1 [Rebirth]

Within a void of endless proportions, stood a young man. In front of said young man, was an elderly man with long, silky gray hair. Alongside his full head, was a magnificent beard that connected to a goatee.

His skin was slightly tanned, and his lips held a permanent soft smile full of wisdom.

The young man was much different in contrast. His head held a small, messy bunch of black hair, sharp eyebrows, and slight chin hair- His skin was darker than the elder and his face contorted in a frown.

"Why couldn't I have just… died." The young man states rather than asks. Rubbing his forehead as he did so like he was truly experiencing one of the most stressful situations in his entire life.

The elder simply chuckled. "Because you aren't destined to do so! Besides, wouldn't you enjoy a life within any world? Plus, you'd get powers! What's so wrong with that?" Tilting his head, the man was extremely confused to the mortals thought process.

"Well, its not that it sounds TERRIBLE, but like… This isn't some fairytale." The elder nodded. "That's not a very decent reasoning… And it's not good to lie. You know I can see your true desire and thoughts, right?" The young man eyes widened slightly before turning his head to the side.

Muttering as he did so.

After a moment of silence, the young man sighed. "Okay… Then how's this going to work? Do I choose the world, time and place? My powers or gifts? Explain it to me." The elderly man dropped the once confused smile and readopted his signature soft, inviting one. Placing his hand on his beard, he slowly and gently ran his fingers through it as he spoke.

"Everything will be up to the wheels of fate. Your world choice, that is. The Wheel of Fortune will grant you gifts/traits depending on the universe you set off into." The young man nodded along slowly, slipping his hands into his pockets as he shrugged.

"Seems simple enough. Bring them out." At his words, the old man snapped his fingers and four wheels popped into existence. One was dubbed, "Wheel of Hospitality" while the other four were dubbed, "Wheels of Traits."

What they did was simple. The Wheel of Hospitality will choose the world/universe the young man would be put into while the Wheels of Traits served to grant him three unique abilities/genetic traits that will be ingrained into his very being once his transmigration is complete.

The young man, with slight hesitance, approached the first wheel and spun it with little vigor. He then stepped back and watched it click past all his options. There were some worlds and universes he was extremely familiar with, ones like One Piece, Naruto… Akame ga Kill, SpongeBob, hell, even Henry Danger. But just as much as there were ones he recognized, there were some he didn't. Ones like Warhammer 40k, Dragon Ball, Bleach, Hunter x Hunter, Family Guy… The list went on and on.

Moments later, the wheel finally stopped, and the young man was decently surprised. [TRANSFORMERS CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.] He didn't quite know what that entailed, but if he had to guess, it was the movie universe.

'So like Bayverse… Great, that confusing sack of shit.' Groaning at his luck, the man turned to the other wheels, ignoring the old man's amusement filled chuckles.

Moving on to his next spins, the young man hastily spun the first Wheel of Traits, however, much to his surprise all three of them spun at the same time, saving him the process of having to go through and wait for three wheels.

He greatly appreciated that aspect- He even turned around and gave the old man a thumbs up. To which he received a simple wave.

Quick moments later and the three wheels were done. Each one yielding results better than the last. The young man opened his eyes in a mix of curiosity and surprise. Looking over his newfound abilities/traits, he turned to the old man only to see him making a dramatic face.

"…Just by your reaction I can hope that these are actually worthwhile? I kinda get the first one, "Absolute Combat" seems pretty self-explanatory to me." He shrugged, turning back towards the wheels to get a look at the others.

The old man cleared his throat as he approached said wheels. "Indeed, these are good… You'll find that you'll have an easier time than most in your position with these skills. Fate must really have an eye for you…" He hummed, stroking his beard once more.

The young man then turned back towards the wheels, mentally satisfied with the trio. [Absolute Combat.]

[Ultipotence – Unlimited potential.]

[Temperature Resistance.]

The last one wasn't much in his opinion, but he knew that it would come in handy. Especially if he was a human. That was one thing that would always make or break anything in any world.

Thinking about that, he turned back towards the old man, his face making it glaringly obvious he had a question.

"Hey, old man… Am I going to be a human? Or am I going to be a Transformer?" The old man shrugged. "Would you like to be a transformer?" The young man hummed as he thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean, I wouldn't get the full experience of this new life of mine if I was a human. Plus, being a giant space robot sounds better than reliving the same normal life I did before, but with just different traits." The elderly man nodded, his smile widening as he responded.

"I guess that's true. There's no rule against it, so I will oblige with your wish. Is there any thing else you'd like to request?" The young man fell into thought, though not without letting his expression give way to surprise as he didn't expect more than one request to be fulfilled.

"Yeah, do you mind starting me out around 17.000BC? I wanna get the full experience." The old man simply nodded. "Alright, then that is what we will do. I assume you're ready?" To those words, the young man sighed. Shaking his head, a bit while muttering something under his breath.

"Yep. Send me off into that hellhole."

With a simple snap of the fingers, the young man was whisked away in a flash of pink, leaving nothing but empty silence in his last position…