"You are dead. You can take that as you will," a ROB said to a soul of a young man, about twenty years old. The man was looking around in bewilderment before settling down on the ROB, a being who radiated so much power space was folding and unfolding in his presence.
"Is this the part where I get wishes?" the man asked, hopefully. The ROB chuckled in amusement.
"You mortals and your wishes," he said before nodding. "Yes, this is the part you get your wishes; five of them."
"Five wishes? Isn't that a little...two too much?" the man asked, surprised by the ROB'S magnanimous.
"Yes, five. Why? Why not?" the ROB answered with a carefree shrug. "So, go ahead and give them. Warning though, these wishes are your protection to this new world I am sending you. Choosing wishes that will start you a small fry will make you a target of beings with powers you can never hope to catch up at. This is your chance to keep yourself safe, once and for all."
"Well, um, thanks for the advise, I will keep that in mind," the man said, gratefully.
"Well, I guess my first wish is to have the body of Boros from Onepunch Man," the man said. The ROB was confused by this wish but still granted the wish.
"I guess I had high hopes for you for nothing," the ROB dighed in disappointment.
"My second wish is to have the power of Saitama from Onepunch Man," the man continued. The ROB was taken a back by this wish. He was the only one there who knew what kind of potential that man who was declared to be the fists that defied god had.
"Good, keep on going, you are doing great," the ROB enthusiastically cheered on.
"My third wish is to have the power of Mathew Malloy, a mutant from the Marvel comics," the man, pumped up from the ROB's words, went on.
"Well, certainly not the strongest out there but otherwise good. I approve, go on little mortal," the ROB continued cheering him on.
"My fourth wish is to have the intelligence and technological know how of Rick Sanchez," the man roared, even more pumped. The ROB was practically vibrating on his seat. He urged the man to continue.
"Fifth wish is to have absolute immortality," the man finished his wishes with the best.
"Full marks on all of them, good," the ROB delightfully roared, getting up. "Now, I know most people on your position loose some kind of motivations when they get to a new world. Thus, I ask you, I am sending you to the DC universe, what is your ambition there?"
"DC universe? Wow, that is...grave news I think you should have given me before. But, now's not the time, I guess. Well, ever since I was a child, I have always been fascinated by villains like Thanos, Thragg or even Boros, Warlords done right in the media. Conquest, I guess my ambition in this new world is conquest," the man answered.
"Conquest, huh? Never had one with that kind of ambition, makes me curious. Fine, I give you a warning. Once you give up your conquest, terrible consequences will befall you. So go, go and give me a Conquest like never before. Good luck, mortal!"