reincarnation

Author's note

So I Just started rewatching bobobo-bo-bo-bobo and decided to see if there were any fanfics on here using his character in any form.

Disappointingly enough, I couldn't find any so I decided to contribute to the website by writing my own.

In regards to the plethora of books I've begun and haven't finished… they will continue at some point. This I can assure you.

Now enough rambling and let's get into the content.

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Mc's pov

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Waking up in a void is always how I envisioned my death going.

I expected to meet an overpowered being.

I expected some boon or curse depending on my life's effects on the world.

I even expected for the being to appear before me as the person I deemed as a perfect being, ryan renolds.

But I did not expect for my death to be so damn unfortunate.

Let me explain…

"No time for that human," ROB-Ryan said to me. "You were cooking eggs, when a giant horde of monster chickens from hell opened a portal into your kitchen and witnessed you cooking their brethren. They killed you in response and decided to annihilate the human race."

"But how," I asked the rob, "How the hell did monster chickens get out of hell? Why are there monster chickens in hell?"

"Meh," ROB-Ryan said nonchalantly, "it's not as uncommon as you think."

"So your telling me," I began to ask, "there's a plethora of demon chickens running around existence?"

"Okay," ROB-Ryan began to reply, "When you put it like that, Yes"

"Anyway you died before your time and so you will be reincarnated into an alternate universe of your favorite verse, the mcu," Rob-Ryanspoke casually, "and will be given a second chance at life with 1 character template and 2 minor cheats."

"Cool," I began, "Can I..?"

"No you can't chose the template," Rob-Ryan interrupted and continued speaking, "However, you may choose your minor cheats."

"And before you ask," Rob-Ryan continued, "you'll be spinning a wheel for your template."

As he said that, a digital wheel appeared before my eyes. Featuring a nice red button that had the word push on it.

Without any hesitation, I pressed the button and it began spinning.

"You don't have to watch the wheel," Rob-Ryan spoke out, "It'll be spinning for a good 20 minutes."

"In the meantime, let's discuss the rules of your minor cheats, once we're done it should be about ready."

And so for about 20 minutes, Rob-Ryan and I discussed the rules and philosophies of minor cheats, allowing me to formulate a plan regardless of any template I received, though a good template would be a great addition to what I had planned.

"Ah," the rob indicated towards the wheel, "it seems your template results are coming out shortly."

As he spoke, the wheel slowly came to a stop, and to say the results were quite surprising would be an understatement.

"PFFFT," Rob-Ryan began laughing, "That is surely an interesting character to pull from the infinite amount of characters on the wheel."

You see, the results were quite beneficial if you looked at it. Especially the specifics it. Add my minor cheats and you're dealing with a major threat.

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[Character template]

Name: Bobobo-bo-bo-bobobo (Prime)

Description: Bobobo-bo-bo-bobo (prime), is the perfect version of Bobobo-bo-bo-bobo.

He has gained access to all of the fist arts of the Bobobo verse.

Giving him godlike potential if utilized correctly.

Character rating: EX level threat

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"That is…" I said slowly, "surprisingly good. I thought I was going to get a weak character but I got a godlike entity instead."

"Slow down bucko," Rob-Ryan said, "He has godlike potential, he's still the base form of Bobobo, it's up to you to reach his highest potential."

"Wait so you're saying…" I began asking.

"Yes," Rob-Ryan said, "The template is not a lock of powers but a simple guideline on character development. You can choose to go a completely different route and still get stronger, however you would be wasting a good part of your potential."

"Now," Rob-Ryan continued, "Time for your minor cheats. Before we begin, repeat for me the three big no-nos."

"No loopholes that could allow for me to reach a true god's power, no loopholes to bring me to a true demon's level, and nothing angelic in nature at all." I replied.

"Good," Rob-Ryan said, "You may state your cheats."

"Okay," I began excitedly," For my first cheat, I would like to have an infinite storage space that can store anything in it."

"…No," Rob-Ryan said, "Infinity is a godlike concept. Too powerful for a minor cheat. Unless you want to give up your second cheat."

"No thank," I said in reply, "just make it as big as you can."

"I can make it as big as a planet, or I could make it as big as a football field but it grows under certain conditions."

"The second option," I inquired, "How big could it grow?"

"It depends on your efforts," Rob-Ryan replied, "However it caps at small galaxy scales."

"That's enough," I said, "How do I make it grow?"

"Oh nothing too complicated," Rob-Ryan said offhandedly, "You just have to permanently sacrifice a part of your accumulated strength, but don't worry because you can just work hard to regain that strength."

"Well that makes things a little more complicated," I said. "But the tradeoff is rather lucrative so I guess there's nothing I can do."

"I'm glad you accept those terms," Rob-Ryan said, "I don't have time to wait for you to come up with a new wish. They're rebooting Bobobo and I can't wait to watch it. Now on with your second cheat."

"Okay…" I said with some suspicion in my voice, "My second cheat will be a dnd based mutation, with a tweaked function, that allows me to invite people to play a real life version of dnd."

"Explain," Rob-Ryan implored.

"Well," I began ruminating on my idea, "First remove rolls and instead of a personal level cap of 20, make it a class level cap and limit the multiclass to 3 max."

"As for stats," I continued, "remove stat cap soand stat modification per certain class level increase. Instead give 1 stat per level up to the lowest stat."

"Finally, attacks and spells must be learned from trial and error before being able to be cast, in exchange for not having to roll for damage. The effectiveness of the attack or spell is determined by the percentage of the spell that has truly been mastered."I finished, "I would like to operate as the GM."

"Doable," Rob-Ryan said, "But you're only allowed to play with up to 7 people."

"Acceptable," I replied, "I can't see myself surrounding myself around too many heads of hair."

"Yeah…" Rob-Ryan sighed, "That'd be a lot of voices."

"Anyway," Rob-Ryan said while snapping, "Goodbye."

And before I knew it, I was being birthed and slapped on the butt by a doctor.

"WaaAaAaaAAAaaaaaaAAaaa!!!!" I screamed to the world.

But what I really said was, "What the fuck Rob-Ryan!!! Where's my cool entrance to this world!!!!!!"