SG here, this is my first story and English isn't my first or even my second language, as such sorry for any misspellings and grammar error.
Furthermore I would like to say, that I don't owe any content form Naruto or any other world I may use as reference. I only owe my main OC and any other OC I may create.
So now have fun with my story.

Chapter 1: The Void

I found myself in a black room devoid of all colors, sounds, smells and feelings. The only thing that was there in the room beside me was one floating window, transparent, white in color and with letters in deep blue.

[Congratulation you died!] is written at the top with bold letters.

[But don't fear mortal. You was chosen as one of the 152 163 candidates for the position as our avatar. The only thing you have to do to win, is to stay alive. Survive!]

Now many would believe that I had to fight to survive, but the true isn't so entertaining. You see, the thing that happened next was that the window changed to a new one. This time the only thing that was written in it was a number. [23 760 000]

After that nothing happened. No monster, no other "candidate", no change to the number. I waited for an hour like that in anticipation that something should happen, but after so long, I began to ting how I come here and if I truly died, how did I died.

The only thing I could came up with is that I died by a book, or books. You see I work as a Liberian and it would be not the first time that a bookshelf dropped on my head. Most of the time it was only painful but maybe I didn't hat that mach luck this time.

Now with my more than possible death in mind I began to think about my live. I, John Doe was born on 16 Mai 1994 as the only child of loving parents – and no the name is real, my dad's family were the Doe's and my mother thought it was a good idea to call me John, so yea John Doe was born.

I lived a nice live to the age of 22 – maybe a little short – and studied programming. At the moment I worked at a Public Library. I worked there already nearly 4 years, in this time my job was it to check the books of damage and place them on the right place.

Many would say that it is boring and unpleasant, but the true is that I only worked something like 2 hours a day. Yes I had to be 8 hours in the Library, but most of the time I had nothing to do, as such I was allowed to do was I wanted. Most of the time I read, either something form the Library or form Internet.

Back from my thoughts I looked at the window and saw that the number changed to [23 759 997]. That was strange, because I don't believe I was so long in my thoughts and the number decreased by 3. I truly had no idea what caused the change.

Nothing better to do other than to wait, I sat dawn to meditate or I tried, because only now did I notice that I didn't have a body. Neither did I blink once since I came here.

But that didn't changed mach, I tried anyhow.

Meditating is something I have taught myself with the help of a book. I began with the heart, tried to feel it, the pumping of the blood. It was harden then normally, but after a while I could file it, the engine of the human body, the heart pumping the live blood.

I followed the blood to the lungs, breathe in ... breathe out. Now with the oxygen infused blood to the brain. The brain then sends signals to the rest of the body, and the blood floods the entire body.

The heart beads, the blood flows, the lungs breathe in and out, the brain sends signals, the muscle twitch. Slowly my body appear before my inner eye. And before I know, I lose myself in the cycle. Only after hundreds of cycles, after I felt every bone, every muscle and ever cell in my body did I came out of it.

When I came out of my meditation I noticed that the window disappeared. At least that was my first thought, only a little later did I notice that I had my eyes closed, the eyes that someone who didn't had a body shouldn't have. Only after opening them did I see the window before me and noticed the two biggest changes.

The number decreased again, but this time by 37 and stands now at [23 759 960], but by fare more important was that I had a body, my body. I stood at 178cm, with a few well used muscles, so I wasn't too slim or fat.

My next taught confused me a little. I looked at my hand and could name every bone and muscle in it. I may know a little bit more about the bones and muscles of a human then any random guy on the street, but I could never name all the small bones and muscles in the hand.

And for these who ask why I should know more than any random guy on the street about bones and muscles, to these I can only say that it is truly fascinating what one may read if he is bored and has an near infinity quantity of reading material.

But back on track, after thinking a little bit more about why I know the structure of a hand, I realized that I don't only know the structure of the hand but the entire body.

Thinking further I came to the realization that this all information comes from a
medical book I once read.

And this was not the only knowledge I held now. I could now remember every book I ever read to the word. And not only that I could remember everything, everything I have ever seen, felt, heard, or even smelled.

Slowly a smirk formed on my face, I had to survive something, and the only thing I have is a number that is most probably a cooldown for something, be it the time I have to survive or the time until the thing happens that I have to survive. But it doesn't matter, the only thing I have to fear now is boredom and I shell fight against it like I always do, by reading a book.

Maybe you were wondering why I said that I will read a book when I could remember every book I ever read to the word. The reason is that this goes only for the books I read, and not the books I only skimmed through. And forged not what my job was for the last 4 years. In 4 years I had every book we had in the Library at least once in my hands and skimmed through it to check for damage.

Now every book is something like a picture in my mind. It's a little hard to describe, thing about the difference of a text file and a picture file on a computer. You can select and edit the text in a text file but if the picture is of a text you can't do much with it other than to read it.

And this is what I was going to do now. I closed my eyes again and thought about where I should begin to read. I mean the library was big – the biggest in the town I lived- as such it had many books on many subjects. I didn't need long to came up with what I need. I may now remember everything, but it isn't sorted.

