A Meeting with Morgan Freeman.

I've always envisioned the afterlife as a black, desolate void of complete nothingness and silent death. I've always been a Christian, but I never believed in all that heaven and angels crap our local bishop spouts every Sunday I attend mass with my girlfriend. Those times have always been awfully boring, and sleep inducing at worst. Saying those who have been gifted and done great deeds would be reserved in the paradise that is heaven. Rubbish. The only reason I had not been an Atheist is due to my upbringing and the great morals the faith preaches.

It was a deep memory of what had been. Now just a remembrance of the life I once had. Oh, pity ole me! Here sulking in an infinite white, void of nothingness. How depressing.

It had been hours — no, day? I'm not really sure if time even exists in this place to be honest. But I felt like I have been floating here for years. I have no idea how I'm sane in the first place, the sensory deprivation and the unknown amount of time I have been stuck here should have driven any sane human into a raving mess. Yet here I am, just fine, albeit a little bored out of my mind.

But no matter how I complain, there's nothing really I can do. I tried screaming, that hurt my throat more than anything. I tried swimming in the air, which predictably did nothing, it just made me look foolish really, and showed my utter helplessness in the situation. I even tried concentrating and looking for some force hidden deep inside me. That actually somewhat worked, as when I concentrated so hard, I accidentally let out some gas that propelled me a couple inches up. That had been a massive embarrassment.

And so here I was. Sprawled and naked like the day I was born, drifting through the endless plane of white and nothing. Contemplating and reminiscing on my previous life. Nothing else to do, really.

At least I still remembered who I was back then, and had not lost the memories of my previous life.

Kurt Andrews. Age — 28. Worked as a mathematics teacher in some middle school in Canada. Had a smoking hot Italian co-worker girlfriend. And died trying to save a student during a giant fire in said previous school. Looking back, all through my life had been pretty average and — mediocre.

Grew up with two siblings in a middle class family. No abnormalities growing up; normal and healthy child. No financial or familial problems. Only got into a fight once as a child, first kiss at 10. Scored average all through middle school and high school, with the exception of math. Attended some college parties, but never did anything else during it. Worked at an average paying job just because it's convenient and close to where I live, and not because I liked it. Dated my co-worker, but we never did anything extreme due to her request.

The only exciting thing that happened to me was meeting with my girlfriend and the stunt I pulled that resulted in my death.

Is… is that why I so easily threw myself into the metaphorical and literal fire? Has my life been so dull that I so readily disregard logic and my concerns just for a little thrill of excitement? God, just thinking about it already makes me even more depressed than I already was.

"Death really makes you contemplate on life, doesn't it, Mr. Andrews?" A voice, deep and baritone, dripping with age and knowing, came from behind my right.

I struggled to turn, managing to do so by rotating and wiggling my hips, but when I did, I was left gobsmacked.

"Morgan Freeman?" I muttered, still disbelieving. Standing right in front of me, was a widened old black man wearing a clean, spotless white suit and attire. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his face was spotting a smirk radiating knowing and amusement. Amusement about what, I don't know. Probably to me.

The Morgan Freeman lookalike stepped forward on nothing and was not standing right in front of me. He reached out to touch my shoulder, and the moment he did, gravity suddenly got hold of me and forced me to fall on the ground. The ground being an invisible surface that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before.

"Unfortunately. I am not THE Morgan Freeman, merely another being masquerading as him. And before you ask, no. I am not God. At least not the capital G-god. I am something else entirely," Morgan Freeman said, breaking my illusion of him being Morgan Freeman. Crap, what do I refer to him now?

While I was contemplating what to call this new being, I eventually realized that I was still collapsed on the ground. Shamelessly displaying my nakedness to my new guest. Shooting up while covering my manhood, I gave him a sheepish smile. Utterly ashamed.

Morgan Freeman, on the other hand, gave me a gentle and understanding nod. With a snap of his finger, my 6'1 figure is now clothed in a casual white shirt, khakis and shoes. I could only stare mesmerizing at the amazing feat the person in front of me performed.

"Now. Introductions," He said, "I am ROB, short for Random-Omnipotent-Being. My name is irrelevant, it is incomprehensible, and not needed for this conversation. But for the sake of convenience, you may just call me Rob. Morgan Freeman works too," He addressed himself with a courteous bow.

I was awkwardly silent after that. I didn't know what to say! How would you react when all powerful beings from something that you only read on crappy fanfiction websites turned out to be real and are currently talking to you? Yeah, I'd be pissing me' pants right about now. Thankfully, I didn't. That might have been his powers at play there, because I definitely felt warm liquid in my legs.

