Hello everyone, and welcome. I want to make this little story because I am a bit at wits end with writing for the other one and feel the need for a distraction or a side project to help me get my kick back. This is going to be a much lighter and shorter written story, as in it won't have as massive of a chapter as my main story does. However, that does not mean it will be low effort, no no no.

That said, it will also be much more parody-ish because I intend on making quite a few references and common jokes. Let me know your thoughts on it and whether it is a welcome change compared to my gritty and serious other story or not. I welcome any feedback, even harsh and unnecessarily insulting ones.

God was bored.

Really bored. So bored in fact that he decided to follow this thing humans have been getting so obsessed with lately and start a few of them through into various adventures. He began a spree of isekai creations, having Truck-Kun work overtime to run over all his desired targets. However his latest targets were a new achievement for Truck-kun, because for the first time, the old Isekai Machine gets to run over not one, but two people at the same time. Brothers, to be precise, who were headed home from soccer practice...

"BROTHER LOOK OUT!"

BAMM

And just like that, Ben and Damian were both dead

"Huh... afterlife looks a whole lot different than I thought..." Ben mused to himself as he saw the pure white wherever he looked.

Ben was a rather bulked up, muscular young man with short brown hair and matching brown eyes, a pentagonal facial structure with a very strong jawline and a thin nose that matched his expression. His eyebrows were tilted upwards so he always looks a bit lax and like he is relaxed and uncaring, yet he was ironically a more serious and composed person.

"My ass it does, it's empty as shit. Not even God is here, or gods, or goddess... ah fuck even is going on?" Damian responded, his confusion getting to him and making him feel angry.

Damian was much more slim and lanky in stature, more towards agility than strength, but he was taller than Ben. He had brown hair as well but green eyes, and his face was the opposite. A thin shaped head with a pointy chin and a moderate jawline, a long nose and narrow eyes with downwards tilted eyebrows that make him look like a severe case of resting-bitch-face every moment of his life.

"Be not afraid, boys" A sudden, self-echoing voice resonated from seemingly everywhere, before a bright light suddenly erupted and from it, a very tall, easily 3 meter's high man appeared. He had a pure white robe that hid everything about his figure, but looked rather youthful with long black hair and black sclera with white irises. "Welcome to the afterlife, or at least, how I am presenting it to you, boys. You have questions, but they have to wait for another time, as I have an important task for you two"

""A Task?"" Both asked at the same time, looking at the Lord with their full attention.

"Yes! A glorious and epic task only you can do... or so I hope."

"Well... what is it?" Damian asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Entertain me!"

""HUH!?""

"You heard me, boys!" God spoke, chuckling to himself lightly. "I am a writer, you see, and I have terrible writers block. I sent a few hundred other people out to some Isekai adventures, as you humans call it, and you two will be the last ones I send for a good while. You impress me with your brotherly cooperation and your willpowers so I figure the place I am sending you is going to be fitting!"

"Holup holup holup!" Damian suddenly exclaimed, as he was the weeb between the brothers, whereas Ben was utterly clueless. "An Isekai adventure? Us?" He asked before turning to his brother with a bright grin. "Bro, we are going to a fantasy world and get to be powerful chads! Imagine man, you might finally bag a girl that's not after your money!"

"HEY!" Ben exclaimed, taking offense at that, but not in a too serious manner. "But fantasy world? You mean like Lord of the Rings and stuff?"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!" Damian exclaimed. "LORD OF THE RINGS IS NOT ANIME! THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU TO BINGE SOME STUFF WITH ME BUT YOU ALWAYS GOT AN EXCUSE!"

"And I told you to keep me away from these silly cartoons you love-"

"IMMA FIGHT YOU, BITCH!"

"Bring it, asshole!"

"HEY!" God suddenly echoed, thunder rumbling in the background as he unleashed a shout with the fury of the old biblical wrath behind it. "No fighting until after I've reincarnated you! Now, both of you will be given powers to work with decided purely by Randomness generated by a slot machine" He explained and snapped his fingers, causing a large slot machine to appear. It had 6 slots and each had the ciphers 1 to 9 in it. "I will roll it and whatever number you get is a corresponding power from... somewhere. Note that it does not only encompass anime powers, but ANYTHING that is fictional in your world. So you better have some good knowledge on your entertainment!"

"RNG!?" Ben now said. It was true he was utterly ignorant to anime, but he was no uncultured swine, for you see, Ben has a different serious interest: Gachas. And the word 'Random Generation' was a trigger to some of the worst Gacha-PTSD one may imagine. Lootbox hell is real, dear readers!

