I got Isekai'd as a Dragonborn

“Where Am I? Why is it so dark… and cold?” Chris said.

“Welcome my child.” said a loud deep voice as a bright light suddenly appeared before me.

“Where am I?” Chris asked the voice.

“Heaven… well, near the gates of heaven.” said by the mysterious voice.

“Wait what?!” Chris said, then many memories flooded his mind.

HOURS EARLIER

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Oh, it’s morning already? Man I just wished I could sleep for another hour.” Chris said before getting out of bed.

“Well another day another dollar.” Chris said as he headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

3 HOURS LATER

Chris had finally arrived at the university where he teaches Biochemistry, he was actually a very important scholar on the subject and the Deacon had begged him to teach there, which he reluctantly accepted.

Now, Chris was very respected by other staff members and students, but not because of his titles or achievements, but because they feared him.

Decades of studying and now socializing had made him incredibly socially awkward, to the point that he unintentionally talked in a very arrogant manner.

This made almost all of the staff and students, even everyday people hate him.

Don’t get me wrong, he was polite when he had to say please and thank you, or saying hello or goodbye, but it wasn’t enough.

Going back to his day to day. Chris had gotten used to teaching, and he kind of enjoyed it, although his class was really unpopular, not because of his attitude when teaching, but because it was surprisingly hard.

He had gone from 500 students to about 57, and from those 57, only 3 of them stand out. A boy, whose name is Jeremy Flemming, and 2 girls, Takako Fujihara, and Valentine Peters. This last one had a very close resemblance to him which struck him as odd, since he never got married, and the only party he ever attended as a young adult, was his sister’s wedding.

Still, he rubbed it off as a simple coincidence and ignored it.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

“Ok, class, that’s it for today, your assignments are due in 2 days, and please don’t falter in their delivery, since that will make you fail this course, is that clear?” Chris said.

“Yes, Professor Van Ike.” said the Students as they left.

“Professor Van Ike, may we ask you something?” asked Valentine as she Takako and Jeremy walked up to him.

“Sure, What do you want?” he asked.

“Can you give us some notes in Microbiology?” said Takako.

“Ms. Fujihara, we saw this topic 6 months ago, why didn’t you ask me back then?” asked Chris.

“We wanted to make sense of it by ourselves, but nonetheless, we failed.” said Jeremy.

“Well, 10 for effort… here, this will help you grasp the concept faster.” said Chris.

“Thank you, professor.” said Valentine as she took the notes.

“See you tomorrow professor,” said Jeremy.

“Yes, and please Mr. Fleming, don’t be late again, it talks badly about yourself.” said Chris.

“Yes sir.” said Jeremy as they left, leaving Chris alone in the classroom.

Chris sat back down in his chair and started reading one of his favorite Biochemistry books “Molecular Biology of the cell.”

He had read this book almost 200 times, and he knew it by heart, but he read it every time he felt sad or nervous.

“Was this really my best course of action, for my life?” he said as he looked around the empty room.

“Sure, I have a massive bank account, yet I have no one to leave it to, the only intimate fling I had was with that girl Brittney, my sister’s BFFs younger sibling, but we were both dead drunk from the party. I wonder what happened to her? I mean it’s been almost 22 years since we first met and last time we saw each other.” said Chris as he got up, put the book in his briefcase and headed to his car.

1 HOUR OF TRAFFIC LATER

“I’m home!... Ha, as if there was someone waiting for me.” Chris said sadly.

He then walked over to his sofa and laid down, looking at the ceiling

“Well, I should make dinner, I’m starving.” he said getting up and heading to the kitchen.

“It’s a good thing I learned how to cook, if not I would’ve died years ago.” said Chris as he turned the stove on..

30 MINUTES LATER

“Well, that hit the spot, there is nothing like Egg and Spinach patties.” said Chris. “Who the hell am I talking to, I hope I’m not going crazy.” he said as he got up and went to clean the dishes.

MINUTES LATER

Chris walked over to this study and sat down, he usually loved his study, the peace, the quiet, the knowledge, his accomplishments, it was his favorite place in the world.

But for some reason today, his study felt chillingly cold, he felt depressed, incomplete, worthless.