"... Kurt?" I uttered, which came out as an unsure and nervous whimper. He gave me a questioning eyebrow, I quickly thrust my hands forward in a practised sign of greeting, "I'm Kurt! Kurt Andrews!"

"Morgan Freeman" eyed me, then looked at my hand, then back to me again. I realized that thrusting my hand might be a terrible idea, and had it retracted. But to my surprise, Morgan chased after my hand and shook it with a firm grip. Not too hard, yet not too soft either.

"Now. Before we get straight to business. Do you have any questions about all —" He waved his hand around, vaguely indicating everything about the situation, "This? Mr. Andrews?"

I did, actually. A hundred or so different questions waiting to burst out of my mouth. But I squashed it for the moment, and started with my most important question.

"What the hell is going on? … Sir!" I added that last part quickly, not wanting to disrespect the all powerful being.

He chuckled. His deep, iconic voice resonated around me with a tone that tells me is disarming and genuine.

"That, Mr. Andrews, is what I was about to tell. Any other last minute inquiries before we begin?" I shook my head in negation, "Very well,"

And with that, he clapped his hand.

The world exploded!

The once white, endless plane ruptured and transformed into a vast, ocean of twinkling stars. Light passed, the vast colourful nebulae weaved around them, forming a cocoon of glittering primordial dust. Countless stars and suns flew past us. I then noticed that the two of us are slowly growing, growing and growing. We grew twice as tall. Grew twice again. Then grew at an unprecedented rate. It was when we outgrew the planets nearby that I realized that it isn't going to stop.

But like everything, it all must end eventually. But that end has us towering waist high outside the milky-way galaxy. I couldn't even see the individual planets because they were so big. It was incomprehensible, my primitive monkey brain couldn't even process what was happening.

"Woah… this is just like that one time I accidentally breathed my college roommates weed smoke," I muttered dazedly.

"Hah," The Rob chuckled, "Believe all you want, Mr. Andrews. This is entirely real," To prove his point further, he gestured his hand forward, causing tiny specks of light to gravitate towards it. Upon further inspection, I realized that those lights were actually suns! When a sizable collection of suns accumulated, Morgan clenched his hand. A moment later, he un-clenched it.

His eyes widened, as a small explosion of blue, purple, violet and white. Did he just cause all those stars to go supernova!?!?

"Woah," Kurt muttered again, "I don't think I could get any more mind blasted by bigger displays of power,"

Morgan looked at my stunned face, he gave me a few seconds of further observing the phenomena until he finally decided to continue and clapped his hands. In just an instant, the endless nebulas and stars floating in the Milky Way galaxy just — stopped. I blinked, then quickly realized that the once supper massive galaxy had suddenly turned into tinted glass displaying a general mosaic of the Milky Way.

I suddenly looked at my surroundings, also just realizing that we were now sitting in rattan chairs in a clear, sunny field of grass. The sky was clear with little to no clouds, and the sky was shining bright without being too irritating on the skin.

"I revoke my previous statement. That was fucking smooth as fuck! Cool transitions are cool!" I said in amusement, much to Morgan's amusement. He was sitting right across from me with a steaming mug of coffee in hand.

"Now then. Let's finally talk, shall we?"

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We talked about all kinds of things after that. My previous life when I was a teacher. About his powers and how strong he is, which is very! He boasted that he once managed to win against Ajimu Najimi in a game of Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth-Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker. That made me speechless, winning against the woman with 12,858,051,967,633,865 skills is something quite impressive. Especially with Tzeentch as the referee.

Currently, we are sitting afront a coastal beach, white sands and blue calm waters. Just sitting at wooden beach chairs while sipping some fresh coconuts. Some time, after birds had flown above our heads and as the sun peaked, ROB finally spoke again.

"Have you decided on your boons?" Morgan spoke, with a cream coloured straw hat and blue rimmed sunglasses topping his eyes. Like me, he was sitting on a chair sipping on his coconut. He is also wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt and some shorts.

"... Yeah. You said I can ask for three wishes, as well as being able to choose which world I would be thrown at, right?" I questioned. Sitting on a beach chair, I was also sipping on a coconut, wearing a simple tank top and some trunks.

"Wouldn't call it wishes, but yes. Three boons, and the next world you want to be reborn into," ROB answered.

