Welp, I fixed up the Chapter, that's about it.
Prologue
It was a dark and stormy night...stop me if this sounds familiar.
I was on a plane flying back to good ol' Murica.
Everything was going fine and dandy...until the pilot thought it was a good idea to fly straight through a Category 5 hurricane.
It was a fucking stupid idea, turbulence rocked the plane to and fro, fro and to.
Carelessly shaking the poor unfortunate fools who did wear their God damned seat belts like rag dolls!
As if Zeus himself extended his hand out in friendship and we spat in his mouth.
The wings were breaking falling apart causing one of the engines to blow up.
We were starting to lose altitude.
But considering what our shit for brains pilot tried to pull, this could be considered alti-rude.
And the classy British man sitting next to me named Reginald said. "Well gentlemen, I do believe we're in a spot of bother."
I looked at the man next to me blankly as I sat with my legs crossed in my seat, my android phone in hand on the Youtube app.
"Really? What tipped you off, genius?" I scoffed sarcastically, more than a bit miffed knowing I was going to die.
I sighed as we lost even more altitude and were about to hit ocean fast.
I put my headphones in and tapped a random video on my phone.
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
I facepalmed hard when the song played.
It was at this point I knew, it was Tuesday.
"TUESDAY YOU GOD DAMNED MOTHERFU!-"
BOOM!
My eyes snapped open as sat up suddenly.
I looked at my surroundings only to find almost...nothing.
It was the best way to describe where I was, there was nothing.
It was a grayish white color, I couldn't tell the sky above from the ground I stood on. The ground beneath me showed my reflection and rippled like water whenever I took a step, black orb-like objects rose up from the ground occasionally.
"Where in God's name am I?" I asked myself.
"You rang?" asked an amused, distorted voice behind me.
I quickly turned around to face the being.
I was shocked and understandably pissed at who it was before me.
It was humanoid, it's skin was like ornate armor that opened up, exposing its lower jaw all the way to its chest, revealing the black skeleton underneath that glowed red between the openings in the bone.
This was Chakravartin, The Creator, from the Asura's Wrath video game.
"Interdimensional Christ it just had to be you of all people," I whined. "I would have taken Zelretch or at least Nyarlathotep!"
The Creator tilted his head. "Are you disappointed? Entire worlds have bowed before me."
"Yeah, an entire universe," I said. "Until you got your ass killed by pissing off the person who was supposed to be your heir so greatly that he downright refused to stay dead."
Chakravartin looked at me curiously.
"So you know of Asura." The Spinner of Mantra stated.
"Your universe is a fictional media in mine, a video game called Asura's Wrath, I know everything from Asura being betrayed, to you getting your shit wrecked."
"Ah, video games, quite the amusing creation you humans have made," Chakravartin said wistfully. "Was it a good game?"
"As a game, it was bad, as an anime, I fucking loved it."
Even though he didn't have lips, I could practically make out the satisfied smile on his face.
"So, why am I here Chakravartin? Or better yet, how are you even alive?" I asked.
"The existence of mantra can't be wiped out, it's an omnipresent and permanent force which I created. If a universe rejects me, that in turn, is a rejection to mantra itself, and since mantra is a permanent force in the multiverse and can't be removed no matter how hard one tries, and the mantra, in turn, me, was sent to another universe, taking the mantra with me instead of just being killed."
"So, Asura punched you so damn hard that you exploded into another universe."
"Essentially," The god said. "As to why you're here, I find you interesting young man."
"Do you now?" I said in a condescending tone as I narrowed my eyes at the being before me.
"Yes, you have the potential to grow just as powerful as Asura, maybe even more."
"So?"
"I wish to reincarnate you into my new world, so your potential is not wasted."
"And if I refuse?"
Of course, I would love to be brought back to life, and in a different world too, fucking sign me up! But I was just robbed of my life by some dumb motherfucker who decided it was a good idea to fly into a hurricane, and most likely since this is a different world I'm going to, I'm never going to see my friends and family again.
So, yeah, it left a very, very bitter, hate-filled taste in my mouth.
"I don't think you have a choice in the matter," Chakravartin replied, I could hear the smugness in his voice.
"I reckon I do," I growled out.
"You would do well to not take that tone with me, young man." He said with a dangerous edge to his voice.
"You would do well to not underestimate someone like you did last time."
