Prologue

Within the deep expanse of the void, a flickering round orb of light could be seen floating in the deep darkness.

The orb flickered like a gentle flame, illuminating the darkness that tried to devour it and persisted despite the dark storm.

"Uggh. Where am I?" After god knows how long, a deep voice reverberated from the orb, like that of a man accompanied by a groan.

"Where is this?" The voice sounded out once more, but the chaotic void was completely silent, devoid of life, and no one to answer him.

"What happened to me?" The voice spoke once more, after which a pin drop silence reigned for a moment.

"D-did I die?" The voice spoke once more, however this time, with less tenacity and volume, trying to make sense of the current circumstance.

"In the end, all that hard work- all for me just to lose my life to a bunch of bank robbers." The voice spoke once more, this time, tinged with sorrow and regret.

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Emory Richards, was raised by an orphanage in London. When he was 12 years old, the orphanage was closed down by the government, due to abusive acts by the matrons and nuns who took care of the children.

The government had offered to send them to other orphanages, but Emory refused and was left to wander the streets of Luton by himself.

After a few weeks, he resorted to stealing and all sorts of crimes just to earn a few pounds for his daily bread.

However, a year later, he stumbled upon a fighting gym, where he decided to get the shit beaten out of him in order to earn money.

There, he learnt how to fight, and this began his career as a mixed martial artist. Training and training and training till he collapsed, he swore to himself, to be the absolute best.

He learnt many forms of martial arts; Kickboxing, Capoeira, Jujutsu, Jeet kune Do, taekwondo and many more.

He trained day and night, and was basically secluded from the outside world.

While teenagers his age were in high school studying and having a good time with their friends, he locked himself up in the gym and kept punching and kicking till his knuckles were sore and his feet bleed.

He wasn't training because he loved, nor because it was his passion, but rather, it was for the money. Poverty was unpleasant situation to find yourself in, and he promised himself to never go back to the streets.

After countless fights, broken bones and injuries, he was contracted by the UFC, and soon went on to become the youngest lightweight in history.

However, in a twist of fate, one day, he decided to go to the mall, to get himself a couple of nice clothes and shoes, after all the least he deserved for all of his hard work was some to look good.

Unable to escape the shackles of destiny, the mall was robbed a few minutes after he had entered, and in an attempt to save a little girl from being raped by the thieves, he was brutally murdered, with multiple bullets ripping through his heart and lungs.

No matter how hard and strong his fists were, they could never block a bullet, just like how an ordinary man was inconsequential in grand scheme of destiny and fate.

He went down as one of the greatest fighters to ever step in any ring, cementing his legacy, a legacy he would never be able to enjoy.

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"What a tragic story." Suddenly, within the deep voice, a chuckled rung out, and an old man dressed like a Chinese hermit, with a figure as large as the universe itself appeared.

Immediately the flickering orb of light, was transformed into the figure of a young naked man, who levitated before the old man.

"Are you a God?" Emory after a few moments opened his eyes and looked upon the divine figure before him in awe.

"Yes I am." The old man responded with a calm smile, the light of goodness illuminating the entire expanse of the void.

"If you are real? Why did I have to suffer? Why does anyone have to suffer?" He spoke as he glared at the old man, as tears began streaming down his face. All those hellish days and nights of smashing his fists and heels against rocks and trees, al those days of fighting with the dogs for food, and getting wet in the rain due to having no shelter; it all came crashing down.

"Suffering And happiness are like two sides of a coin. To be able to truly experience one of them, you'll have to experience its counterpart first." The old man spoke, which made absolutely no sense to Emory.

"Destiny and Fate are concepts of the universe, that have been assigned the role of maintaining the balance between happiness and suffering, and to regulate life in the universe itself.

You can blame your suffering on those two concepts, however you could also say that it was due to destiny or better still fate that you and I could meet like this, the first interaction between the creator and his creation since the dawn of time." The old man spoke, as Emory wiped his tears with his palms and furrowed his brows.

"As such, Emory Richards, since your fate has brought you to me, I will give you an opportunity like no other." The old man waved his hand, and a roulette appeared.

Emory might have been secluded from the outside world physically, but at least during his years of blood and sweat, he had companions to keep him company; anime and novels.

"Now spin the roulette. You have 2 chances; you can spin to choose a new world to go to, and spin agin to choose appearance and abilities." The old man said, as Emory stepped forward in the void a bit dumbfounded.

He knew exactly what was going to happen once he spun the roulette- he would most likely get isekaie'd into another world.

Taking a deep breath, he spun the roulette with all of his strength, as he clenched his fists and held his breath.

Dragon ball universe, Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, Marvel Cinematic Universe, DC; he saw everything, however, fortunately and unfortunately, the pointer if the roulette landed on the Chainsaw man universe. He had never really paid much attention to the anime, but at least it was better than nothing.

Taking another deep breath, he spun the roulette once more, as he saw the names and appearances of multiple characters. Goku, Vegeta, Madara Uchiha and many more.

However the pointer landed on the image of a silver haired man with beautiful ocean blue gem like eyes that shone like stars.

Immediately, Emory took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You have chosen young one. I wish you happiness and contentment in a world out of the reach of destiny and fate themselves. I wish you all the best." The old man smiled and waved his hand, as a portal immediately swallowed Emory's body in an instant.