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Now then, many of you might be wondering why I'm here and where "here" even is. Well, I don't know where this place is either. It's bright and dark at the same time, somehow like a void… if that makes any sense. I died, obviously. It was the cliché saving a young girl from a speeding truck, and now I'm here, talking to myself like I'm some protagonist in a fanfic.
"Hello, child."
I spun around and saw a man, or at least I think it's a man, since he was glowing like a star.
"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.
"I'm God, of course. Who else would I be?" he replied.
"I don't know… maybe a rob?" I said, chuckling to myself.
"Rob, you say, child? Well, they are out there, but not in this universe."
I expected him to look like Morgan Freeman, I thought to myself
"Well, I can, child, if you wish," he said with a knowing smile.
"You just…"
"Yes, I read your mind."
I sighed. "Well, please do change. You're a bit too bright."
The glowing figure shimmered, and in an instant, the blinding light faded. Standing before me now was Morgan Freeman, calm and grandfatherly, hands folded neatly behind his back.
"Better?" he asked, his voice smooth and soothing.
"Much better," I said, squinting slightly as my eyes adjusted. "So, what happens now? Do I get judged? Or is this where you tell me my life was meaningless?"
He chuckled, the sound echoing in the void as if it came from everywhere at once. "Oh no, child. Your life had meaning—every life does. But this is not judgment. This is an opportunity."
I tilted my head, curiosity sparking. "Opportunity? For what, exactly?"
God, still looking and sounding exactly like Morgan Freeman, tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "To choose what comes next. You can be reincarnated like most people, or you can go with option two."
"Option two?" I asked, my brows furrowing.
I tilted my head further, curiosity now burning. "Okay, you can't just drop something like 'option two' and not explain it. What's the catch?"
He clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace slowly, each step leaving ripples in the void as if he were walking on the surface of a still lake.
"Option two is special. It's not for everyone. You could choose to be sent to a world of your choice. You will keep your memories, but you will have to start from nothing except an identity. No guarantees of safety. No guarantees of happiness. Only the promise of being alive."
I blinked at him. "So basically, you're offering me an isekai."
His warm laugh filled the space again. "You humans and your stories. Yes, if you must call it that, an isekai."
I crossed my arms. "And if I say no? I just reincarnate as a baby and forget everything?"
"That is correct," he said with a nod. "You will live an ordinary life with no recollection of this conversation or your previous existence. Peaceful, simple."
I looked down at the rippling void beneath my feet, biting my lip. The thought of forgetting everything—my family, my friends, even the fact that I saved that little girl—made my chest ache. But at the same time, the idea of throwing myself into some world I could choose felt oddly comforting.
My heart, or whatever was left of it, pounded faster. "If I pick this isekai option, do I at least get some kind of power up? Or am I just being thrown in as myself?"
He smirked. "You may choose one blessing. Use it wisely."
One blessing. My mind began racing through possibilities—super strength, magic, infinite luck. This was starting to feel like a video game character creation screen.
"So," he said, his voice calm but expectant, "have you made your decision?"
I raised an eyebrow, the thought swirling in my mind. "Yes… but would I be able to choose my appearance as well?"
He smiled knowingly. "Yes, child. I will allow it, since this was a sudden choice."
Relieved, I let out a small breath I did not realize I was holding.
"Then I would like a gamer system from those fanfics, with everything: a shop, Gamer's Mind, and Gamer's Body. I would also like to be able to turn them off if I wish to."
"And as for my appearance," I continued, feeling a bit more confident now, "I would like red hair, the shade of crimson, and red eyes. And it would help if you made me handsome."
God chuckled, the sound soft but carrying a weight that resonated through the void.
"A gamer system with full control, crimson hair, red eyes, and handsome features. Quite the combination, child. Ambitious, but granted."
A warm light enveloped me as he raised a hand. I could feel something weaving itself into me, like threads of power stitching my very existence together. The sensation wasn't painful—it was exhilarating, like a rush of energy flooding every corner of my being.
When the light faded, I looked at my hands. They looked different. Sharper, stronger, more defined. I caught a glimpse of myself in the shimmering surface of the void and almost didn't recognize the face staring back crimson hair that glowed faintly under the strange light, eyes so red they seemed to burn, and features that looked as though they had been sculpted to perfection.
"Whoa…" I muttered.
God, still in Morgan Freeman form, smiled warmly.
"Do not let pride cloud your judgment. Beauty is only a tool, as is the power you now hold."
I nodded, trying to play it cool.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. So… the world I would like to go to is Marvel, the MCU version, but with mutants."
God's smile widened, though there was a hint of something else behind it, maybe amusement.
"The Marvel Cinematic Universe… with mutants, no less. You choose a world full of chaos, child. Heroes and villains, gods and monsters. Are you sure this is where you wish to go?"
I grinned.
"Absolutely. I've seen the movies, read the comics. I know the dangers. With the Gamer System, I'll have a chance to survive."
He nodded slowly.
"Very well. You will arrive in the year 2005 at the age of 15."
"That's fine, thank you for this chance. I'm ready," I said, knowing I chose this and that I will survive no matter what.
"That's fine, thank you for this chance. I'm ready," I said, knowing I chose this and that I will survive no matter what.
As I said I was ready, I saw a bright light blinding my eyes, and it felt as if I was being pulled by something fast, like being sucked into a vortex.
"Good luck, my child," I heard God say, his voice echoing as the void around me shattered into fragments of light.
And then… everything went white.
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