“Why do I feel like this? I accomplished all I ever wanted, I have a big house, a bank account with so many zeros, and even 5 best selling books under my belt, so why do I feel incomplete?” he said as he sat on his work chair.

Just then he heard laughter coming from the street.

He got up and walked towards the window when he looked outside he saw his neighbor’s kids playing in the front lawn.

“Ha, those little rascals are at it again… wait a minute, is that it? The void in my heart, is it there cause I don’t have a family of my own?” Chris said.

“Well, I am an Uncle thanks to my brothers and sisters, yet I haven’t seen them in so long. I wonder if they still remember me?” said Chris.

Chris watched the kids play for a few more minutes until he felt the need to turn around.

His eyes fell on a piece of paper.

Chris walked over to it, he eyed the paper for a few minutes, then he grabbed a pen and he started to write things down.

10 MINUTES LATER

“Hello, this is Charles Dumma, Attorney General, how may I be of service?” asked Charles.

“Charles, my friend, how are you.” said Chris over the phone.

“Doing good, who about you?” asked Charles.

“Couldn’t be better, how’s your family?” asked Chris.

“Doing good, Mike is off to college in a few weeks, as for Alex, she just enrolled in high school.” said Charles.

“I’m glad to hear that…” said Chris.

“Something wrong?’ asked Charles.

“Why?” asked Chris.

“Your calls are rarely for a friendly chat, so what’s the problem?” asked Charles.

“Oh, nothing, listen, you know where the keys to my house are right?” asked Chris.

“Yeah, Chris, we’ve been friends for almost 30 years, I know,” said Charles

“Good, well, there is a piece of paper that I would like you to come and get, it’s in my study,. said Chris.

“What is it?” asked Charles.

“Something really important, I can’t talk about it over the phone.” said Chris.

“Well, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes, so maybe we can talk then.” said Charles.

“Sure, I’m gonna go for a walk now.” said Chris.

“Ok, see you soon man.” said Charles as he hung up.

“Yeah, soon.” said Chris as he put the phone back.

“I wonder why I had the urge to write that, well I’ll think about it later.” he said as he left on his walk.

15 MINUTES LATER

“Well, it’s a lovely evening. It was a good idea to come for a walk to the park, the birds singing, children playing, owners walking their dogs, couples enjoying some quality time, the wind caressing my skin and making the trees dance, it’s really peaceful… almost too peaceful.” said Chris as he continued walking .

Up ahead he noticed 2 familiar faces sitting in the grass having a picnic

“Well, what do we have here? Mr. Fleming and Ms. Fujihara… Well, that’s something I wasn’t expecting to see.” said Chris as he walked closer to them.

“So according to this study, in aerobic cells with sufficient oxygen, as in most human cells, the pyruvate is further metabolized. It is irreversibly converted to acetyl-CoA, giving off one carbon atom as the waste product carbon dioxide, generating another reducing equivalent as NADH. The two molecules acetyl-CoA (from one molecule of glucose) then enter the citric acid cycle, producing two molecules of ATP, six more NADH molecules, and two reduced (ubi)quinones (via FADH2 as an enzyme-bound cofactor), and releasing the remaining carbon atoms as carbon dioxide…” said Jeremy.

“The produced NADH and quinol molecules then feed into the enzyme complexes of the respiratory chain, an electron transport system transferring the electrons ultimately to oxygen and conserving the released energy in the form of a proton gradient over a membrane (inner mitochondrial membrane in eukaryotes). Thus, oxygen is reduced to water and the original electron acceptors NAD+ and quinone are regenerated, glad to see you take your studies seriously Mr. Fleming, Ms. Fujihara.” said Chris as he walked over to them.

“AH, Mr. Van Ike, fancy seeing you here, we were just reviewing some of the basics.” said Takako.

“Well, that’s good to hear… oh, hello, and who might you be?” asked Chris as he saw the 4th head in the conversation.

“Oh, this is our son, Jason.” said Jeremy.

“Son? Well, that took me by surprise, I didn’t know you 2 were…” said Chris.

“Yeah, but we’re waiting for after graduation to marry.” said Takako.

“Smart choice, kids are a joy, but it’s best to be prepared to care for them, who old is he?” asked Chris

“I’m 6,” said Jason

“Well aren’t you a smart kid, must take it from your parents,” said Chris

“Not really, I think that since he hears us talk about math and biology so much he might be getting smarter.” said Jeremy.