As such my first reading subject was about the mind, how to memories something efficient, haw to sort ones memories and even haw to change them and more.

After I was fished with the subject I had my own mindscape. As the background I chose the library that I worked at, simple because I could let the books lie where they lied.

Any room that wasn't used was erased, and the shelves where made higher – I didn't need to reach them I could simple think about placing them and they were placed where I wanted. The wood was changed to a darker variation without any markings. The floor was changed to a black and white chess pattern and the lamps to glowing balls of light.

Now sitting in an armchair I chose a book without reason and began to read. My target was to read every book in my library.

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**Clap** As I closed the last book that my library had I thought about what I learned. Many different languages, regrettable most of them only haw to read and write – had not enough listening material -, all sciences, with all theories that were ever written in a book – or at least any of my books -, many martial arts and many more.

The most interesting was one of the last bookshelves. That bookshelf held my live.

27 x 7 = 189 books. My entire live was "written" in 189 books. A few may believe that are too many books for a live, but understand that this is no biography, but my entire live, every second, every thought, every sight, every sound, every smell, simple everything of my past live.

I say past because the last sentence of the last book is "John Doe died in 26 March 2017". There is no entry after that. I don't know how I should feel about that. My entire live in only 189 books, but for 22 years it may not be so little? Gahh I shouldn't think about it. This is the past and the past has to be left alone.

I should better look at the number, I hope it moved at all, because even if I have read all the books in my library, with the help of never forgetting anything ever again my reading speed is now 5 times faster than in the past and my reading speed was already pretty fast.

As I was opening my eyes something strange happened, I opened my eyes but I still had the filing of the last book in my hands and before my eyes was the library that should have been in my mindscape. The window with the number still was where it should be.

[23 534 657] only decreased by 225 303. Fuck, it may be a little harder to survive the boredom then I thought. I have read a few million books and have still to do something that has to take 105 times as long.

But most former what the fuck happened to the void. It is now a mirror of the library in my mindscape. Is the void my mindscape or something my abductor made? How much control do I have over the void?

I concentrate and imagine a sword in my hand. Why a sword you may ask, but the last book I read was about how to handle a sword, as such I thought it was a good item to try. And as I had predicted, a sword materialized itself in my hand.

It was a long sword, a 23 cm grip and a 107 cm long double edged blade. Nothing fancy simple gray metal without any decoration. But one thing was wrong, the weight was wrong. It was too light, didn't weight anything at all.

I concentrated again and destroyed the sword. After that I began to think about how a sword is forged. The material, the head of the forge, the swinging hammer. I go thrower every process in my mind. After sharpening the blades for the last time in my mind, I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sword I just made in my mind.

The sword was still 130 cm long and gray in color, but this time it had weight and even more interesting, it had sharp edges. The sword before had edges but they weren't really sharp. The new sword had edges that were newly sharpened

After understanding that there wasn't any true difference between the void and my mindscape – other than the window with the number – I began to experiment with the void and my powers. I could do anything here. I could create everything – even human, but this had no mind of them self as such they were more like NPC. I could erase everything I created – could do nothing other than move the timer (window).

But I again bumped in a problem, you see I could do everything I could thing about, even something that should be impossible, like lifting a bolder that weights tons or moving with a grace that I never had and should normally take years to develop.

And so I thought about the next thing I had to crate, laws. I wanted to learn martial arts and that would be impossible if I can do them simple by thinking about them. Many would now wonder why I want or have to learn them if I can do them already and it's true I can do them already, in a place where I'm god.

I don't believe that I will stay here for eternity. After the timer has run out I may get kicked out of here and I want to still be able to do them. As such I had to learn them under an environment with laws that I don't control, at least not subconsciously.

As such I began to write the laws of my void world. I wrote down every law of nature that humanity has ever written down in a book that I labelled "Playground". I know a shitty name but this was what it was all about. The void would be my new playground and the book shall hold the laws that govern it.

As I was writing about the law that would control the growth of muscle, I began to think why I should do such a thing. I mean if I get out of here I will either a new body, the body that I do have in here, or my old one that I had before I came here, but because the old body is death I would believe I get either the body I have in here or a new one all together.

So instead of making a law that would allow me to growth my muscle, I decided to create myself a better body, one without errors from time long past, one that shows the full potency of a human body.

I used my old body as a starting point and began by deleting any old wounds and scars I had, cleaned my body in general, increased the density to elasticity of my bones and muscle to the highest human possible and corrected my eyesight. I too deleted all body hair other then on the head, simple because I don't really like them. My skin got brighter, not the white bright but a healthy bright.

The last thing I had to do is to choose the hair and eye color. My old body had dark brown hair and green brown eyes, not something I did want to keep –not that it looked bad or something, I simple wanted something new. After thinking for a long time I choose soft silver as my hair color that in the sun would have a soft hint of blue in it.