Earlier when we were sipping some coffee, ROB had bluntly announced that he had chosen me as his newest multiversal champion. Confused, he further explained that as a ROB, he is existentially and racially obliged to send some random nobody into a quest into the multiverse and grant them some wishes. He had also explained that I'm not his first champion, and had done this for 666,998 times.

I'm his 666,999th champion. Nice. I'd say it's embarrassing and pretty cringy, but NICE!

"Well, first. I'd like to choose my next world," I said in finality. ROB nodded and prompted me to continue, "The world I chose for my life world would be… My Hero Academia!"

ROB blinked, then nodded, "Seems pretty fair. Pretty low-level superhero world, with lots of colourful individuals. Approved,"

"Now, for my first wish. I would like to obtain the… Kaleidosco—"

"Absolutely not," The ROB shook his head, giving me a disapproving expression, "A boon is different from a wish. That ability you requested is way too dangerous for you, I simply cannot give you something that powerful,"

I was quite taken aback. After a while, I simply nodded and lowered my gaze to my coconut.

ROB sighed, "Don't get me wrong. I can easily grant you that power, but after my 404th champion asked me for that power, as well as the countless complaints I got from gods/deities across the multiverse, I had made a ban against it," he finished explaining.

My eyes slightly widened in realization and saw how bad that would be. People with the ability to effortlessly break the boundary between worlds would surely be a huge problem for the beings living in the worlds the users travel to.

"I see. If I cannot get the Kaleidoscope, then I might as well get the next best thing," I said in finality, "For my first "boon", I would like to get access to the Jumpchain! … please?"

ROB mulled over my words, sipping his coconut while about it, "You know what, fine," but before I could celebrate my new victory, he interrupted me first, "But there had to be some limitations,"

"... Okay," I mumbled, "What are the limitations, then?"

"For one, the usual 1000 CP you receive for every jump shall be reduced by 40%, equating to 600 CP per jump. Second is that we shall alternate on which settings you will be jumping into, you would be choosing the first world while I shall select the next. Finally, while I would usually assign one of my servants to oversee your adventure… I had decided that I would become your Jump-chan,"

I was listening to his explanation, nodding as he went along. It was until I finally processed the latter part of his words that I suddenly gaped, "Y-You as my jump chan!?"

The ROB smiled in amusement, "Why? Would you rather me as a sexy lady jumpchan? Loli jumpchan? Or the classic cat-chan?"

"What! No!" I waved him off frantically, "It's just… You're a ROB. Why would you want to burden yourself with me? Wouldn't it be better if you just send your servant like you said earlier?"

He brushed me off, "It's fine. It had been almost twenty thousand years since the last time I had done something like this. I still remember that time I had to pretend to be a Jumpchan for one of my champions," he reminisced while smiling. "Now that it's settled. Go on, redeem your second boon,"

"Oh. Very well, for my second wish— I mean, Boon. I'd like to get the power of Numbers!" I said in favor and enthusiasm?

Due to his occupation as a Maths teacher, as well as an avid reader of literature both fiction and non. Kurt had a huge array of experience and imagination to draw upon when choosing his boons.

"Numbers? Can you explain?" he said, perplexed.

"Aren't you like, all knowing?" I said, equally perplexed as him.

"I tend not to peer into the minds of others without consent," he simply answered.

"Oh. I see... Well, do you know the Number Man from Worm?" I asked him, which garnered a brief glint of recognition in his face.

"His power, or shard, basically grants him near boundless calculating and processing power that lets him see the world in the form of mathematics and numbers. He can calculate complex equations in a blink of an eye, calculate trajectories and velocities accurately, and can basically predict anything be it his opponents moves or the possibilities of events. I would like that ability, but without the shard and at least more powerful than his,"

He chose this ability due to the infinite versatility of the ability and how much it could be applied to anything. It also didn't help that he and the Number man shared the same first name, vaguely looking alike with their blonde hair and glasses. He even theorized if he's an alternate version of him, and have a shared existence.

"Versatile, Useful, and Powerful. This ability is very good for almost anything, you chose a great one. Granted," ROB said with an admirating smile.