“Wait 6, that means…” said Chris.

“Yes, We were 17 when we had him, but our parents were really supportive and helped us through the pregnancy and early months.” said Takako.

“Glad to hear, well I’ll let you go back to your family time, see you tomorrow during class.” said Chris as he walked away.

“Bye, Mr. Van Ike, see you tomorrow.” they all said.

“Lovely family.” Chris said as he walked away.

A COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER

“Well, time to go back home, I hope Charles found the… oh, there’s Jason, but where are his parents?” said Chris as he walked towards him.

As he got closer he could see that he was playing with a soccer ball.

“Well, looks like we have a soccer player on the making.” said Chris as he decided to walk towards the entrance of the park.

When he got there he saw that the light had just turned to red and he had to wait.

“What should I teach tomorrow? Molecular division or keeping it with the basics?” said Chris.

Then he noticed a soccer ball pass right next to him quickly and roll to the other side of the street

“Funny, that ball looks just…” Chris said but stopped when he noticed a little body rush past him to retrieve the ball

“JASON, JASON, STOP!!!!” he heard the screams coming from behind him.

He turned and saw Jeremy and Takako running full speed towards the street.

Their screams had actually caught Jason’s attention, that’s when he realized where he was, he then looked to his right and saw a car speeding down the street.

Jason was frozen with fear, so he could only close his eyes.

Just as he prepared for the hit, he felt someone warp his body around him, and then...

“So, I take it I’m dead.” said Chris.

“Yes.” said the voice.

“So that means that you’re God, right?” said Chris.

“Correct again my child.” said God.

“So, now what, I go to hell?” asked Chris.

“Well, let’s see.” God said as he showed Chris what was happening.

Chris saw his body lying about 30 Ft. from the car hit him, he turned to the left and noticed Jeremy and Takako hugging Jason, he had some bruises and scratches but nothing serious, except probably a very serious trauma.

“I’m glad Jason is fine.” said Chris.

“Yeah, very heroic.” said God.

Then he changed the scene to Chris’s house.

“Charles… I’m guessing they’re telling him right now.” said Chris when he noticed the phone

“Yes, a lady by the name of Britteny is telling him.” said God.

“Brittney?” said Chris in surprise.

“Yes, she was actually a client of Charles and remembered you from all those years ago.” said God.

“How does she know?” asked Chris.

“Simple.” God said, showing the accident scene “She is an investor of the store right in front of where the accident happened, she actually witnessed it.” God finished as he cut the live feed.

“So then, now what?” asked Chris.

“Well, let’s see, you gave up your life for another life, and you also did a nice job on your will.” said a female voice flying up to them.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were here, my apologies.” said God.

“It’s ok. Hello Mr. Van Ike, it’s a pleasure to kill you… get it to kill you.” said the female in a black robe.

“And you are?” asked Chris.

“Oh, where are my manners, My name is Ophelia, Ophelia Death.” said Ophelia.

“So, I take it you’re the Grim reaper.” said Chris.

“Oh no, that’s my husband. I’m just filling in for today.” said Ophelia.

“What?” asked Chris.

“Well there was a Parent-teacher meeting at our son’s school and he is better with words than me.” Ophelia said.

“Is that allowed?” Chris asked God.

“I created death and their rules, as for their succession, I have nothing to say in it.” said God.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ve been married to him for almost 1,000 years. I think I can do his job for a day.” said Ophelia.

“What?” Chris said.

“I was a “Witch” back in the day, so you know, they burned me alive, that’s when I met him. It was love at first sight, he showed me the rules and how he does his job, heck even my parents and brothers know him personally.” said Ophelia.

“Wait, you have kids… with death?” Chris asked.

“Oh yeah, we’ve had 300 kids, 250 boys and 50 girls.” said Ophelia

“Well, you’ve been busy,” said Chris.

“Well, they’re my pride and joy.” said Ophelia.

“And where are they now?” asked Chris.

“They work for me as Guardian Angels.” said God.

“Makes sense.” said Chris.

“What?” asked Ophelia.

“Are you sure you’ve had 300 children?” asked Chris.

