Reincarnated in a fantasy world as a Policeman Chapter 5: Chris... Are you Finished?!

Is everything supposed to feel like slow-motion? Co on, body, get up already.

I pushed myself up from the wooden bench while my back lay on a smothered wooden table. Co on, co on, co on. Just get up, worthless at bag! Like, why!?

Why can’t I hear anything? Their lips are moving, strangely dressed people jeering and bouncing like they’re watching a World Cup Final.

Adventurers... I think they’re adventurers. They carried large greatswords, slamd tables, and hauled beer. So passing money, so fighting. Even over my blurry vision, I see it. But ... who put in this position?

Oh, wait, I know this. This is a surgical reaction to major blood loss, yes. Quite sure my father taught on my sixteenth birthday. He used not-so-pretty pictures:

"If a person loses too much blood, other people’s voices begin fading. So here, have this video of a drug lord I gunned."

But basically, everyone but yourself goes in slow-motion, and your vision starts to dimmmm. . .

Was the Gator’s punch really that strong?

Please, body, get up. I can’t die here. I just started aspiring to beco a policeman, for God’s sake. Get up!

"Chris Jackson?" Soone said from behind. Maybe? No, the voice ca from ahead. . . no, there’s no one there—voices in my head? Honestly, didn’t know from where and didn’t care, but I could hear sothing. Indicating improvents to my physical state. "Are you finished?!"

Am I finished? I gave a smug grin. Am I finished, you ask, whoever you may be? My answer is simple and great, stateless interlocutor. I shall not falter. I shall not rest. Yesterday I made my stand, today I tour the sky. Show the world just how great I am. What a cop stands for and what a cleaner shall beco.

Justice. Absolute Justice.

Wait, my body is working? Can I feel it?

... No. No, I can’t. Everything’s numb. There’s beer... spilled all over ? Or is that blood? Doesn’t matter. I can still move... my arm, at least. Yeah... my arm.

The numbness hurts, it aches, digging into my fucking skin. It feels like I’m being torn apart from the inside.

I stood, struggling and shaking while doing so.

So people began celebrating, probably the ones who placed a bet on . So were pissed; it’s best to avoid them. Wait, are the elves cheering for ? Female ones, nonetheless?

So that checks off that this is, in fact, my ideal fantasy world.

But my body can’t hold this posture. I need to shift before I, in my great wisdom, embarrass myself.

Gotta bend my back, just slightly forward. Moreover, my head. My right arm dangled down in numbness while I used my left arm to point a finger straight towards the Orca and Gator. My knees were bent, I couldn’t stop moving, and I needed to fight even through my blurry vision. It’s what I must do; I won’t lose as I did in my other life.

Krrrkr!

Great... coughing up blood. Just what I needed to complete the tragic hero package. What’s this? I tilted my head slightly downwards... there’s a hole. Right through my gut. My policeman shirt’s soaked, but... sohow it seems like all vitals were missed. Lucky . For once.

Move, damn it. Move! Co on, move, body!

Creak!

Creak!

Creak!’

Every step I took forward on the wooden floor felt like sothing snapping. My bones, the boards, maybe both. My legs could barely handle the weight, even with steps as light as mine.

"He’s still... alive!" One of them shouted. The others roared, slamming tables, cheering louder than before. Guess their little bets are still on... because I haven’t died. Not yet.

The Orca and Gator both turned away, eyes on the desk up front, like I didn’t matter anymore. Like I’d already. But before they did, they gave that look. The sa disgusting and pitiful stare... the one my father’s killer gave back on Earth.

Hey... don’t look at like that, don’t turn your backs on .

"Hey."

Krkkrk!

More blood spills out as I try to force out one word. Just one. They continued speaking with the lady at the front desk, but I wasn’t loud enough. Are they asking for so booze? Why... why do I seem so mad then? Did they pity so much that they didn’t bother to ask about that gold coin I offered? And they stopped fighting each other, so doesn’t that an my role is over?

I did what I ca here to do... make both of them stop fighting, and I surely showed everyone there’s more to a cleaner than ets the eye. Not just so glorified janitors. But why... why do I stand here, looking up at them, like I’m a slave.

"Hey!" The words ca out of , this ti, no blood spitting.

Both of them turned their attention towards , with a huge grin on their faces.

"Kid," the Gator started, "We’re getting so help right now. I forgot that you were only a non-awakened."

What do you an?

Help? Who the hell told him this fight was over? No stop, please, just stop, Chris. Why do I always talk a big ga when I’ve got nothing to back it up? Why does it always have to be ?!

"Hey! I said HEY!" I scread as loud as I could, blood spraying from my mouth. The entire guild went dead silent. My chest burned, lungs tearing, but I forced the words out. "Who the hell told you I was finished?" I raised my left hand, finger trembling as I pointed straight between the two of them.

My whole body was aching in pain I’ve never felt before, but the adrenaline helped it wear off for now. Later, this is going to kill . My knees kept buckling inward, my right arm hanging uselessly by my stomach, and I forced my head up as far as it would go.

But a key thing I’ve always done is smile in the toughest situations. And I let out a grin, a smug one at that.

"Ahahaha!" The Orca and Gator snap their attention back to . Both laughing like it’s the funniest damn thing they’ve ever seen. "Smiling? At a ti like this?" The Gator sneers. "You’re sothing else."

But my vision began to beco more dim and dimr as I continued to stand there. My brain is moving in circles, and my body’s pain is slightly fainting. And then-

My eyes forcefully shut... into nothingness. But I wasn’t able to hear or feel anything.

"You know how to bring on a show..." From in front of , I heard my father’s voice. But I couldn’t see him, only hear. "Don’t you, son."

Why isn’t it letting speak? Co on, mouth, say sothing, body move already. Eyes open! I want to see my father! But nothing was happening. Why does it feel like a barrier was clamped down on , locking everything in place?

"Hey Chris," My father’s voice let out a whisper, "you’ve done well, son. I’m proud."

Am I crying? No... I know I am. But I can’t see or hear anything but my father’s voice. And still... I’m crying. Even here, in this nothingness, I can’t stop the tears.

Father! I know I can’t speak, but please understand . I’m sorry. I’ve wronged you. I wasn’t confident enough to say it in my old life, but when I am, the opportunity goes away from .

"Goodbye, son..." My father was still there; I could hear him. His voice was like a whisper right by my ear. "Take care in this new world. You have the spirit of a cop. Stand proud."

I can’t see him, yet I know he’s smiling at . Thank you, Father. Thank you... more than I can say.

And just like that, I felt his presence disappear. His whisper that humd through my ear was gone. But, even as I cried on the inside, I was smiling.

This wasn’t the end.

Just the beginning.

The beginning of my life... in a fantasy world... as a policeman.