Hey guys, welcome to my first fic! Before we begin, I want to tell you a bit about myself, and this fic, so brace yourselves!

First off, my name is Charles, so please call me that! If I had to describe myself, it would be "weird" and "interesting". I'm sure you all can probably guess from the way I write what my interests are, so I won't say too much about myself, but I will tell you a few things. First of all, I like to read. Because of that, I wanted to write. Because of that, I want to be an author - though I'm just a bad writer, it doesn't matter if I have fun writing, right? Any who, that's as much as I will say for now.

Now, the story. It's a bit weird, so please give it a chance! It started off as a [The Gamer] fic, but then I decided it was a bit too complicated, so I made it like that, but weaker, shall we say? But it was still a bit complicated, so I came to what I have going on right now, which you'll find out if you decide to read this!

Now that we've got that out of the way, PLEASE tell me if I made a mistake! I want ALL of the opinions! The good, the bad, and the whatever! I'd like you to point out mistakes I make, so that I may fix it in the future. I mean, it wouldn't do for me to not get any better as time goes on, right? So please help me out, adorable readers! Thank you.

Is that all I wanted to say? ...Mhm, yeah, sure. Specifics of the fic, right? It will be using elements of many different anime and games, but mostly anime since I hardly play games anymore. I also have a bad memory, so... In any case, tips and suggestions would be nice! But, with this out of the way, let us get started! ...Right after I cut my nails, since this is getting a bit annoying typing... Ah, that's much better. Now, parts of this has already been thought out, so I just have to take pen to paper, and by that, I mean finger to keyboard, and write, type, this bloody story! Now, this won't be like, "all of these heroes from anime and games will be brought together in one world" it would be something more like "this one guy can gain powers from other worlds and can go to other worlds" type thing. Of course, I won't make him OP, no matter how tempted I may be, as Overpowered characters can be incredibly boring if they're down wrong. Something like One Punch Man is nice, but something like... say... IDK. A character from fanfiction net can kinda be stupid if they're OP. Anyway, I think I've wasted enough of our time. I'm sure you can figure out the specifics from reading, so let's get this show on the road!

Prologue: Naught but a God

In a place unknown to most of the world, underneath the ground, in a secret laboratory, was a boy. He was brought in young, taken from his family. He struggled and fought, but it was in vain. The adults were too strong for him, and he was quickly, and forcefully, hooked up to a machine he knew naught of. Straps were tied around his hands and ankles, binding him down to the table he lay on, and a strange helmet was placed over his head, to the point where he couldn't even see. Either the helmet was too big, or it was made so that his vision would be restricted. He had no idea what was going on, or what the strange beeping sounds were. All he knew, was that it was something bad. A feeling in the gut, as if it was recoiling in fear. Such that he felt as if he would throw up his lunch.

The boy was scared. Tears filled his eyes and threatened to spill, and that which they did, when a needle was stuck into his blue vein on his right arm. He screamed from the pain. He could feel blood spilling out of the small pinprick - or perhaps was it from the shot? He had no idea. All he knew, was that he was in trouble. He screamed for as long as he could, but his voice soon grew to be hoarse. His mind started to numb, and his body felt cold. He could hardly move anymore. He didn't even struggle against the straps he was tied to. His eyelids felt heavy, and he closed them, as if to sleep. His breathing mellowed out, and fell into a gentle rhythm.

And that, was the last time he was awake in this cruel world of his.

The facility didn't have a name. It only had its purpose, which was to awaken the full power of humans. It was thought that humans could only bring out a certain percent of their power, however, these scientists wished to bring it all out. They wanted to see what the strongest human-being was like. And so, they took in children. Orphans, or perhaps bought from parents in need of money. The reasons did not matter; what did, was that they "captured" children, and experimented on them. Inserting a specific drug into their body, they kept them asleep. They hooked them to a machine, that would show them simulations. These simulations could range from a number of things, from showing the children a good life, and then slowly taking everything from them. Putting them in a life-or-death situation. Or even by giving them various "powers". Anything the scientists could think of, they used. They kept the children on a "schedule" through deciding what events will transpire for them in their simulations, from day-to-day situations. It would be a perfectly controlled environment, if not for the children acting this way or that. Every event other than what they did was done before hand, as if they were playing a game that was neither good nor fun.