"Yes, RNG, boy. Now, roll the slots you two!"

Grumbling and reluctant, Ben did as told and rolled his slot first. The numbers spun for a while before a 6 digit number came up. 010653.

"Huh, interesting. You got yourself quite the handy stuff, and something that matches your expertise too" The Lord spoke as he whipped out a scoreboard from... somewhere... and took a look at it. "Your power is absolute Swordsmanship. You won't start strong, but you can master any technique you know at ludicrous speeds and have talent second to none. I imagine you can learn stuff like Swallow Reversal from Fate in a matter of weeks."

A loud whistle escaped Ben's lips at that. "Damn, I won the lottery there it seems"

Damian grumbled in envy and was next, running the slot after Ben. It took a while for the numbers to reveal anything, and when they did...

"444131. Damn, you sure are one lucky boy" God exclaimed before he suddenly whipped out his hands, and on each finger, a Ring manifested, before sliding off and flying to Damian's hands, attaching themselves to his fingers. "You won my Ten Rings. The Rings of God give domain over all magic. As long as you wear them, you know every single thing about magic. Every spell, every casting method, every strength and weakness and everything inbetween."

"HELL YEAH!"/ "FUCK NO!"

"Now then" God continued before clapping his hands twice, making the ground suddenly become the sky. "I am sending you off to have some fun now. Try to stir some trouble because I desperately need inspiration, alright?"

"Hey... hold on... you're not gonna..."

Before Damian could finish his question, God disappeared into thin air and the brothers suddenly started to fall.

"SON OF A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!" Ben yelled as he was falling ahead of his brother, his heavier body making him slightly faster in his free fall.

"AH FUCK!" Damian yelled before he turned to Ben. "Ey, listen up, I am a bit too panicked to think, so we gotta break the landing. I got an idea though!"

"And what the fuck do you have in mind before we become tomato soup on the floor?"

"You remember that super annoying, super difficult math class we had?"

"What, you mean vectorials? The fuck is math gonna do right now!?"

Damian facepalmed himself as he then narrowed his eyes. "Idiot, we will redirect our falling direction from vertical to horizontal. We have to hit each others with a very strong attack before we hit the ground."

"Oh so you want us to become tomato soup on walls instead!?"

"COME ON MAN!" Damian protested. "You know God wouldn't just let us die the second we fall, have some faith for crying out loud!"

"I'M ATHEIST, ASSHOLE!"

"FINE, THEN GO ON AND DIE!" Damian exclaimed before looking at the rings, thinking of what he could use for the situation to break the landing. After a while, he had a great idea. He would thrust flames from his hands using magic to counter his momentum with an opposite force until he arrives at a stand still. A second later, he started doing just that.

Ben meanwhile continued to fall, sighing out as he tried to remember any abilities he could use related to swords to help survive his fall. It took almost a full minute but he finally found something. He clapped his hands together and raised them over his head. "Miyamoto Musashi was a miracle worker with the blade. I pray this actually works" He thought to himself before he sliced downwards with both hands, producing an air-slice so dense and large that it actually shot him the opposite direction for a split second before he came to a stand still, having the same idea as Damian but used an entirely different execution of it.

Both of them kept doing this until they landed on a rooftop, where they took some breathers. "Damn, this was exhausting" Damian exclaimed first, laid across the ground and panting heavily. "Not really to my reserves but mentally."

Ben was laid down next to him and similarily was breathing heavily. "You can say that again, brother... anyway, where are we?"

Damian took a lengthy look around, and once he spotted a very familiar, identifying structure, his face paled slightly. "oh no..."

"Is that a good oh no or a bad oh no?"

"There are no good oh no's" Damian retorted. "I know exactly where we are, and you won't like it after the exposition"

"Hit me, what's the worst that can happe-"

"YOU IDIOT!" Damian shouted and instantly punched Ben in the gut, hard, cratering the rooftop without meaning to and causing them both to crash through it and into the building they were ontop of.

"Ow... that hurt, asshole!" Ben retorted before looking around and seeing a few people, only women, who all had dark complexion except for one, fair skinned blonde who... he had to rub his eyes again to confirm. Yep, she has fox ears and a tail.

"Ah fuck, of all the places we could land" Damian cursed his misfortune because they had ended up smackdab in the middle of the Pleasure District, right inside the brothel where Aisha and Haruhime work.