Alright, people, this is my first attempt to make this kind of story so don't expect me to be perfect. You can give me suggestions if you want to in the comments or pm me later. Now let's read.

[Y/N]'s life was, to put it mildly, a complete mess. At 18 years old, he had already given up on the outside world. He was a hikikomori, a shut-in who hadn't left his room for anything other than essential errands in months. His days were a blur of online games, anime marathons, and half-eaten instant ramen cups strewn across his room like some sad urban art installation.

Social life? Nonexistent. Friends? Zero. Ambitions? Practically nil. If there was an award for achieving the least by adulthood, [Y/N] would have won it hands down.

One morning, after a particularly intense all-night gaming session, [Y/N] realized he was out of his beloved spicy miso ramen. Groaning, he threw on a hoodie, shoved his feet into some slippers, and decided to venture out to the convenience store. The mere thought of interacting with other humans made his skin crawl, but hunger was a powerful motivator.

Stepping outside, he squinted at the brightness of the sun. "Ugh, why is it so bright? Do people actually live like this every day?"

As he trudged down the street, head down and hood up, he noticed something unusual. The familiar rumbling sound, like a low growl from a monster in his favorite RPG, filled the air. Looking up, his eyes widened in horror. It was the legendary Truck-kun, barreling down the street with an eerie sense of purpose.

"Oh, come on! This is a joke, right? I'm not even in an isekai story!" [Y/N] exclaimed, panic setting in.

Desperation took over. He wasn't about to let his pathetic life end this way. Not without a fight. He quickly darted to the side, ducking behind a trash can.

"There's no way it can see me here," he muttered. But Truck-kun seemed to have a sixth sense, swerving slightly as if mocking his attempt.

Next, [Y/N] sprinted towards a nearby alleyway. He pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath. "Just go past, just go past..."

A loud honk echoed through the alley, and [Y/N] peeked around the corner. Truck-kun was waiting, like a predator playing with its prey.

"You've got to be kidding me," [Y/N] groaned. He glanced around for more options, his eyes landing on a pile of cardboard boxes. With a sigh of resignation, he dove into them, covering himself as best he could.

For a moment, there was silence. Had he finally outsmarted Truck-kun? The hope was short-lived. With a deafening crash, Truck-kun plowed through the boxes, sending [Y/N] flying into the air like a ragdoll as if hitting bowling pins, managing a strike.

Time seemed to slow as he soared, limbs flailing. "This... is... the... worst... day... ever..." he managed to think between bounces.

In a blinding flash of light and a disorienting whirl of sensations, [Y/N] found himself standing in an expansive, otherworldly space filled with swirling colors and twinkling stars. Before him stood a figure clad in flowing robes, radiating an aura of calm and power.

"Welcome, [Y/N]," the figure intoned, voice echoing with divine resonance. "I am God."

[Y/N] blinked, then scoffed. "Yeah, right. You're probably an alien or some VR simulation. God, seriously?"

The figure sighed, rubbing its temples. "Yes, seriously. I am God. And you, my child, are dead."

[Y/N] crossed his arms, eyeing the figure skeptically. "If you're God, then answer this: What happens now that I'm dead? Do I go to hell and burn for all eternity for my sins?"

God chuckled softly. "Oh, that. No, hell is a human invention, created to instill fear and control believers to gain their money and obedience. The reality is much more... flexible."

[Y/N] gaped. "Wait, so all that fire and brimstone stuff isn't real? What about all those other things? Like, uh, angels, archangels with harps and golden gates?"

"Creative interpretations," God replied with a wry smile. "Humans have quite the imagination."

"No people getting sent to burn eternally?" [Y/N] asked, his voice tinged with incredulity.

God calmly shook his head with a smile. "No, none at all."

"No people getting sent to fiery prisons to suffer eternal martyrdoms?" [Y/N] pressed, eyes wide with disbelief.

God shook his head once again, slightly less tempered this time. "No fiery prisons, no eternal martyrdoms."

"No golden gates? No angels with harps? No demons torturing people?" [Y/N] asked, his voice rising with each question.

God shook his head, now starting to look a bit annoyed. "No golden gates. No angels with harps, no demons and torture."

"What about those stories of you hardening the pharaoh's heart? What about when you made fire rain from the skies? Jesus, my man, I was your fan, now I'm really disappointed in you..."

