1 Death

In a vast void. In complete darkness. There was not a thing in sight. The void was the beginning and end of everything. Where everything is born and where everything returns when it's there end. In this vast emptiness, a spark of light appeared. It was such a small and weak light, but a light nonetheless. In this void, this weak light was a beacon. Upon closer inspection, this light was a wayward soul. One that would soon vanish, consumed by the void.

'Ugh. What happened?' The soul thought. 'The last thing I remember is watching Arcane.'

(1st person)

I was so invested in this show that I had watched it at least a hundred times, but no matter how many times I watched it, I always felt sad about how everything played out. I especially adored and sympathize with Jinx. The girl once known as Powder who was molded into a dangerous criminal by her surroundings. If I had the chance, I'd definitely try to be her source of support. Wouldn't stop her from being a badass, but would make sure she wouldn't lose to her mental illness. She probably suffered from it from when her parents died, but relied of Vi a lot to suppress it and maintain her sanity. but she relied on her a bit too much. As soon as Vi left her she unraveled and with the new trauma of pretty much killing her whole family when trying to save them and have Silco mold raise her. It was a recipe for disaster.

As I was thinking about all this, a huge light appeared from the vast darkness and approached me. As my 'sight' adjusted, I was able to make out the image of and old man, but couldn't make out his facial features. It was like it was masked by the excess light or a fog that appeared out of nowhere.

"Well, what do we have here? A lost soul that has disconnected from it's karmic cycle of reincarnation."

I tried to speak, but it only came out as a thought. I didn't know if he could hear me. 'Hey, Old Man. Who are you? Where am I?'

"Well, little one(soul is very small compared to old man), I guess you could say that I'm a god."

'Wait. A god?'

"Yes. A god. There are many gods. Each world has there own collection of gods or sometimes one god, depending on the world's belief system."

'Sounds legit. So, what now?'

"Well, I could just leave you here and let the void claim you and you'll disappear and cease to exist."

'What?!'

"Or. I could reincarnate you into a world of your choice, not including your original world, and grant a few wishes."

'Yes, that!'

"Ok, then what world do you want to be reincarnated in and what are you wishes?"

'I want to be reincarnated in Arcane, in Zaun as the same age as Jinx, or Powder as she was called then. And I want to be adopted by Vander with them.'

"Done. Anything else?"

'I want to have a hyperactive adaptation and evolution ability, in order to adapt to Zaun's environment, I want all the knowledge on Chemtech and Hex-tech and I want an ability that allows me to absorb a template of a fictional character every year and a piece of knowledge or item once a month. The template has to grant me their knowledge, abilities, and experience and all knowledge gained has to provide the necessary knowledge of how to improve whatever I get the knowledge on and how to successfully make it based off of my surroundings, which would be the world I would be living in.'

"Done, but there will be some limitations, like no matter what template or abilities you get, you won't be able to destroy the world or grow bigger than the world."

'Fair enough. Now let's get this show on the road.'

"Ok, but what about your new appearance?"

'Oh yeah. Make it like a fusion between Orochimaru and Sephiroth.'

"Really?"

'Yeah. I can make changes myself later.'

"Done. Now, it's time for your you to start your journey in your new life. I hope it's all you imagine and more."

"Thanks, Old Man."

"You're welcome. Farewell."

After that, my vision returned to darkness and I felt a strong tiredness overcome me. I couldn't wait for my new life to begin.