In an alleyway somewhere in Chicago, a man laid on the ground with a leaky gut… like his guts were leaking out of his body. He had just been recently the victim of a drive by and was in no shape to survive regardless of EMS's arrival time.
"Man, I wish I could have been more than some loser," Jared thought as he laid there helplessly. He always had a distaste for his genetics and body; he was jealous of those black guys that were beasts regardless of if they were fat or not.
"Even after getting killed I can't help but feel annoyed at how nice that guy looked," he mustered as his body gave out. "Man, I wish I was black." His final thoughts before he succumbed to his injuries.
In the silent nothingness, a voice cut through, and his eyes suddenly started functioning.
"Well, that is an interesting wish."
A voice everyone knows—Morgan Freeman—was standing in front of Jared. He was wearing a suit just like in Bruce Almighty.
"Let's get the introductions started. My name is Morgan Freeman, the God of the Blacks, and you, Jared, are a very lucky man," he said with a simple smile.
With no time to reply, Morgan Freeman started to give a brief on the situation.
"You have been given the opportunity to go into another world, with two wishes including your original one."
Jared, hearing the final words, turned pink with embarrassment, but it quickly faded when the weight of the words hit him. He never thought this would happen to him, but he wasn't going to waste time when he already knew what he wanted.
"I want to go to the universe My Hero Academia is in. As for my wishes, I want a quirk that is a mix of Haki and Nen, and I want to be born in a rich CLAN, not family."
He finished his requests and looked at Morgan expectantly.
"Well, the only thing that I won't allow is a Hatsu. If you wanted another one, you should have wished for it. Aside from that, everything looks good," Morgan said as he flicked his wrist. Jared's body started turning into light particles.
"Just remember my one wish—spread black greatness!" Jared heard as he started fading.
POV: MC
After what was most likely minutes of waiting, sensations washed over me. The feeling of being whole returned. My eyes fluttered open; I saw a simple wooden ceiling. I was in a basic cradle with minimal bedding.
I looked at my body and saw I was a nice dark chocolate baby, and couldn't be happier. As I was looking at my body, I heard footsteps come into the room. I looked over to where they came from and saw a gorgeous woman with red piercing eyes come over to my crib, and she picked me up.
"Good morning, my little cub," she said as she touched my forehead to hers. She cradled me in her arms as she brought me out of the room.
We moved through the simple open building as we arrived in what was some sort of dining room. I saw everyone sat around a table eating various different dishes.
As we walked into the room, everyone looked our way but swiftly went back to eating their food, except one man. He stood soon, making his towering build apparent. He wasn't pure human—he had a face slightly morphed by feline features.
"Good morning, my cub," he said as he grabbed me from the woman and brought me into an awkward hug.
He went back to the table with me in his arms and started eating once again. I just watched as everyone ate around the table since I wasn't old enough to consume much of anything.
I sat there for twenty minutes watching until everyone finished. As they did, everyone got up and started leaving the building. We followed suit.
The outside consisted of many buildings that were not fancy as you would expect from my wish, but ones that were part of a secluded tribe. We went toward the middle where there seemed to be some sort of platform. As they all made it there, the people stopped and formed a crowd around the platform.
As we made it, the crowd parted for us, allowing us to reach the platform. As we made it up the platform, my… dad? started speaking.
"Today we shall do what we have done many times before—THE NAMING CEREMONY!" he shouted the last words as the crowd started cheering.
As this was happening, an older man who was still ripped came over and grabbed me from my dad's arms. He cradled me as he brought the bowl he was holding to my mouth and made me drink the red contents. It was a nasty chunky concoction—it wouldn't have gone down without me forcing it to.
As I finished the final gulp, the crowd stood there silent, awaiting the verdict. The old man was expressionless until he started speaking.
"He shall be known as Adekunle Adeoye."
The crowd soon started cheering once again, and my dad picked me up, doing the Lion King scene (you know which one). The crowd went crazy as this happened.
The crowd soon dispersed, and the cheering went away as I slowly started drowsing off.
"I know you will do great things, my cub," he said as he rubbed his forehead against mine. Soon after, my mind drifted into unconsciousness.