Telekinesis In Overlord

"Okay, let's make this quick."

The man, someone who seems more normal than anything I've ever seen, finally begins to speak just a few moments after I awaken again, now in a place I've never been before.

I know it doesn't appear to be the case, but at this moment, 

"you… "

seem to have forgotten my name. The Man quickly glances at the paper on your table and continues.

"You, Edgar Erikson, are pretty much dead now. Literally speaking." The man in a common, cheap suit says it as if it were the most ordinary thing, something he's spoken so frequently that the words flow out of his mouth with a natural tone, sending a chill down my spine.

But after just a few moments of thinking about what he just said, I, someone so normal that I could go unnoticed on the streets of the largest cities in the world, just living my life, fulfilling my commitments while trying to build a better future for myself, somehow almost instantly comprehend that, despite what he said being true, this situation doesn't seem as normal as he's trying to make it appear.

When I begin to think more about it, it starts to make sense. Well, I don't have any memories of who I was. While, as everyone can see, I can speak and I have many other kinds of memories, none of them are based on my own lived experiences. Instead, they're more like things I've seen or read during my lifetime.

"To be honest, as you, an unknown being, I believe that in some way, all this morbid joke can make sense. I don't know if you're manipulating my mind in some way, because if I really died, then this can't be my real body, at least not my physical one… unless… Are you a necromancer?"

The man makes a denying gesture with his head, quickly dismissing this peculiar question.

"This isn't my physical body, I guess… but mainly, what I really want to know now is: How did I really die?"

The man, obviously a little surprised by my "rational" reaction to this event, simply replies, "You don't want to know, for real. The way you died was extremely embarrassing."

"Okay, I can accept that. Well, it probably wasn't you who killed me, but again, why don't I have any knowledge about my identity? I can figure out that I have one, especially since it somehow survived until now by the fact that I still exist. But how did the memories of my life simply disappear while many other memories, which have almost zero importance to who I am, remain? Is it really more important to remember what I saw last week than to remember the face of my own mother? I mean, why? Why can't I retain those memories after my death?"

"..."

The man seems incapable of responding, but after some time, his mouth finally opens.

"I won't lie to you. You don't have memories of your past simply because it makes my job much easier. No, it's not me who erased your memories. In fact, all mortals experience something called the rupture between their immortal and mortal aspects after death. While some memories can survive the death of your mortal aspects within your etheric body, a state between the physical and metaphysical, which is what you are now, a purely etheric being without physical form, these memories can sometimes be lost during death. However, nowadays, these memories are almost always lost by their hosts. As I mentioned, this makes the job of people like me much easier. While we aren't destroying your personality, which wouldn't be good for business, we are erasing all your connections to your past life. This cleans away many of the misconceptions people often have when reminiscing about their lives, such as the idea of returning to their original world, family, lover, and so on… as if that were even possible, which it's not."

"And to make things clearer, yes, for what will happen to you after this meeting is finished, remember that other things are much more important. Because in the end, you'll be sent to one of those same worlds that you spent a significant amount of your life reading about. Funny, right?"

…

"Why? Are you saying that…? Wait…"

"Yes."

"No! No, no, no! Right, it's not that I believe I had a bad life, but I clearly don't want to experience this again. It's an absolute no! I don't want to be reborn again. Okay?"

…

"..."

"Hmmm… but… you'll have a cool power, and you'll be sent to one of those fantastical worlds, most likely one you already know, like those shounen animes, or game worlds, or movies…"

"NO! I'm fine. I don't have any desire for power, for real. I just want to rest, and I think I deserve it."

"Hmmm…"

"..."

"It's serious. Life seems to be a mess. I don't even know why I requested to be reminded of my past life when, in some way, I already know how bad it was, not in the greater sense, but in the minor aspects… The suffering is somehow ingrained in me. I don't want to experience it again. Just existing feels like some kind of eternal torture."

"I can't," he says.

"You can't do what?" I respond with a bad feeling about what he's going to tell me.

"I can't send you to any other place besides what will be selected here because… well, because you have no say in this matter"

"I'm what? It's my body, well, my spirit, etheric body, whatever. It's me. You can't just throw me into any place like I'm some kind of toy."

"You're not a toy. You're a very expensive machine that'll transform your anger into passion to break your own chains. Be grateful. There are billions, trillions even, who would sell their own mothers if asked, just for the chance to be in the same place you are right now."

"I'm not one of those people. Actually! You can just pass my chance to one of them. In fact, I believe someone like that would make a much better toy than me. They'd do anything not to lose this 'incredible' opportunity."

