2 Reincarnation

I wake up in an all black, seemingly never ending room. And dead center of the room, or at least what I think is dead center, is a man around 7 foot tall.

And I'm like, "That b*tch! I just f*cking died!".

Naturally, I'm freaking the heck out and more concerned with my death than some random being sitting in the middle of a room. But then my otaku nature kicks in and I look around to see if I can check the boxes off.

"Random black or white never ending room...check."

"Random being you know nothing about that seems to be radiating a powerful aura.....check!"

"Died...check!!!"

"Got hit by a truck?...no."

Slightly disappointed that I didn't die by getting hit by a truck, I start walking toward the powerful being while thinking about my life. Once I get closer to the being I can tell what he really looks like and that is.....like an ordinary dude except huge.

Honestly I am kinda dissatisfied with this too. How come all those other guys get celestial beauties or guys that make them question their gender preferences, and I get Tom from Progressive.

"A mortal like you dare question my awesomeness?" The mysterious being questions unangrily.

"Okay, I should have expected this, in all those fanfics I've read the ROBs can always read minds.... now it is time to use that vast array of knowledge you've been collecting and not make any dumb*ss mistake", I whisper to my self furiously.

Then I try to psych myself up to talk to this dude,"Okay, you got this, just think about what you want seriously and don't make any stupid wishes and make sure to flatter and ask questions to the ROB."

"It seems like you mortal know the process, then let's get this over with quickly....You have 3 wishes, use them wisely...I've see far smarter wish for some seriously stupid stuff," ROB says causally.

"I have some questions first though great being, please enlighten this young one with your vast wealth of knowledge," I say while tapping into my knowledge of cultivation novel flattery.

"Very well, you may ask," ROB said while looking proud of himself.

"First, do I get to pick my world or is that a wish?"

"Second does creating a backstory for my self need to be a wish too?"

"Third, does picking my appearance count as a wish?"

"And fourth, do I get the ability to travel to another multiverse realm or can I only stay in one?"

"For your first question I will allow you to pick your world without a wish due to how respectful you are being.", the ROB responds kindly.

"For your second, I will allow you to create a backstory for free, but you have to grant a request of mine once you enter the world of your choosing. As for your third and fourth, picking your appearance does not count as a wish, and if you want to travel to another universe you must first become a multiversal entity by becoming the strongest being in that that world."

"Thank you, kind being. For my first wish I want to be an ancient Saiyan while also being a legendary Super Saiyan."

"For my second wish I want the unique transformation that I once wrote in a fanfic, the form is called Primal Instinct, a form capable of surpassing ultra instinct by combining the battle experience of every Saiyan to have ever existed including ones still alive, also including non-cannon Saiyans and multiplying their power times 10. "

"And for my final wish, I want my own dragon balls that will grow more powerful as I do, can I also design my dragon?", I say tentatively.

"I can agree with all of those wishes, but your Primal Instinct form will be restricted and would have to be earned by experiencing huge amounts of despair and grief, kinda like a normal Super Saiyan but a lot worse", he responded.

"Okay, now pick your world, appearance, and the appearance of your Shenron", he added.

"Great being, I wish to go to the world of God of Highschool!", I say.

"Cool, now use this screen to pick you appearance and your Shenron's appearance," he says unenthusiasticly.

I set myself as a decently handsome, 7 foot 2 in. black guy with a black tail and wild black dreadlocks and orange eyes like the sun with an original Broly like get up except green and black with a pattern and some edits and with no shoes for my adult appearance.

As for my dragon, I chose a western dragon with deep charcoal black-green scales, a emerald green underbelly, toxic-green eyes and huge curling backwards black horns.

"I'm done, thank you great one! Also, can I start 3 years before the beginning at my real age of 14, so I'll actually be that old and not an old man pretending to be a kid? Plus can you just put me in a good orphanage? And my backstory would be a monster that was raised in the human world not knowing he was a monster."

"Sure and your welcome, but remember that just because you become that strongest in that universe doesn't mean that you can beat all the people in the other ones, compared to some other universes that one is a walk in the park."

"Before I go can you tell how my brothers and parents live their lives after I died?", I said quietly.

I tried avoiding worrying about this by putting all my brain power into my wishes, but now that it's over I feel bad about not using a wish for them.

"They all continue to live good lives and each and everyone of them die happily.", he responds earnestly.

"Goodbye child, enjoy your adventure!", I hear him say as my vision starts fading.

.....

"Ugh....was that a dream?"

*Brush*

I look down and see a black furred tail waving around unconsciously.

"Yeah! It was real!"

Then a huge headache hits me as I get bombarded with knowledge of my new life.

"Ugh", I groan in pain.

My knew name is Abuja Orunfemi, 14 years old, 6 foot, and apparently I'm African, Nigerian specifically, didn't even know that there was a Nigeria in God of Highschool, and apparently my tail is considered a deformity. I try to sort out the information in my head and come to the conclusion that the ROB did exactly as he said with out changing anything.

I get up form my ratty mat looking bed, and exit my groups room. I see the orphanage caretaker, and an old woman named Tolu, and greet her in Urhobo which I apparently know now.

"Abuja, have you done your chores?", she says accusingly.

"No ma' ma, I am sorry, I was not feeling well, but I am better now, so I will go do them."

The hard lines on her face soften, "Its good you are alright Abuja, quickly go and do your chores and then finish your homework."

I turn around grab the broom from the closet and start sweeping while wondering about how the hell im supposed to get a letter for the tournament if I'm in f*cking Africa.