BGM: Deadman Wonderland OST - DW28A
A gray aura encased the god, it was mantra. My entire being felt as if it were being grounded into a finely powdered dust.
His power is completely overwhelming, I felt as if I was utterly insignificant.
I fell to my knees, struggling to keep my whole body from being pushed to the ground. I know damn well what he's capable of, and this is probably not even close to one percent of true power.
Even still, I glared defiantly at him.
"Such arrogance from a mere human, this certainly will not do," he said in a cold tone.
The Creator's power flared up even more than before, giant gray throwing knives made of pure mantra materialized above him.
Even as the pressure of his power kept increasing, I slowly but surely stood, hunched over slightly, but still on my feet.
I walked towards the god in front of me.
"Arrogance, that's how you see it, huh?" I scoffed through haggard breaths. "Honestly, you're probably right, but I'm just too pissed to care!"
I walked as my bones creaked and my muscles strained. "Well, you're wrong about one thing. I don't think I can beat you, I know for a fact that I can't beat you."
I walked as my vision shook, I couldn't tell if it was the world was shaking, or if it was just me. Each step echoed throughout the gray void.
"One moment is all you need to squash me like a grape." I begrudgingly admitted
I walked even as the sensation of being crushed grew greater.
"But if you think that I will just sit on my ass and take it, you've got another thing coming!" I shouted loudly
With a roar of rage and determination, I reared my fist back and punched Chakravartin right in his face skinning my knuckles.
Obviously, it did nothing, but it felt really good to vent out some of my frustration.
The god took a good long look into my eyes.
"That's what I wanted to hear," The god said relieved, he was practically grinning. "The fire in your eyes, it's the same as Asura's, now I know I've made the right choice."
Chakravartin's aura of mantra dissipated along with the pressure and the throwing knives, he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Relax young man, I mean you no harm, nor am I here to attempt to guide my new world like I have with Gaea. I've simply created it and let it run it's course."
With most of the rage out of my system, I deadpanned. "Yeah, sure buddy."
"As of now things have gotten a little, how should I put it, stale, and I wish to spice things up a bit."
"TGreat," I said unamused. "I'm going to become the sitcom of the Gods!"
"Correct! Again, I wish for you to be able to fully use your potential, whether it be good or bad...just don't destroy the world please."
My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "I can grow strong enough to destroy the planet!?"
"And much, much more, but for now you'll need a new body and name for your reincarnation.
I sighed. "Alright let's get this over with."
The hand he had on my shoulder was engulfed in gray montra and in turn engulfed my body, giving me a tingly feeling as it seeped into my body.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Giving you the gift of montra my child," The Spinner of Monta said. "It'll take a few years for your body to adapt to it and find your affinity, but it's up to you on how to figure out how to use it."
I shook my head in exasperation. "Fair enough."
"Also, you'll be very familiar with the new body you'll be reborn with."
"Let me guess," I had written enough self-insert fics to know where this was going. "I'm being reborn in the body of my OC Jack Gehrman."
He nodded. "You're a sharp young man."
"Of course, mama raised no fool," I said with a smirk, my sass coming back with a vengeance. "So, what now am I just going to replace Asura in your new world or something?"
"You'll find out soon, but for now close your eyes."
I did as he asked, and felt weightlessness wash over me.
"We'll meet again soon," Chakravartin stated. "Forsake your body and your original name and become my son, Jack Gehrman!"
I snorted at being called that. "Whatever you say, you're the worst dad ever."
He chuckled at my response. "You'll be an amazing Campione one day, I just know it."
My brain needed a reboot after I hear the word "Campione".
Oh, fuck!
I'm going into the Campione universe!
It was at this point I knew, IT WAS STILL TUESDAY!
I blacked out after that last thought.
"Godou?" I asked the young man standing next to me as we looked out onto the busy streets of Sardinia.
"Yeah, Jack?" Godou asked.
"Why are in Sardinia again?"
"Because my grandfather asked me to return this table to his friend."
"Oh yeah, fuck Ichirou."
"Hey!"
"What do you mean "Hey!" your grandpa sent us to Sardinia, with no directions as the where this Lucretia Zola chick is."
Godou groaned as he hung his head down.
"Face it, man, we're lost," I said plainly.
"I know," Godou said as he sighed.
Chapter End
