“Hm... well, you’ve kind of put me on the spot here.” Being able to go home would be nice, but that was against the rules. As such, I had no choice but to think of something else. Something that could be of use to me in the new world.

“The world you’re sending me to... what kind of place is it?”

“Ah, in comparison to your world it is not quite as developed as of yet. Hm... your world was the one with the Middle Ages, correct? I suppose it is close to that level, on a societal standpoint. Well, half of it at least! It varies a bit by location.”

Well... that was certainly a drop as far as quality of life was concerned. Hearing that made me feel a little worried. Could I really survive just being thrown into that kind of landscape unawares, left to fend for myself? Oh, that’s it, I realized.

“Uhm, there is one thing.”

“Oh? There is? State it and I will see what can be done.”

“This, can you make it so I can still use it while I’m over there? ” I produced the item I desired from my uniform pocket. An object akin to a small metal board, the device known as the all-powerful cellular telephone! Well, really, it was just my smartphone.

“That is all? Well, I do suppose it is possible... I would have to impose some restrictions on its usage, however, if that is acceptable.”

“What kind?”

“You will not be able to directly communicate with anyone through it. In simpler terms, I should say that you cannot use it to interact with your old world. No texting, no posting to websites, and no outgoing calls. However, you will still be able to observe, browse, and use search functions and whatnot. What else... Oh, I will give you my telephone number as well.”

“Sounds good to me.” All the information from my old world would make for a powerful weapon. I didn’t exactly know how at the time, but I was sure that it would prove useful.

“I will link the battery directly to your magic so as to keep it charged at all times. You will not have to worry about it running out of power.”

“Sorry, did you just say magic? Are you telling me that the people in my new world can cast spells and stuff?”

“Well, yes. Fear not, you should be able to use it freely in due time.”

I was going to become a wizard. Amazing. I was really going to become a wizard as I started off a life in another world.

“All right, then. We should really see to getting you back on your feet now, eh?”

“Thank you for all of this, really.”

“Not at all. This whole situation was a result of my mistake to begin with. Ah, speaking of which, one last thing.” God gently raised his arm out toward me. I was wrapped in a warm, gentle light for a moment.

“It would be quite tragic indeed were you to die again immediately after being revived, so I have given all of your basic abilities a small boost. Your body will be stronger, your mind sharper, and so on. Either way, it should be considerably harder for you to die this time around. Well, unless some silly old God drops lightning on your head!” The kindly old coot smiled wryly. And I found myself smiling too.

“I will be unable to do much for you directly once you are down in the world below. So just consider that a little present from me.”

“Thanks again.”

“I may not be able to interfere with the lower realms too much, but I can always offer you advice should you require it.” God pointed at my phone as he spoke.

This was a bit of a tough one. I couldn’t exactly call God every evening asking how to do this or that, so I figured I should hold off on calling him unless the situation was particularly serious.

“Well then, until next time.” God saw me off with a saintly smile, and I blacked out in an instant.