Chapter#2 I was pooped....

When I woke up, I couldn't see nor hear or even feel anything. The sensory deprivation was not that bad to be honest. But after some time it started getting on my nerves and little by little I started to get afraid that I will always stay like this with no further stimulus for eternity.

I started to move my body and I could feel my appendages move but no feeling of air and I could feel that when my hand or legs are supposed to touch each other, they just phase through each other.

When I started assessing my situation, I remembered something I heard before my 'presumed' death.

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So.... It turns out I was killed by a truck. Now, I wouldn't say I am no fan of reincarnation stories but still lets face reality. And shouldn't there be heaven or hell or something.

The sensory deprivation was bad enough that I wanted to feel pain than stay like that moreover, the crushing realization of loneliness that I would probably never see a face, or anything for that matter, again nor hear or feel anything or anyone.

To ignore this I started thinking about what would happen to me if there was 'the judgment' that I so profusely believed in. I hadn't been the best of son or sibling for that matter furthermore, though I was kind and did donate some of my pocket money to homeless people but it wouldn't necessarily cover up all the other bad things I've done.

While I was in my thoughts I suddenly felt something though not anything good but pain... It was like that small stub of skin at the corner of fingernail you pull but it takes too much of the skin off... yeah, like that kind of pain but all over my body though weirdly enough there was no extra pain or any pain for that matter at my *ahem* private *ahem* parts.

When this was all happening, there was a tunnel of light and I was traveling through it more like sucked into it. When I was spat out of the hole I got ahold of myself

and saw my appearance.

It was shocking and entrancing, to say the least. I was a blob of mist with so many colors ... so many that I felt like there were some I haven't even seen. There were no arms, no legs... nothing.

When I tried to move my non-existent limbs, I could feel them moving but no reaction. I figured that it was probably that phantom pain thing or some stuff.

When I tried to move, I could feel that I was moving but nothing was there to mark my distance and I didn't even know my own misty dimensions as there wasn't a reference to go by.

Since this was getting boring, I tried the most entertaining thing I could. And that was to just stare at myself. The moving colors were just so entrancing and I loved to see it so much. 'I must be becoming a narcissist' I thought.

???: "It's beautiful isn't it child?"

I heard from a figure that appeared out of nowhere turning to a silhouette of a man then a child then a woman...though his? voice remained melodious and androgynous sounding like a sweet and soothing whistle.

"um...Hello? Are you stuck here too?" I asked while putting on a friendly face though I had none.

???: "No child, I came here for you."

"But I just got here. And who are you?" I replied.

???: "You did not just get here, your soul just got recycled and you were pooped out from the beast's belly. As for your question, I am Chorono-Anima. Avatar of time and manager of souls."

"Excuse me??... my soul got recycled so that means I really did die but what do you mean by pooped out?"I replied, clearly startled.

Anima: "You see... every century there is a single soul, mostly from humans, that goes against it's written fate. This is a show of extreme luck or will power or sometimes both. This century, 21st century A.D as you call it, it was you.

You were supposed to die after your birth as most 6-month babies don't survive but lo and behold you lived and thus changed the future."

I was surprised that the time I spent was all borrowed time and that there was some written fate that everyone needs to follow or unknowingly follows.

Anima: "It wasn't borrowed time and yes .....I can read your mind even if I don't want to. Now as I was saying in

this century it was you and in the last one it was Hitler, he was supposed to go into depression and commit suicide after being rejected from his college. The souls that resist fate Get two wishes each and another chance to live. And I am here to facilitate that."

'So Hitler is a reincarnator... I hope I don't meet him though' I thought

"Is it because of the truck?" I asked Anima.

"I will neither confirm nor deny it." Anima replies while looking elsewhere

"Okay Okay... wishes was it? Do I get privileges due to truck-kun?" I asked

Anima: "*sigh* You do... One more wish"

"Then I want a multiverse travel tool or something similar if the fictional worlds exist"

Anima: "They exist...but the tool will be like a random pick so u cant select where to go and there is a drawback that u need to be born in the universe you travel to everytime ."

"I also want a personal universe with multiple habitable planets filled with all types of energies"

Anima: "You are not a MANAGER or AVATAR of a concept like me so your soul cannot manage to bear the burden of a whole universe bound to it though I can make a really huge habitable planet with all kinds of plants and soil but no animals. You have to collect them yourself. About the energies....You have to give the core a sample of energy and it will start producing it and you don't have to worry about the capacity of energy either as the energy will be concentrated enough to be found in liquid form in a few centuries. The energy can be upgraded too. Moreover only those who you allow can go there."

"Hmm..... about the last wish as 50-100 times higher Nephilim healing rate and make it adjustable"

Anima: "I'm surprised you didn't go for an OP wish again..."

"Make so it's transferable by spending a little bit of any type of energy"

Anima: "It's pushing the borders but if it is only 100x then I can do it"

"So can u tweak the randomizer so I can choose who I am born as .... please? "

Anima: "Those are extra favors you know...But since it is not that hard so it can be done. Wishes are done... Now, let us decide your first world"

"How about harry potter as Lucius Malfoy's son?"

Anima: "It could be done."

Chrono-Anima waves and well .....I disappear.

'That child has quite a good affinity with primal chaos I wonder how he will affect the multiverse.....'