"Okay, stop. First, this chance can't be denied. And second, you're not a slave or a toy. Actually, if we consider the exponential expansion of reality within every second of existence, everyone will statistically go through what you're experiencing right now. So just accept what will be given to you, okay?"

"... Fine, okay. So how will this happen? Will I be given some choice about where I'll be sent, or about which 'cheat' I'll receive?"

Thinking a little more about it, I quickly speak again.

"Will I receive some kind of power, right? Or a talent… or a good start… or is this all just a big joke, and in the end, I'll be sent to some kind of hell with a few extra flavors dreamed up by the morbid mind of some perennialist Japanese writer? It's not that I'd have a problem being sent to a world like Hunter x Hunter, Battle Angel Alita, or even Evangelion. It's just that this kind of philosophy isn't the most beautiful way to perceive reality… you know, and staying in a world that was completely architected to be a symbolic representation of those ideas isn't something I want to do."

"You'll receive help in the form of some talent or power, but neither the talent nor the world will be decided by me or you. Instead, they'll be chosen by your own fortune."

The room around me instantly disappears, replaced by a place that looks like a 70s TV show, one with an audience and mainly based on guest participation.

In front of me are two large wheels, at least the parts of them that can fit in this room, and behind me is a grandstand with all its seats empty. Even though there's no one here besides me and the man in his obviously cheap suit, by something I can only call magic, or a great sound system, applause seems to be coming from literally every corner of the room.

It's not annoying, but it's strange. The man seems unwilling to speak until I spin one of the wheels, and without thinking much about it, I spin the wheel labeled "World to be Sent."

Since I can't really do anything about it, at least I can hope to be reborn in some slice of life anime world, like Bocchi the Rock, Azumanga Daioh, or even K On!… "K On! is a place I'd like to go… Not a bad place to be sent if I've already been given the chance to choose… right, dude?"

The man doesn't react at all after hearing this. He literally seems frozen in time, like a statue, just waiting for the world to be chosen by what he calls my fortune. But let's be honest for a moment, I know this is probably rigged in some way.

Shit.

After I spin the wheel, which is extremely lighter than I expected given its monolithic, maybe infinite size…

Right, this isn't the physical plane I'm used to.

Finally, I begin to see which words appear in front of me.

Some worlds like Dragon Ball, My Hero Academia, and Hunter x Hunter begin to appear and disappear at an extremely fast speed. But why am I not seeing any slice of life worlds? Not even something like Madoka, a false slice of life world based on pure sadness.

Finally, the wheel begins to slow down, and when it stops, the word that appears in front of me makes me shiver with disappointment.

"Overlord."

"Shit, shit… This is exactly why I was horrified. Literally, one word that comes from the same nihilist minds I was talking about. Really, man?"

For obvious reasons, I can't see my face. Actually, I don't even know if I have one in this ethereal, schizophrenic place. But just after I read this simple word, my own mental image of my face instinctively forms a grimace so strong that I'm unable to change it for many, many seconds.

"When it says Overlord, is it talking about the new world? That story about some NEET who finds a pocket full of gold and becomes the leader of a giant harem, even without having a 

'penis'? The same world where this group of powerful individuals begin to enslave literally every nation that appears in front of them? Is this the world I'll be sent to?"

"Not the futuristic, Japanese modern lifestyle world that would just require me to work like any other person, but still allow me to spend thousands of hours in an MMORPG, only to become some god after a decade?"

"No, no. It's the new world… that medieval aesthetic place with elves, dwarves, and a really horrible future."

"Seems like it's really important to remember something that was extremely useless in your old life, huh? Hmm, strange, right? I'm not hearing you complain about forgetting your own parents now… Strange, right? Hmmm."

"... Are you serious? Haha, funny. I know I'm cooked. Great way to start my new life."

"About that, you don't need to worry. You'll be reborn a few decades before the arrival of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, giving you enough time to increase your power, maybe even surpassing what that guy, Momonga, can do. He and his troupe are just some douchebags who didn't really do anything to achieve what they have now. And they need to perish because of it. They're breaking many of the most important laws that our beautiful reality demands for things to exist."

"Great… Good to know. Well, it's not the most perfect beginning, but I believe I can work with it. The second wheel of fortune, if I'm correct, is my cheat, right?"

"Precisely, but still incorrect. There's no such thing as a cheat that I can provide to you. I can only extend your own limits, and after that, all the merits of what you achieve will be yours and no one else's. So, instead of this being a 'cheat,' this will be power, or a legendary race, probably both in one. All the titles on this wheel are pathways to glory that have already been proven to work, being extremely powerful if you use them well."

"well, i think that is time to spin the other wheel"