Plotkuna Kaisen in Marvel and DC

In the midst of an empty expanse, where the obscure landscape was shrouded in a black void of pulsating white lights, a solitary voice whispered into the swirling nothingness, "Where am... I?" The question seemed to drift endlessly, swallowed by the vast, silent nothingness.

This realm defied human comprehension. There were no stars, no horizons, only an endless embrace of darkness, devoid of any discernible features or understandable landmarks. It was as if the very concepts of space and time had been obliterated, leaving behind a desolate, enigmatic realm.

Then, out of the void, an unexpected sound echoed. An annoying, child-like voice reverberated inside him, dripping with irritation, "A truck killed you, blah blah blah. I'm not gonna go through the hassle of explaining. You're like the millionth guy getting reincarnated. You are getting a Jujutsu Kaisen system based on Sukuna, yadda yadda. You're welcome. Move along." The voice was impatient, as if it had recited this script and read it a thousand times before.

Before he could react or process the bizarre situation he found himself at, the voice continued with an almost tangible eye-roll, "Now, let's spin for what universe you're gonna end up in."

The unknown floating figure in the void felt a sudden jolt of fear shivering across his soul, "WAIT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIED?!"

With the audible exhaustion of an overworked desk clerk, she said, "This is why I hate humans... Like, '##!#)'" It paused as if struggling to articulate its frustration. Sighing, it explained in simpler terms, "For your understanding, I'm from an alien race. and my race, they always take it in stride, saying, 'Oh, I died, then you must be a god; I will willingly take your offer without asking much.' So how about... SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET REINCARNATED!"

With a magical puff, a machine materialized before the disembodied soul. It was a giant fortune wheel festooned with shiny lights. And instead of a cute THICC bunny girl spinning the wheel, a massive humanoid figure dressed in unearthly tattered yellow robes stood beside it; the creature had wings unfurled, a radiant halo glowing above its pallid mask. The being's presence was both eerie and imposing, and for some strange reason, he had a hard time trying to comprehend it; he could only read some words in the tattered clothes that went as follows: "The King In Yellow."

A tendril extended from the yellow-robed figure and pressed the button on the wheel. At first, the display was blank because the wheel was spinning with incomprehensible speed, but soon hundreds of names flickered into view: DC, Harry Potter, Naruto, One Punch Man, Hunter X Hunter, JJBA, One Piece, Sailor Moon, Bleach, Konosuba, Chainsaw Man, Lobotomy Corporation, Warhammer 40K, Warframe, League of Legends, Kirby, Devil May Cry, Super Smash Bros, Paper Mario, and many more.

The wheel quickly spun with such incredible speed that it seemed to defy human comprehension; it was a pure blur of potential worlds flashing in front of him. Yet, like a firework's fleeting glow, its momentum began to wane, and watching the once-frenzied whirl gradually slow didn't give him as much tranquillity as you would expect.

His anxiety skyrocketed as the pointer teetered dangerously close to "Warhammer 40K." His formless essence screamed internally, "HELL NAH BRO, I'M COOKED!" He thought in terror, "I'm not gonna go through all that bullshit. Probably, I'm gonna kill myself if I get there."

"God, Jesus, Buddha, The Jade Emperor, God-Emperor of mankind, Odin, Osiris, Anubis, Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Anansi, Zarathustra, Maria, Amaterasu, Kukulkan, Jupiter, Azathoth, Exodia, Gege..."

Yes, that's right, in a desperate plea, he rattled off every deity he could think of at this moment. "I am not a guy who prays, but please, do something, I'm fine with being a chill guy without a harem but please do something!!!"

As if answering his prayers, the wheel's movement slowed further, shifting from the inevitable "Warhammer 40K" to a more feasible "Marvel."

He would have looked at it with empty eyes if he had, "Not gonna lie, Bro, I'm still kinda cooked..." He began to think about the strongest in that verse, "The hell is gonna do sukuna in that verse? Thanos is gonna snap my ass, HECK! What am I going to do against Galactus?! I don't even watch Marvel apart from some movies."

The female voice said with a shivering aura, "I can send you to the Kirby verse if you want! It's free! I have heard that dreamland is quite the charm!"

"💀"

As he still tried to process the information about his destiny, he mumbled to himself, "Alright, get strong enough and stop Thanos so I don't die, and do whatever you want. Thanks for nothing, Miss Creepy Voice."

The voice chuckled, distant and fading, "You'll figure it out. Or you won't. Either way, good luck, champ. Byeee."

As the conversation faded, the soul felt an inexplicable force pulling him, like being sucked into a cosmic vacuum. The world around him was distorted, and his formless body started stretching and twisting as if pulled through a collapsing black hole. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" The overwhelming pull blurred his perception, ripping apart the fragmented thoughts struggling to form.

Then his mind turned off.