Aadi's Point of View:
After finishing my BTech, I landed a solid job paying $150K a year. It let me work from home, which sounded great—until the 72-hour weeks started grinding me down. Lately, I've been feeling restless. Bored, even. Tonight, I tried to unwind by watching the latest Chainsaw Man episode and munching on some chicken wings. Small pleasures. Mundane life.
Third Person Point of View:
Just as Aadi popped the last chicken wing into his mouth, disaster struck—the bone lodged in his throat. Panic surged through him. Coughing violently, he grabbed his phone and messaged his neighbor: "Call an ambulance!"
Within minutes, his neighbor burst in, a doctor trailing behind. One glance was enough for the doctor to assess the situation. "We need to get him to the hospital. Now."
The ambulance raced across a river bridge, sirens blaring. But midway, chaos erupted. Aadi's condition worsened. The driver lost control. The vehicle slammed into the railing and flipped. In the chaos, Aadi's body was flung from the wreck, crashing into the river below like a ragdoll.
He was found downstream, unconscious but alive—for now. Another emergency vehicle was summoned. But fate wasn't done with him. On the way to the hospital, the new vehicle collided head-on with a truck. Then came a car. Then a motorcycle. Each crash pushed his body closer to the edge of death. The final impact crushed his skull under the wheels of a speeding bike.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Aadi's Point of View:
"It hurts... It hurts so much… Am I still alive? Can I speak? Where am I?"
My voice echoed into silence.
I opened my eyes to a palace—not made of stone or marble, but of something impossible. Celestial lights shimmered across walls that felt alive. Warmth wrapped around me like a familiar embrace.
At the end of a grand corridor stood an ornate door. I pushed it open.
Inside, on a radiant throne, sat a woman—ethereal, regal, glowing with an aura of power and serenity. She looked at me and smiled.
"Excuse me, ma'am," I said, barely above a whisper. "Where am I? And… who are you?"
Her voice was calm and commanding. "You, Aadi, are no ordinary being anymore. Across infinite universes, your parallel selves all died in the same trivial way. But you… you survived. That anomaly marks you as a unique existence in the entire Omniverse. Much like myself."
I blinked. "Who are you?"
She stood. "I am Maya, supreme god of the Omniverse. Mother of all creation. And now, you've transcended. You are no longer mortal. You are one of us. Is this… acceptable to you?"
I hesitated. I had no family. I'd grown up alone. Her voice, her presence—it felt safe.
"Yes," I said. "You're my kind now, Maya."
Her smile deepened. "Then let me offer you something more. A new chance. A new life. You will be reincarnated into another world. The world, the system, your starter gift—and even your soulmate—will be chosen by fate. Shall we begin?"
I nodded. "Let's do it."
With a graceful wave of her hand, a colossal wheel appeared, spinning with names of countless worlds from anime, movies, and TV series. I pressed the button. The wheel spun wildly, then slowed.
Marvel Multiverse.
Maya nodded. "One of the top five most dangerous worlds in the Omniverse. High risk, high reward. If you survive and grow, you may rise to multiversal power—and beyond."
I clenched my fists. "I'm ready."
Next, the wheel shifted to display system types: training systems, cultivation systems, monster evolution systems, and more. I spun again.
Super God Famous Scenes Sign-In System.
"A good one," Maya said. "You'll sign in at key scenes across the universe and gain rewards based on significance and timing."
I smiled. "Perfect. I've read about these systems before. This one fits me."
The wheel changed again, this time offering newbie gift packs. I spun.
Golden Superman Template with Infinite Potential.
Maya raised an eyebrow. "Remarkable. You've inherited his bloodline—raw power, speed, invulnerability. You'll have to grow into it, but your ceiling is limitless. With enough dedication, you could surpass even the One Above All."
I bowed my head. "Thank you."
She chuckled. "Fate decides, not me."
Finally, the last wheel appeared—this one for soulmate selection. The names glowed: Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Gwen Stacy, Susan Storm, Maya (Ruler of Omniverse), and Death.
I froze. "Your name's on the list?"
Maya looked away, then back at me. "We are both anomalies, both one of a kind. If fate wills it, I may walk beside you again."
I pressed the button, heart pounding, as the wheel spun one final time...