of afterlife.
Maybe she was stuck in some sort of limbo.
However, she could still feel her limbs, her entire body actually. Squeezing and convulsing through a vacuumed-sealed package, just waiting to serve her in space.
The quiet quatrain silence became hauntingly quiet when sudden laughter echoed, bouncing off the nonexistent walls. Voices started overlapping each other, creating sentences.
"Well mortal, since you died at the improper time of death, and for my entertainment obviously, you will be the one." 
Entertainment? She was going to be merely entertainment for some voice!?