For one boy, he was given a nice life. He had friends, family, and everything he could ever hope for. Like many other children, he had each thing taken away, slowly, but surely, through various happenings that were much worse than last time. He was put into situations where he had to kill to survive. He was forced to take on a life of pain, of darkness and despair. This boy had miraculously survived everything that was thrown his way. Though his personality was twisted all that which way, he had managed through each simulation, unaware of how fake they were. He believed them to be real, as all the children did. He struggled and he fought, he killed and he survived.

He was designated the name "Emile". A surname meant nothing to the scientists, and as such, they only called him by this name. Of course, he had a surname within the simulation, and within real life, but the scientists did not care. Why would they? All they wanted were the results; the data brought on by their experiments. Nothing else.

The boy stayed like this, living multiple lives within the simulation, growing older and older within real life. Until he was nineteen, this was what his life was.

But it was then, that a new scientist was brought in. Known to be brilliant, she was a kind woman who had a family of her own. She was brought in to help, as many other scientists were before her. Her skills lied in psychology and the such, and her skills would be used to create more draining simulations that would draw out the hidden power of the test subjects.

They believed that by forcing the children to go through certain situations, they would draw out more of their locked-away power. Perhaps they were right, but perhaps they were wrong, but this is what they did and this is what they believed.

This woman took one look at all of this, and felt sick to her stomach. In this day and age, scientists were all about results, caring not for what happens to get there. Perhaps it was because of all the wars being fought, but they wanted to create a "super-soldier". Knowing this, the female scientist wormed her way into the institution, as far as she could. After a few years of working there, she had finally done it. She had managed to hack into the system. Her plan was to somehow free the children and to bring in the government to stop this operation. But what she didn't know, was that the government supported this.

After learning of this, she tried one last ditch effort before she would be caught, and possibly killed. Even as the guards broke down the door of the room she sealed herself in and aimed their guns at her, she pressed a button. It was an unsuspecting button, one used in nearly every situation. A simple button, that basically translated to 'yes'.

This button was what caused the explosion.

"Would you like to activate the self-detonation system?"

The computer had said, on its monitor.

"Yes" and "No" was written on the screen in a box underneath this question. "Yes" was already highlighted, so the woman, pressed "enter".

Then, her back was riddled with bullets.

However, even as she died, she managed to die with a smile. Though she was forced to kill the children through this explosion, it would lead to the facility being destroyed. The scientists would be killed, and the government would lose so much of their money and time spent on this, that they would most likely not attempt this project again.

Though she didn't know that there were other similar operations like this over the globe, she died with a happy ignorance. The self-detonation system was unable to be stopped - she had set the timer far too low for any of the scientists to hack into the system, and try to stop it.

It was five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three.

Two.

One.

And then everything had hit the fan. Flames erupted, explosions were heard, and everything went to shit. There were no survivors.

However, this explosion triggered something else. Something unimaginable. How it was triggered, nobody would ever know, as there would be no evidence to even suspect it had happened. However, if one were to look at this situation, they would still be unable to wrap their heads around it. Not even a God could figure out how it came to be.

In a certain room, a wormhole was formed. To a certain boy, this wormhole swallowed him. And to a certain God, a brilliant plan was formed for revenge.

Naught but a God could even comprehend this situation, but even They would have no idea how it had started. Perhaps it was the "power" of the boy. Perhaps it was simply something as if the planets had aligned. Or maybe, it was just a fluke; an accident. An incident that could only be said to be an accident that would lead to something much greater than a simple "accident".

However, what is true, was that the boy had met a certain God. The two had met, and the boy lived once more.