1 Prologue

Prologue

As Narrow awoke, he was surrounded by a vast white room; he looked around suspiciously, his mind imagining a series of possibilities. Then, after wandering for what seemed like hours, a coal-black office desk suddenly appeared; a man in a tuxedo sat at the desk, looking at him with an annoyed glint in his eyes.

He stumbled back from the desk and the strange man in front of him, screaming, "What the fuck, man!".

The man said boringly, "Language.".

As he mentally prepared himself, he threatened, "Fuck you! I want to go easily.".

He was eyed wearily by a man in a white tuxedo. Narrow stared at him, not speaking either. He can stare, too! He said inwardly.

"Bothersome!" The man mumbled, adjusting his tie.

Oh, well. Narrow snorted but prepared for any sudden movements.

"I don't have all day. Can you calm down?" he asked, grabbing a thick book from his desk.

As a result, Narrow remained silent. As far as he knew, this was a kidnapping of some kind. The squad responsible for this would pay if he escaped. The room was white and seemed to go on forever as he searched for a way out.

An interesting fact. While looking up from the book, the man said, "I can read your thoughts." In his thoughts, Narrow heard a voice that tingled his spine.

"Now. Like I was saying, I don't have all day..." the man stopped as he was unprepared for the sheer scream the boy let loose in his mind. He clenched his teeth. Half a second later, he looked in front of him only to see the teen speeding away.

He couldn't say he wasn't surprised at the child's disobedience. He closed the book and rolled his shoulder.

Shit!

Shit!

Narrow, with quick thinking, he had to be. He wasn't sure what the man was, but he had a thing coming if he thought a mutant would have made him accept capture.

"Fuck this. I'm not waiting for whatever they have in mind for me." He announced.

His body suddenly froze. The tuxedo guy unceremoniously dragged backward. He was planted in a chair that materialized underneath him, and the man held an unamused countenance.

He stared at the thin watch on his wrist. "I see why they killed you. Listen, I don't have time for this today. Do yourself a favor and remain sitting until I'm done." He said with finality.

That's right, I was killed! What is this place, then? The thoughts that spiraled in his mind weren't lovely.

Narrow decided not to respond. He nodded his head up and down. He gulped.

"Better. You're dead. Unfortunate, right?"

He starred. "Whatever. Your death was mostly caused by some miscalculation by some Heavenly bureaucrat..." he mumbled something under his breath.

Narrow just stared.

Sigh!

"Now, if it was a simple death like a heart attack or maybe a truck hitting you while crossing the road out of nowhere, I could just snap my fingers, and miraculously, you would survive and get an interview on the local news station or whatever."

Narrow eyes bulged, and the memory of what happened returned to him.

He shivered! The tuxedo-dressed man nodded solemnly.

"Exactly. Quite the Terrible way to go... if I may say so, honestly. Be thankful the pain of the memory of your death didn't pass review and, therefore, was removed. I doubt we could have converse normally. I'm sure a raving lunatic wouldn't understand the weight of this moment."

Narrow nodded agreeably. Even though he couldn't feel the pains of his death, he had a marginal memory of what transpired. "Am I being judged? If it is, I regret crippling that child. I d-"

He raised his hand for silence. "If this were judgment, I wouldn't be the guy standing before you. Trust and believe me!" He eyed the kid.

Narrow started straight ahead. He wasn't what you would call a typical teenager.

"I believe you, God?" Narrow said questioningly.

"I'm not THE GOD," replied the entity before Narrow.

"I'm what you could call an outsourced entity, a fixer. When the powers that be make mistakes, I intervene on behalf of the affected parties." He waited for the boy to get comfortable with the information.

"Oh. So, like a court-appointed defense lawyer. Pro bono."

"Not quite. But I suppose that will do." The entity replied nonchalantly

"Where were we? Oh yeah. I've read over your files." He tapped the thick, leather-bound book.

"My purpose is to offer you a second chance at life." He raised his hand, stopping the teen.

"Whatever unfinished business you had on your previous world is not my concern, nor can your choices be used to return or distort an already disarrayed balance.

Narrow's shoulder slumped. "Don't fret; your last endeavor has set the mortal perpetrators back; I'm not even sure they could recover before others pick them off."

Narrow spirits rose at that. "Moving forward. I'm empowered to offer you four choices; think of them as wishes or upgrades, entirely of your choosing; your imagination is the limiting factor on what you decide on."

"As an avid reader, I know you've read stories about this scenario?"

Narrow nodded his head.

"Since we agree, sign here; just slide your hand across the bottom half." He said as he scrolled unrolled in front of him.

"Shouldn't I read this?" Narrow asked, taking the scroll.

"Once you sign it, the details will be known to you." Narrow looked at the man in disbelief. What kind of shit was that?

He sighed. Narrow stopped his thoughts. "This is only the baseline of what we discussed. Nothing detrimental about your soul is inside the scroll. Narrow reluctantly rubbed his hand across the bottom half after glancing at the scroll's contents.

As stated, he knew the scroll's contents as soon as his hand lifted from the scroll.

The man stood from his black desk and said, "Thank you. Now, that's the end of our time together. Just input your choices into the computer to your left."

He stopped his departure and turned around. "Friendly warning. Your choices will affect the world of your choosing. So do try to be humble."

Narrow just stared noncommittally. The fixer shrugged. The god's mitigator tipped his white top hat, straightened his tie, and turned his back, throwing up duces. The Lawywe vanished.

Narrow slumped into the chair and pondered a minute before running to the desk. Narrow looked around suspiciously.

"I'm alone?" He said aloud.

He fist-pumped. "Reincarnation, here I come, baby."

Welcome to The Heavenly Terminal. You have four choices. Choose carefully.

He scanned through the computer for generic choices and found what he wanted. First, he wanted to be in the Naruto world. He enjoyed that show, at least. Secondly, he wanted a Zanpakuto, and his third choice was One Piece; he wanted devil fruits. He envisioned them like Bloodline limits; he didn't want to eat fruit, and last, he chose a gamer-like interface, minimal missions, more looting systems based on the previous three choices, and glorious rewards.

1. Naruto

2. Bleach

3. One Piece

4. Game-like system

Are these choices correct? Y/N

Yes.

Your choices are being modified to your settings...

Choose your world. Because of your choices, the Reincarnation system is recommending the transmigration option.

Do you Accept Y/N?

Yes.

Hell yeah. He didn't want to be a baby.

Option Accepted! Suitable backstory required. Naruto Uzumaki's backstory was acquired—discrepancies were discovered.

Solution found.

The world is adjusting to your arrival! Please wait patiently.

Adjustments underway!

While the world is being adjusted, please modify your appearance to your liking.

He rubbed his hands together and started clicking on the screen.

Character Sheets are being generated!

Adjustment Completed!

Welcome to your new life; your memories of the white room, the mitigator, and most of your knowledge will be erased.

"What?" He exclaimed. He went back to the terminal, but his body froze, and the white room turned black along with his consciousness.