I nodded in thanks. I was hesitant for my next request, but I continued nonetheless, "Now, for my third boon. I would like to become the greatest Artisan in the universe! Be it Smithing, Crafting, and the Arts, I would be the greatest. This would also apply to things such as Enchanting, Spellcrafting, Magic Crafting, and… Conceptualization and Realization,"

ROB's face was relaxed until I uttered that final part. His face turned into something complicated until it finally rested in a small smile, "I can grant you that. You are the greatest artisan in the universe, however, you would still need to learn how to create the more complex and powerful crafts such as conceptualization and realization,"

Conceptualization and Realization, It is a method of constructing items by either materializing or infusing concepts into objects. It is a rare and powerful ability that I had only seen certain Gods and some extremely powerful beings are capable of doing. Examples such as Gae Bolg, Avalon, Rho Aias, Origins, and basically almost every weapon in the Nasuverse.

The ability to crystalize concepts into objects is surely something a person tasked with roaming the multiverse would need. He already had some ideas on crystalizing concepts into some weapons. Still, he would need to ask him later how he would be able to learn crystallization.

"Now, tell me. What is your final request? You better make this quite special since it's the final one, so better make it count,"

I looked up and gave myself time to think. I didn't really think of my final "wish", the first four aside from the Jumpchain was something I had thought of based on my knowledge and experience. I don't really have anything for my final boon…

I was broken from my thoughts as ROB started counting down.

"Five… Four… Three… Two… On—"

"WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!" I waved frantically. After he stopped counting down, I continued, "For my final wish, I would like to obtain... Plot Armour like those that of anime protagonists?" I said in uncertainty.

ROB was silent. His lips thinned into a straight line, and his eyes showed no expression. There was no sound. There are literally no sounds being produced around us. I was starting to get uncomfortable and unnerved due to this unnatural silence. That is until… he smiled.

He chuckled, then bellowed in full blow laughter. His mouth was a rictus of amusement, and his eyes were crinkled and overjoyed.

"Boy. That is one of the smartest request I have heard for a while in the last hundred years," he said while recovering from his wheezing, "The last champion who asked me Plot armour was a paranoid guy that is so afraid of dying that he centered his new life in finding poweres that helped him survive. Ironic that he choose to give his life away to save his world,"

Kurt sighed in relief, that actually got accepted? That boon was just made by a whim of thought, yet it got accepted. Weird. Acceptable, but weird. Still, getting something simmilar to the luck and fate protection of those like Ichigo, Luffy, and Naruto is quite absurd.

We talked even more after that. I asked him for some clarifications on how to learn Conceptualization. Apparently, I had to personally learn from entities such as Gods and Divine beings. I already have some ideas on who I should learn it from. A certain Red-haired one-eyed goddess comes to mind.

I asked him about the Jumpchain. While I am limited to 600 CP for every jump, I am still free to take the drawbacks to gain more points. ROB also revealed that I'm not constrained by the 10 year limit, but I'm still obliged to spend time in the world before leaving again. Not to mention I have to fulfil certain scenarios before leaving.

I had also asked him about my second boon, and what changes he had made to it. Apparently, the Number Man's power is already powerful enough, and asking him to make it more powerful is quite too much. He only tweaked it a bit so that more of my senses are more acute and intune with my power, meaning that my hyper awareness would be improved and become more detailed. He also added some processing power for every other thing, increasing my intelligence by a sizable margin.

He had also informed me that my Plot Armour is quite brittle, and is only meant to protect me whenever I enter a new world, or encounter a loose-loose situation. It should protect me to powerful beings in other worlds, and unnavoidable dangerous situations. On a side note, ROB had informed me that Plot Armor would also give me a minor boost in every facet, be it physical parameters or metaphysical ones like powers.

"So. What now?" I asked.

We are currently floating in space, levitating above the stratos of Earth. Just him and me, floating and relaxed while gazing on the lush marble of green, brown, and blue.

"Now, is the time where you would go," ROB said in his usual pleasing voice, "Everything is in order. It's your choice when you want to go,"

He reached out with his hand, his demeanor that of a welcoming friend.

… I looked down at the Earth, contemplating on… something. This would be a whole new experience, a whole new life. My life would never be the same after this. But then again, my previous life had been nothing but the same, repetitive and boring existence. Such a life is nothing to be wanted, especially for me. Without hesitation, I uttered the word that would change my life. For better, or for worse. I took his hand and grasped it in a firm grip.

"Let's make this new life worthwhile,"

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[A/N: Chapter may came erratically. Also, new series lol, watafak. Oppinions and particularly Insults are appreciated.]

[Changed Power Randomizer to Plot Armour. Since you guys think its too OP/Tricky to write. While I can see you point, I have seen stories that had used hundreds of different abilities in them, but those often get too chaotic. Nevertheless, I acquiesced. I changed it to Plot Armor. It would't change anything much, but It can lead into great situations.]