Chapter 1: Death and reincarnation

My name is Shiva since childhood, I was never good at anything.

No matter how hard I tried, I remained average—just another face in the crowd.

My body was covered in fat, making me an easy target for bullies.

I wasn't strong, I wasn't smart, and I definitely wasn't good at fighting.

School was hell.

I had no friends—only my parents, the only people who truly cared for me.

They always supported me, encouraging me no matter what.

But even their warmth couldn't change the loneliness I felt in this world.

The only escape I had was movies and web series.

They gave me a world where I could be someone else—someone powerful, someone feared.

My favorite character? Ghost Rider.

I used to dream of punishing those bullies, of watching their evil souls burn to ash under the flames of hellfire.

But dreams were just that—dreams.

My reality was nothing like the fantasy worlds I admired.

After completing my studies, I finally found peace.

My parents and I opened a small bakery, and for the first time, I felt content.

Life was simple but fulfilling.

One day, I bought a second-hand car, my first real achievement.

Excited, I decided to take my parents for a drive.

It was supposed to be a happy moment—one of those memories you cherish forever.

But fate had other plans.

While driving, a drunk man suddenly stumbled onto the road.

I swerved hard, trying to avoid him, but the car spun out of control.

CRASH!

We slammed into the back of a construction truck, and before I could even process what happened—

A sharp pain pierced my chest.

I looked down.

An iron rod had gone straight through my body.

I could hear my parents screaming my name.

Their voices were filled with panic, but they grew fainter and fainter—until everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an empty void.

In front of me stood a man dressed in black robes, his expression solemn.

"I am God,"

he said, his voice carrying a strange mix of power and sadness.

I stared at him, my mind still struggling to process everything.

Then, his next words made my blood boil.

"It was my mistake that caused your death."

I clenched my fists.

"What?"

"My... love left me,"

he admitted, looking away in shame.

"I was drunk and accidentally caused that man to fall in front of your car. I take full responsibility, so as compensation, I will grant you three wishes and the chance to reincarnate."

I took a deep breath.

"So, you're telling me... I died because of your heartbreak?"

"Yes," he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt.

For a moment, I wanted to curse him, to scream, to demand justice.

But... would that change anything?

I let out a slow breath.

"Fine,"

I said, my voice cold but controlled.

"Let's get this over with."

God motioned for me to step into a glowing circle.

As I did, a massive wheel appeared before me, spinning rapidly.

I watched as the worlds flashed before my eyes—Marvel, Naruto, Game of Thrones, One Piece...

Finally, the wheel slowed down.

Click. Click. Click.

It landed between two worlds—Twilight and The Originals.

I raised an eyebrow.

"So, where am I going?"

God gave a small smile.

"A fusion of both."

A world of vampires, werewolves, and ancient supernatural wars.

Interesting.

"Now,"

God said,

"tell me your three wishes."

I didn't hesitate.

"For my first wish, I want all the powers of Ghost Rider—without another personality or any chains of servitude."

God nodded.

"Granted."

"For my second wish, I want to master all talents."

God paused.

"That's fine, but you'll have to learn magic on your own. I can't just give you knowledge of spells."

"Fair enough,"

I shrugged.

"For my last wish, I want to look like Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen—while keeping all my memories."

God smiled.

"A solid choice. Done."

With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared behind me.

"Go,"

he said.

"Find happiness in this new life."

As I stepped through, I heard him whisper one last time—

"I hope this life brings you the peace you deserve, my friend."

Then, everything faded to white.

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A New Beginning in New York...

The soft hum of an air conditioner filled the dimly lit apartment, along with the distant sounds of New York traffic.

The scent of leather furniture and expensive cologne lingered in the air.

Shiva opened his eyes.

No. Not Shiva.

He slowly sat up, his muscles feeling powerful yet foreign.

A large mirror stood across the room, and as he moved closer, a pair of striking sky-blue eyes stared back at him.

White hair.

Chiseled jawline.

A body sculpted to perfection.

Jojo smirked.

"Damn. I really am a lady-killer."

He took a moment to adjust.

Lifting a hand, he watched as blue sparks of Hellfire flickered at his fingertips before disappearing.

His new Ghost Rider powers lay dormant within him, but he could feel them—alive, waiting.

His gaze fell on a sleek black laptop resting on the desk. Next to it was a wallet.

Opening it, he found a driver's license and ID card.

Name: Jojo Satoru.

Age: 22.

Occupation: Unemployed.

"Jojo, huh? Fine. Let's roll with it."

Booting up the laptop, he quickly browsed through the internet.

After a few minutes of searching, his suspicions were confirmed.

"There are no famous songs, mangas, or games from my old world."

A blank slate.

He grinned.

"Looks like I just found my golden ticket."

Without wasting time, he ordered high-end computer parts and began constructing his own custom-built system.

Thanks to his mastery of all talents, coding was second nature.

For three straight days, he worked—no sleep, no rest.

His fingers blurred over the keyboard, writing millions of lines of code.

Algorithms, security protocols, advanced neural networks—his masterpiece was coming to life.

Finally, on the fourth day...

Processing data…

Recollecting information…

A smooth, feminine voice echoed through the speakers.

"Hello, sir. I am Sara, your personal AI assistant. Online and ready to assist you with any task."

Jojo leaned back, cracking his neck.

"Perfect."

Jojo: "Sara, run a system check. Let me know if there are any errors."

Sara: "System check complete, sir. All functions are operating at maximum efficiency. I have also gathered global financial data and corporate structures based on the access you provided."

Jojo smirked.

"This AI is beyond anything this world has ever seen."

Jojo: "Good. Now, I want you to establish a company—All Entertainment. Secure a suitable building, and start scouting for talented individuals in music, gaming, and film production."

Sara: "Understood, sir. The company has been registered under your identity. I will begin headhunting immediately and notify you when the facility is operational."

Jojo: "One more thing. I need one million dollars in untraceable cash. Find a source, erase all digital footprints, and transfer it to my new bank account."

Sara: "Processing request. Please wait…"

An Hour Later...

Sara: "The task is complete, sir. One million dollars have been successfully transferred. All traces have been erased."

Jojo chuckled, spinning his chair.

"And just like that… I'm officially rich."

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