The eyes were silver with a black rim, to differ it form the Sclera.

After finishing the body I slowly opened the eyes. My eyesight was sharper than ever – I didn't wear glasses because the error was little, but there still was one. The weight of the body didn't change match, but that is understandable. The denser bones and muscles make the body weight more than the old one, but the muscles are stronger, even if the appearance of them didn't change match.

I closed my eyes again and finished "Playground". The biggest problem was to make it so that there were no holes. A not set law wouldn't be such a bit problem, but a not defined could destroy everything. The ones not set would be set either by me subconsciously or by the void.

After checking everything for a last time I pressed the play button under the title. It took me a second, but I felt a change. The air moved. Where there was no movement at all, the wind moved. The next thing that noticeable changed was that my lungs picked more oxygen form the air. My new lungs were already improved to take in more oxygen then normally, but the air that the lungs felt was created based on memory of what air felt like. Now there was real air around me and I increased the oxygen content of the air to one that is only found in dense forests.

Breathing in and out a few more times I opened my eyes to see darkness. The light bolls that I used as light source disappeared. That was good, it means that the laws are in force and that the void isn't a mirror of my mindscape anymore – my mindscape still has the light bolls.

Placing light panels as the new light source – powered by batteries that I could change with a thought – I processed with doing what I wanted from the beginning on, learning martial arts. Now that I didn't have god like control over the void - I couldn't make something subconsciously anymore, but still had actively the control over everything – and had a body that has the best foundation ever seen, I could begin to learn hand to hand combat by doing katas, without making them perfect after the first try.

But before that I looked at the timer to see how match it moved.

[21 235 359] What the fuck it didn't take so long to do this did it?

After cursing a few more times about the unfairness of the timer – as if writing a book and making a new body took more time then to read millions of books – I processed with my plans to learn every martial art I had knowledge of.

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It didn't take long to notice a few things. While my body was improved it still tired with time – this is something good, because it means the laws are working right and I can learn to work with different levels of tiredness – but my improved body doesn't need long to be back at top form.

My mind on the other hand never tires, as such I didn't need to sleep, only a little meditation every few hours, not that I know how long passes – I tried to make ones a watch but even with all the laws I have made, it simple didn't work.

It not only, didn't tires. I didn't even get bored of learning one martial arts style after the other. I learned every martial arts style there was in my library, I can now fight with every weapon even guns.

Meditating has helped a lot too. I can now process 3 thoughts at the same time. Most of the time one of them sits in my mindscape and sorts my thoughts and knowledge, one is my enemy who has the same knowledge as I and as such is a good training's partner – we know how it should be made but the body doesn't do always what it has to do – and the last is me who controls the body.

I now have every martial arts to muscle memory, or more precise I have my martial art as muscle memory – there are so many martial arts that many of the moves in them don't go good together, because of that the one me who is in the mindscape has created one martial art that can be used with every weapon und has literally no holes in it, at least against human.

And now it is time to look at the timer – I didn't look at it since I started to train.

[2 871 164] ok that isn't bad only 2 871 164 something longer. I still don't know if this is hours, days, weeks, months, or even years. I heave completely lost my sense of time.

I mean, I have learned all martial arts that were ever made public, have even created my own and it didn't feel that long, a year maybe but not 20 million years. And I still have time as such I will make the next thing on the list that the me in the mindscape made. To learn how to craft, be it smithing, tailoring, cooking or any other that is to be found in a book.

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It didn't take so long before I had mastered every craft that uses hand with little tolls. Smithing and tailoring where my favorite. With tailoring I could make myself every clothes I ever wanted and with smithing I could make myself cool weapons. At the moment I wear Assassins like clothes in mostly with a little bit blue, yellow and black for accent.

As weapon I am wearing a hidden blade on both arms - how could it be any different – and as a primary weapon I have a Kampilan. For these who don't know what this is, it is a sword that was used in the Philippines archipelago and it is said it can behead two people at the same time if used right.

Furthermore I have a few dozen senbon on my body, two crossed daggers at my lower back and many little things in my pockets. I chose senbon as my ranged weapon, because combined with my medical knowledge I can do many different things to a body.

And the reason I use cold weapon over warm weapon is simple because I have an affinity to them. When I touch a cold weapon, I feel them as an extension of my body and I don't feel the same about warm weapons – even if I still can use them.

The timer is nearing its end [27]. Soon I will know if I had to survive the boredom of time or if the thing that I had to survive is before me. Whatever comes I'm prepared. I have reached a level I could never dream of reaching in my past live – even if I can't call this a live.

I began to think about the first window that was shown; I was chosen as a candidate after my death to be the avatar of some beings. There were 152 163 candidates at the beginning and to tell the true I have no idea how one could die here. I mean with my perfect memory I remember every thought I have had in the time I was here and even with that, it doesn't fell longer then maybe a year since I came in here.

As I go over all my memories, all my knowledge and all my masteries with three thoughts at the same time I hear the first foreign sound since a long time ago **bing** [0].