WENDIGO SYSTEM

It was just like any other regular day for Carl, as he watched the fields covered in green grass.

It always perplexed him how the grass immediately grew after he or any other deer ate it, but he just thought this might be something normal around here, so he never thought of it again. Even getting reborn as a deer isn't normal so he wasn't going to complain if it meant infinite food.

"The grass tastes a little different today," Carl thought to himself while quietly feasting on his side of the grass along with many other deer beside him.

His idle life was sometimes boring since he couldn't talk or converse with the other deers normally. He remembered his first years as a deer and how it took him a while to enjoy grass as his daily meal.

"Those were the good old days," he reminisced to himself while smiling internally.

As he was going to go for his daily run, the sound of footsteps and rustling of leaves captured his attention. Drawn by curiosity to look at what was approaching there, he saw it: a man in a sweaty tank top with his orange hunting coat tied around his waist came into view.

"That's not something you see every day; maybe he is a hunter," he presumed after seeing the gun and the cost tied to the man's waist.

"Oh, thank goodness!" The hunter exclaimed, eyes gleaming. "Food! Real food!"

Carl didn't hear a word the hunter was saying since he was so distracted by the fact of seeing a human for the first time in a long time that he was dazedly staring at the man as he raised his gun at Carl.

Coming to his senses after seeing the man load his gun, he tried to run away, but sadly, he got hit in the side by the gun, the bullet a few inches away from his stomach.

He flailed around in pain as the hunter got closer and closer with a deranged maniacal look in his eyes without fear of getting knocked over by Carl's hooves.

He heared the hunter muthering something but he couldn't pay attention to it from the gun wound on his side.

With a gun pointed at his head, the world slowed down as his thinking speed accelerated.

"Ugh!!... I was ready to die of old age, and even if I was killed by a hunter, I wanted it to be a professional who would end my life without any sort of pain," he thought as tears ran down his eyes slowly, and the trigger was pulled.

*Bang!*

It was dark, and Carl couldn't feel his body; it was almost like the pain he felt never existed as he was moving in a straight line. He opened his non-existent eye and he could feel he was just a floating ball of light moving in a straight line like an object in a conveyor belt.

Just as this conveyor belt stopped moving, Carl was standing in front of a gigantic figure in a white cloak that obscured his facial and physical features a lot, and he sat on a chair while looking at papers that were placed on a desk.

"Mr. Carl, we meet again... For the fourth time at that," the figure said as it giggled whiles looking at Carl's files. It's voice rang in Carl's mind as if it was talking through thoughts instead of words.

Carl didn't have a heart or brain to feel fear or his heart thumping but he was having those feelings of fear and awe when he looked at the unknown figure who talked in a friendly tone to him although his voice also contained authority and enigma in every word he spoke.

That guy is definitely not human even if it's height was already a give away that it was far from a human or human like species.

"Welcome back to the Reincarnation Agency Mr. Carl. Oh where are my manners, I don't particularly have a name so you can just call me the observer". It said as a seat appeared before Carl and his ball shaped body turned into the form of when he was human.

"W-welcome back?".Carl asked confused while he sat down, since he didn't have memory of this place when he first died and to state he came here four times was this figure some kind of god.

"I am not god just a person that takes care of reincarnation in this world" the figure answered as if he could read Carl's mind.

All it did was terrify Carl since he felt his privacy was invaded all though he didn't care abouthis privacy being invaded by a godlike being since he was helpless to do anything about it. He was just looking for a polite reason to tell the god like being to stop reading his mind since it felt freaky to him.

The godlike being burst out in laughter as it tried to stop before getting all professional sitting upright and arranging Carl's files before saying

"Lets begin".