Waking up on what looked like a square platform surrounded by endless darkness was not what I'd call my typical Saturday.
"Shit, shit, shit… where the hell—?" Startled and panicking, a chubby middle-aged guy with glasses, shorts, and a Naruto anime t-shirt looked around. He got up with difficulty—he didn't exercise, and even that little effort was hard for him. Panting and sweating, he yelled, "Is anyone here?"
"There is," answered a deep, echoing voice.
He didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more scared as he saw a being descend like a comet, a figure of pure light wearing white robes that contrasted with the infinite dark.
"God, this can't be…" Fatty slowly began to realize what was happening.
The Light responded, "You're incredibly lucky. Out of infinite people from infinite worlds in infinite dimensions, you ended up here. Absolutely baffling," it said in an impressed tone.
Fatty started hyperventilating. "This is… this is…"
"To commemorate this rare event, I will grant you—" the being never got to finish.
"THIS IS AN ISEKAI, GOD THIS IS A REAL ISEKAI! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I WON AN ISEKAI! SO MANY NIGHTS DREAMING OF THIS! MIKASA, REM, ARTURIA—GOD THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE!" Fatty screamed from the bottom of his heart, his emotions overflowing. This was his dream, the thing he wanted most in the world, and it had come true. Excited wasn't enough to describe how happy he was.
The Light was left speechless. This mortal had interrupted its monologue. As Omniscience, it felt neither love nor hate, but disgust was the closest word to describe this repulsive creature.
"What will it be? A roulette? Maybe wishes? Three? No, five! Can I choose the world? Definitely a hentai world where I'm the guy who steals someone's wife—no, wait! I want to be a Saiyan! No, no, give me a system! Gamer! Or better, Meta Essence Gacha—that one's broken! I also want to travel to every universe, let me—"
Fatty wouldn't stop demanding things, saliva dripping from his mouth.
"Stop…" And with that, all sound stopped. Fatty was frozen in temporal stasis.
The Light didn't feel emotions. It was a higher-dimensional being that could create or destroy a 3D world with a breath, so it never felt anger or rage. But this pathetic being… was truly annoying.
"I expected more from these… reincarnators…" the Light sighed. Apparently, descending to such low dimensions caused fragments of mortal feelings to slip through.
"I want this over with. Now. One wish and one character background. You have one minute. Quick, before I erase you, nuisance." The Light's words were final.
Fatty, still frozen, began to move again and fell to his knees, gasping with fear. He had completely forgotten he was facing what his mortal mind could only equate to God. The idiot had gotten carried away.
He panicked, thinking about what to wish for. He was dumb as a rock—after so many anime and cartoons, after dreaming of this moment with lists of characters he'd want to bang or kill, the powers he'd want—absolute telekinesis, Platinum Superman strength, EX+++ level Luck, maybe Mind Control or Reality Warping—so many options ran through his mind. And yet in that instant, he couldn't stop thinking about the future.
"Adventure or comfort?…" Should he be like a normal reincarnator with struggles, or ask for infinite power so everything was easy?
30 seconds…
"If I use my wish on Power, where would I end up?" he asked, scraping the last bit of brainpower he had.
"A random world, out of the infinite that exist. Your luck will decide," The Light replied, staring into the void with its hands behind its back.
"And if I use my character customization to gain power or choose the world?" Fatty was on a roll now, really using his brain to the max.
The Light sighed. "Customization only decides who your parents are and who you are—things like appearance and lifestyle, nothing more. It won't grant powers or change the world you live in." Its tone was annoyed. How could it ever think that lowering itself to lesser dimensions could be entertaining or educational? It would not make that mistake again.
That sealed Fatty's decision. If he couldn't end up in an anime or cartoon world, he'd rather kill himself on arrival. A random world out of infinity could mean anything—an apocalypse, a utopia, maybe one with superpowered beings who could kill him as a baby out of fear. If he was lucky, he might land in a world good enough to build his harem. Still, knowing he could've wished to wake up in bed with Mirko or Pekora Mom… damn it, the temptation was stronger than rationality.
"You have 9 seconds left…"
In panic, Fatty blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I-I wish to end up in a cartoon world I liked as a kid… many of them!" He wished for something vague and stupid.
"Done. Finish the character, quickly," the Light rushed him, pulling out a pocket watch.
3 seconds…
With no time to describe his customization in detail, he screamed with all his strength, "Make it match what I have in mind!"
Closing his eyes tight, he waited… then opened them again uncertainly. He was still in the same place.
The Light hummed and, with a nod, declared, "It's done. It wasn't a pleasure. Now disappear." It vanished instantly, unwilling to stay even a second longer.
Fatty, confused, stared at nothing. The white platform beneath his feet shattered into pieces until only dust remained. Calmly, he fell into the infinite.
He didn't understand why he felt so calm, or what was happening. He expected a portal, maybe closing his eyes and waking up in a new body—but he just kept falling. No air, nothing in sight. It felt like the worst nightmare—falling in a dream but never waking up.
Infinite darkness. Infinite waiting. Yet he was strangely calm. Weird.
Eventually, his body approached distant lights—thousands of them. Where there had been darkness, more and more lights began to appear, spreading like cells: one, then two, then four, then eight. Counting became boring—there were too many.
The lights drew closer—or maybe he was closing in on them. Details became clearer. They had patterns, like mandalas or spirals. One larger light surrounded by smaller ones.
Close enough now, he understood—they were galaxies. And he was headed straight for one.
One would think falling into a galaxy would take eons, but for Fatty it was only a couple of hours. He was bored out of his mind—no phone, nothing to eat. Years had passed since he last held any electronic device.
He kept himself entertained by imagining his new life, the women he'd get, how he'd defeat protagonists and villains alike. He wanted to be the supreme overlord.
Entering the galaxy, passing countless planets, it felt more like a boring school field trip than a cosmic journey. Fatty couldn't appreciate the universe's beauty—he only thought about which womb he'd conquer first.
He reached a very familiar solar system, with nine planets orbiting a life-giving star. He was heading straight for the third planet.
Fatty could almost smell it, hear it, see it—almost taste the excitement of power. "Hahahahaha!" He laughed like a maniac. He wanted to conquer the entire world.
As if sensing his impatience, his descent sped up. He zoomed toward a very familiar country near a very familiar city, where he saw a blond boy in a cemetery, standing before an open grave. He knew—that boy would be his new body.
And with all his weight, his soul-body plunged into the child.