William Fieldstone, Intermultiversal Contestant.

I woke up as I usually did, I got up, kicked my cat who's name is max out of my room, petting his black fur as his yellow eyes tracked me getting ready for work. I Immediately combed my natural crimson red hair, Brushed my teeth, Took a shower, and got dressed in a business suit. I looked into my blue eyes and frowned. I was over-weight. I'm talking above 50 pounds of excess fat.

Not like I could afford a gym, or learn martial arts. That shit costs money.

I went down stairs and looked at my mom and said, "I'm going out to work!"

I didn't hear her respond, but I know she did, she cares about me too much to actually ignore me.

To this day nobody knows why I even have crimson red hair despite both my parents being brunettes. nor blue eyes, which neither of them had. They swear to god they birthed me and everything. I even have the growing up photos and videos to prove I am their legitimate son. Genetic tests were even taken and I am 100% genetically theirs, but for some reason I still have red hair and blue eyes.

I continue to ponder this as I click the unlocking mechanism on the car keys. The car makes a beeping sound, but for some reason it sounds off. Like the beep was slower than it should be.

I get my 24 year old fat ass into the car, but when I try to move the car into reverse, I Realize I can't move.

Not an Inch. My mind freezes as I hear a screeching sound.

I find my body being Puppeted outside of the car, without my say-so. I stand up, and stare at the sky. I hear the door of the house being opened, and a few steps being taken. I can barely breathe.

This is unnatural. the sky turns into a giant TV screen With the words

[stand by for Interplanar Multiverse TV News.] scrawling over and over left to right. followed by what I think is the same text in every language I've ever seen and some I haven't

"Greetings my 1 Million Contestants, and each of their Represented Humanoid Species! If you are seeing, hearing, or otherwise perceiving this message, Your species has been selected to have a champion selected for you to represent you in Glorious martial combat! That's right! 1 million universes have been selected to participate in the 230984th Planar-rotational Contest of arms! Cultivators and mortals across every Universe are to be selected and will be Inserted into as many zany situations as we can put them in! They will have to fight their way out or face Elimination!" An amorphous blob made out of starlight shouted, at the top of his lungs out of what felt like a loudspeaker in a slimy used-car salesman like tone. Except it seemed to cover everywhere, not coming from any one direction.

He, At least I think it's a he, then continues.

"That's right, Your universe will be erased if you do not Succeed! Every Success gives your Universe 1 more year to exist! isn't that wonderful?!"

A chill goes down my spine.

"Now, let's select those champions." A massive wheel with tiny scribbles on each slot.

"Each of these wheels will select a category of people we will then select a slightly smaller wheel to select the Champion!" The monster grins evilly, because this thing just admitted to erasing universes and is therefore evil as fuck and is clearly a monster.

He then spins a wheel. "for the first universe!" The wheel spins at what can only be relativistic speeds exceeding the speed of light because that's clearly a star in the background.

it then snaps to a stop causing a shock wave, to be felt across the world, and what's probably the universe, or multiverse or whatever scale we're working on I would have been bowled over if I wasn't being held in place by an unknown force.

the screen zooms in, and zooms in far, as the small scribble is enlarged to say

"Mortal Dimension."

A the wheel is then moved out of the way and then another wheel takes it's place just as fast.

The eldritch horror, then spins the next wheel.

it snaps to a close, and then it zooms in to say,

"Relatively small galactic super-cluster" as another shock wave is emanated across the the massive amount of space that this is clearly being displayed.

another massive wheel. another spin, another shockwave.

"Milky way Galaxy."

A chill goes down my spine.

another wheel, with 4 planets listed.

"Planet Earth, Planet Yoha, Planet grAnu, Planet agutha'og."

another spin. no shock wave, the wheel is really small this time.

of course it hits earth because we humans have the shittiest luck.

And then we get another Wheel.

"Fun fact," The monster speaks out, "This planet has over 7.7 billion people on it! talk about under-Population! HA and these idiots used fossil fuels! As a gift, if the being selected survives the first challenge, we will GIVE you a power source that wont kill you, and clean up your planets environment along with replanting as many trees as necessary to keep you from destroying yourselves! Nobody said I was entirely without kindness!"

He then spun the massive wheel. 7.7 billion names, all of them being spun around in a circle of death, I'm certain that anyone picked is the unluckiest bastard in the-

I barely notice the shock wave as it lands on my name.

"William Fieldstone is our first contestant."

I hear my mother scream from beside me as I am Dragged through a portal

I find myself sat in a chair in a white room with no exits, no windows and no doors, In front of me is an image of myself. on a screen.

I approach it on the bottom is a group of stats.

You have 24 hours to choose your enhancements.

[Body Cultivation. 0.1]

[Spiritual Cultivation. 0.0]

[Mental Power. 1.3]

[Soul Power 1.5]

[Talent: 29.9]

[Bloodline: Dormant Cosmic Demigod]

As a fan of cultivation novels, I know what I need at least. I see i have 100 points

with a 500 point first contestant bonus.

I even get a 1500 point Definitely Not Prepared Bonus.

Time to abuse this. just as soon as I stop freaking out.

I'm having a panic attack.

I'm freaking out.

I can't breathe.

But then all of a sudden an unnatural calm comes over me.

"100 points have automatically been deducted for the ability: [Absolute calm under absolute pressure.] We don't want our first contestant to just die of a heart attack, now do we?" comes from a synthetic voice above me.

I take a deep breath and focus.

"Who, or what are you?"