Capítulo 2: Wishes and Reincarnation
In a place outside of time and reality itself, a pure white being sits on a throne made of galaxies. A golden halo shines behind him, while he laughs loudly at a similar entity sitting only a few million light years away.
<POV: ??!#*%@G%*O#D!!%*#!??>
"pfftha-…haha…HAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOUR TELLING ME A POWERLESS MORTAL SAVED THE KID YOU TRIED TO REINCARNATE, AND PROCEEDED TO DODGE KARMA TWICE BEFORE YOU COULD KILL HIM?! YOU ARE TRASH!!" I laugh mockingly at my old friend, The God of Reincarnation.
"Not only that, he even killed one of your agents! Hahahaha. *Wheeze* Haha-"
"Shut the fuck up." The God of Reincarnation spits out venomously as he seethes with rage, interrupting my glorious mocking. Fucking rude bastard.
*Sigh*
I let out a sigh after a nice hearty laugh, not realising that my actions caused the destruction of a few multiverses nearby.
The God of Reincarnation clicks his tongue in annoyance, the exploits of Alexander still fresh in his mind, no doubt. He waves his hand casually and restores the destroyed multiverses perfectly, the inhabitants remain none the wiser.
"I just don't understand it. How can a human of all things, interfere with fate not once, not twice, not thrice, but four fucking times!" He grits his teeth in frustration, as he unknowingly crushes the multiverses that he just repaired.
"Six." I correct him, while I wave my fingers in a similar motion to repair the multiverses once again.
"What…?" The God of Reincarnation asked with a stupefied tone.
"Six times, he has done it six times. Interfering with fate, I mean." I say as if this was common knowledge as I get into a more comfortable position on my throne, resting my back unprofessionally on my left armrest and my legs crossed on my right armrest as I fiddle with a tiny sun, playing with it as if it was a bouncy ball.
"He was first meant to die at birth, which he obviously did not do. Then once again he was meant to die at age fifteen. Combined with those other four recent incidents, that makes for a total of six times he has defied fate." I announce as I look through the life of Alexander, with every word I can see his non-existent eyes grow wider.
"What the actual fuck?..."He mutters in disbelief, "Why the hell haven't The Order Faction done anything to him then?! Do you have any idea how much karma I had to spend just to interfere in that world?! THOSE BASTARDS ARE SUCH STICKLERS ABOUT RULES THAT THEY HAVE THE GALL TO MAKE US PAY JUST TO INTERFERE IN THESE LOWER WORLDS. BUT THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO IGNORE A HUMAN THAT CAN DEFY A FUCKING LAW THAT AFFECTS EVEN US?!!" The God of Reincarnation screams hysterically as he throws a tantrum, that would make one question the maturity of a divine being.
"*Giggle*.." I let out a giggle accidentally as a sudden idea came to mind.
A sudden eerie silence is swept across us, as my best friend stops his tantrum and slowly turns to me like a low-quality robot.
"…" I stay silent.
"…" He stays silent.
"I'm going to reincarnate him." I share the idea, knowing full well that he will hate it...And that's exactly why I'm doing it.
"Don't you fucking dar-" He begins to threaten me, but I interrupt him.
"I will. I dare." I say with a carefree, open-mouthed smile, briefly showing the vast nebula-like space within my body.
"Why would yo-"
"Fuck you, that's why." As I say those words, the mask of calmness shatters on his face.
"YOU MOTHERFU-"
<POV: Alexander Anderson>
I open my eyes to see a vast open white space that never seems to end and a single table with two chairs in front of me.
Sitting on one chair is none other than Morgan Freeman. I walk over to the table slowly and take a seat on the chair that I assume is deliberately for me. As I take a seat, I lean backwards, each arm on the armrest intended for it, as I cross my legs. I am slightly surprised at the comfort of such a simple-looking chair, but not so much should my theory of who this man is be correct.
"The real deal, I suppose?" I question with an intrigued tone.
"Not specifically the one you are thinking of, but that's not important right now. My name is impossible to pronounce, and my true form would drive you insane if you looked at it. So I will temporarily adopt the name and appearance of the man you most respected in your life." The being, who decided his name was Morgan, declared with a sage-like expression. His eyes carried great wisdom.
However, I couldn't help but question the validity of that statement.
"Shouldn't you have used my mentor's appearance then? He raised me like a father while I was in jail." I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Shut up, I'm picky." At that moment, his wise persona crumbled for me. I could only look at him with an expressionless face.
"Anyway, as I'm sure you guessed already, I am going to reincarnate you. Before you ask why, it's just because I want to mess with my mate. Since you defied fate six times, I will give you six wishes. Oh, and by the way. The world you are going to is 'My Hero Academia'. I already did a spin the wheel before you got here." Morgan continues, as he declares his intentions.
'As I suspected, I have read a few novels like this. His reason for doing so is a bit of a surprise though. More importantly, I defied fate six times. When? Whatever, I will think about that later, I suppose. What should my wishes be?' I pondered for a few good few hours, I was not worried that I was taking too much time since, for a god, this is nothing. Soon enough, I finally decided.
"First wish: Quirk Manipulation, the ability to create, copy, steal, evolve, destroy and manipulate quirks."
"Granted"
"Second wish: I want my soul to be completely above any universal laws"
"Granted"
"Third wish: The library of heavens path. Including every Fighting Style/Technique/Skill from all of fiction."
"Granted."
"Fourth Wish: World modification." As I make this wish specifically, 'Morgan' raises a brow and smiles slightly.
"Interesting…Granted." 'Morgan' snaps his fingers and a game-like screen appears before me. I took the obvious hint, I can make modifications to the world with this.
I don't know how much time has passed, but I know I have been doing this for a few days, I notice that I don't feel any hunger or tiredness, most likely because I am just a soul right now with no physical body. Once I am finished, I continue with my wishes.
"Fifth Wish: Essence of the Blank."
"Granted"
"Final Wish: Adaptation." When I finally conclude all of my wishes, 'Morgan' smiles as he snaps his fingers, and with that my world turns dark once more, leaving only the word.
"Granted."
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