God felt slightly offended, 'This Hikikomori's missing a screw... He can't rejoin real-world society anymore, I need to find a way to get rid of him...' He contemplated.

"[Y/N] threw his hands in the air. "Godddamnit, God, how could you create such a boring afterlife? No eternal fires, no golden gates, no harps? What do you have? A cloud and some birds?"

God rolled his eyes and sighed. "Look, it's not about making it boring. The afterlife is meant to be peaceful and comforting, not some twisted theme park based on fear and control."

"But it was fear and control sounded fun about it... Well, what about all those stories of judgment day and purgatory?" [Y/N] challenged.

"Stories," God emphasized, "are meant to guide and inspire, not to terrify. The truth is much simpler."

[Y/N] squinted at God. "Still, if you're really God, prove it. Show me something divine."

With a snap of his fingers, God conjured a floating, glowing orb that played a harmonious melody. The orb danced around [Y/N].

"Is this good enough?" God asked.

[Y/N] still wasn't convinced, believing it was all the work of special effects. "Alright, let's see if that beard is real!" he said, lunging forward to tug at God's beard.

God yelped in surprise, stepping back. "Heavens! In all these millions of years, this is the first time I've suffered an attempt of physical assault by one of my visitors!"

[Y/N] paused, mid-tug, eyes wide. "Oh, uh, sorry. I just thought maybe it was fake."

God sighed, straightening his robes. "Well, are you satisfied!? And where did you get such an idea? Santa Claus? I assure you, it's very real. Now, can we move on?"

[Y/N] scratched his head, looking sheepish. "Yeah, sure. So, what happens now? I don't want to spend eternity in such a boring place..."

God's expression softened into a knowing smile. "A second chance at life in another world. One where you could have powers, adventures, and perhaps even find a purpose. Think of it as your personal isekai story," He spoke, having finally found a way to get rid of the lost cause.

[Y/N] immediately perked up, changing his bored mood into an excited one. "Old man, did I ever tell you I liked being fooled? This sounds great! Let's do it!"

'That was quick...' God chuckled. "Very well. I knew you would come around. Now, where would you like to go?"

[Y/N] thought deeply. He wasn't sure what would be the best place to get reincarnated. One thing was sure though, he wanted to stay away from the real world and when it comes to anime, stay away from Boku no Piko's world or Shingeki no Kyojin, Neverland, Tokyo Ghoul...

He gulped just thinking about it...

If he were to go to an anime world, he would have to go to a place where he would be able to enjoy a nice time with the pretty girls he always dreamed of.

"Alright old man, I've decided!"

God sighed deeply, 'Oof...Good thing he decided before I spoke. I was about to send him to Berserk...'

"Alright, [Y/N], which world would you like to go?"

"Date A Live," the boy spoke eagerly.

God immediately could guess why, making a face of exasperated resignation. "Of course, you would choose that one. It's always about the cute spirits, isn't it?"

[Y/N] shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Well, who can resist? I mean, magical girls, epic battles, and a chance to be the hero of your favorite girls—what's not to love?"

God sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Very well. Date A Live it is. I should have expected this. Just remember, don't overdo it."

[Y/N] rolled his eyes nervously, pretending to agree. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just send me there already!"

God raised his hand, preparing to send [Y/N] to his chosen world. "Alright, but just so you know, I've added a little twist to your powers."

[Y/N] blinked, a bit of worry creeping into his excitement. "A twist? What kind of twist?"

God's smile turned mischievous. "You'll see soon enough. Now, off you go!"

"Wai—" [Y/N] could speak, with a snap of God's fingers, [Y/N] was engulfed in a brilliant flash of light. As the light faded, he found himself engulfed by darkness.

Back in the divine realm, God shook his head with a mix of amusement and relief. "I sure got rid of one troublesome fella..."

...

"Huh? Where am I?"

[Y/N] looked around him, seeming to not recognize the environment but apparently, this was his new home.

He currently found himself sitting on the ground, crossed-legged around a Japanese-styled table. It was a Chabudai table that he had once read about on a traditional Japanese page for Weebs on the internet.

"Is something wrong, [Y/N] ?"

[Y/N] immediately turned his face to glimpse at the female who spoke,

"...You're...!"

The plot had finally begun...

Prologue End

Alright people, this is a very small prologue chapter since I've wanted to use it as a test for this fanfic so if you want it to continue, please support and also, if there's anything you want to say or ask, feel free to. I'm more than willing to answer.