“Rude, of course, I have, why do you ask?” asked Ophelia.

“You don’t seem to…” said Chris.

“I don’t have the physique of someone who’s had that many babies, well, I’m still only 1016 years old, and still in my prime, I mean it’s not like I’m gonna get old anyway.” said Ophelia.

“Ophelia, don’t you have work to do?” asked God.

“Oops, well see you again, dear.” said Ophelia as she disappeared.

“Nice lady.” said Chris.

“Yeah, wrongly accused of witchcraft by a jealous neighbor wife.” said God.

“Yeah, the early years of the world after your son arrived were shit.” said Chris.

“I know.” said God in disappointment.

“Even this day and time, I mean, Racism, war, hunger, what is going on.” said Chris.

“Going back to you.” said God “Let’s see what you wrote down on that piece of paper shall we.” he finished.

“Dear Charles, I have a feeling that my days are numbered, and that I might not have the time to see you alive again so, take this as my will; I leave half of my money to charity and the other half to be split between my three favorite students, Jeremy Fleming, Takako Fujihara, and Valentine Peters, they were like children to me, and as you know, I was never smart enough to settle down and start one myself, as for the house, let them decide. To you I can only do 2 things, first, thank you for being my friend all of these years, you treated me like family when my own forgot me, you are one great friend with a great heart, so once again I thank you for being there, and 2 make sure that if any of my family comes around saying they have the right to any of my things, Please tell them nicely to GO FUCK THEMSELVES, please make sure this is done.

Kind Regards,

Christopher Van Ike [SIGNATURE]” read God.

“It’s true, they left and forgot about me so I wasn’t going to give them anything.” said Chris.

“Understandable.” said God.

“So, I’m I worthy to enter heaven?” asked Chris.

“Oh yeah, about that...Uhm, you’re not entering heaven… nor going to hell, before you ask.” said God.

“Then where?” asked Chris confused.

“To another world.” said God.

“What? Ok now I’m really confused.” said Chris.

“I actually created more than one world or as your people call them, Dimensions. said God.

Chris remained silent.

“I can see how that is a troubling situation for you, but I have to confess something.” said God.

“I kind of chose this life for you.” said God.

“How?” asked Chris.

“Ever heard of a game that allows you to play to be me? I think it’s called the…” said God.

“The Sims? That architect simulator turned to God simulator.” said Chris.

“That’s the one, well the reason I did that is for you to become the smartest if not one of the smartest people alive, that mission was accomplished.” said God.

“So all those things I did before my death.” said Chris.

“Nope, that was your own doing.” said God.

“So…” said Chris.

“That means you’re ready to be reincarnated.” said God.

“Seriously?” asked Chris.

“Yup, just this time, you make your own decisions, no more me pulling the strings, but if you ever want to contact me feel free to close your eyes and pray, in a quiet place of course.” said God.

“I don’t know what to think.” said Chris

“Oh, one last thing, that girl Valentine… she IS your daughter.” said God.

“WHAT?” said Chris.

“Yup, just for you not to worry, your bloodline will continue.” said God.

“Then, that means…” said Chris.

“Brittney Peters, her dream wanted to be a mother, but she never wanted the marriage thing so, put 2 and 2 together, and bam, dream granted.” said God.

“I wonder why I didn’t realize.” said Chris.

“Simple, you didn’t care.” said God.

“Oh, right.” said Chris.

“Well, don’t let that happen again in your second chance.” said God.

As soon as he said that a white light started to engulf Chris.

“Oh, one last thing, I’ll let you keep the knowledge you’ve learned, but I will erase your memory from everything else, but I will grant you special abilities for you to survive, have fun my child.” said God as the light blinded Chris.

“Where am I, why is it so cold… and wet?” said Chris.

“Well done, Ma’am Von Drake, it’s a beautiful baby boy.” said a female voice.

“Who are you, and why I’m I crying?” said Chris.

“Welcome to the world my son.” said a gleeful male voice.

“What’s going on?” said Chris.

“Hello, my beautiful boy, Daddy and I have been waiting for you, our wonderful boy Sean.” said a woman as Chris felt his body being washed and wrapped in a towel, before being placed in someone’s arms.

“Many great things await you, Sean.” said the lady as Chris lost consciousness and fell asleep.