"What a beautiful sky!" - murmured the young man lying on the water's surface flowing into the unknown distance. His face was calm as if freed from all worries. He looked up into the vast heavens, amazed at their unearthly beauty. Not a cloud, not a star, just thin purple patterns, as if woven from cosmic dust.

He didn't know how long he had been here. All around him was an endless horizon of cool water that carried him gently along with the sky. He resigned himself to the thought that he might already be dead.

The young man thought back to his life. Although it hadn't been a long one - who would want to die at 23? - he had no regrets. His memories, vivid and joyous, sad and traumatic, were precious to him. The life he had lived was one he enjoyed.

He didn't die of his own volition. He didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew he had fallen asleep in a friend's car driving him to a concert. He died in an accident.

Thoughts of his parents tormented his mind. They must be suffering now, and more than once the mother's eyes glistened with tears filled with sadness. His friends were undoubtedly also immersed in sorrow. These thoughts felt like a heavy burden on his heart, so he tried not to wallow in them. Instead, he turned his thoughts to what he had yet to do: how many more unseen beauties, unread books, unseen movies.

The list was endless, but he accepted it. Death catches up with everyone at the most unexpected moments, and such thoughts should be the norm for most.

It was another hour or so until suddenly someone's voice sounded:

"Get up."

The voice was male but soft.

"Hey, are you deaf? Get up, come on!"

"Who the hell are you? And how am I supposed to get up if there's water everywhere?"

"Just do as you're told."

Allen - that was the guy's name - decided to try and follow the words of the unknown voice. He closed his eyes and tried to rise as if he were lying on solid ground. To his surprise, he felt his hands rest against the surface of the water.

With awkward movements he rose to his feet, his gaze fixed downward. He was standing on the water.

"That's it, I don't have much time. Come over here."

Allen turned his head in the direction of the voice. Standing on the water, just like him, was a young boy. He had bright red hair and a smarmy face with amber eyes. He was dressed in revealing clothing: a light top, revealing his stomach, and shorts with lots of ribbons coming down below his knees.

"Who are you?" - Followed the quite expected question from Allen.

"Peon."

"Huh?"

Allen wanted to hear information about the race, purpose, or something like that, not just a name.

The kid lowered his face a little and sighed.

"Okay, I'll make this very short and quick, if you don't understand something, it's not my problem. Keep your questions to yourself."

The boy placed a hand at his side and began gesturing with the other.

"My name is Peon, I'm the demon in charge of wandering souls..."

A look of intense surprise appeared on Allen's face.

"D-demon?"

"Don't interrupt," he said in a slightly elevated tone. "Souls like yours are special, they're eternal. But make no mistake, you are not unique, there are millions like you."

Allen listened intently to the boy.

"The purpose of your kind is to entertain the higher creations."

"Entertain? What do you mean?" Allen frowned, bewilderment reflected in his eyes.

The boy's face contorted with anger, and he abruptly held out his hand with his index finger extended toward Allen.

"Are you dump? I told you not to interrupt. If you do that again, I won't tell you anything."

He let out a slight sigh and continued.

"You're reincarnating in another world. Your job is to stay alive and live an interesting life. The former is usually the biggest problem since over 90% of reports die in the first year. You'll be given a gift that will help you. Well, not always, but more often it's something good."

As he finished his monologue, the boy put his arms at his sides, standing like a victorious hero. He was clearly pleased with his speech.

"Uh, why..."

"Hey, no questions. You'll figure it out as the case progresses."

Peon waved his hand to the side as if conjuring an unseen force. The water beneath his feet began to churn violently. Allen's gaze dropped to the swirling depths, where a vast, dark shadow was swiftly rising. His heart raced as the murky form surged upward, breaking through the water's surface with explosive force.

A deluge of spray shot sideways, drenching Allen. He wiped his face, blinking away the salty water, and looked up in awe.

Before him, a monstrous slot machine loomed, its gleaming metallic body towering at least thirty meters into the air. The machine's imposing presence was both surreal and menacing, casting a long shadow over the shimmering waves.

While Allen stood transfixed by the colossal structure, Peon leaped with nimble grace onto the lever jutting from its side, a jubilant grin spreading across his face. The lever gleamed in the sunlight, and Peon's infectious excitement charged the air around them.

"I present to you the 'Heart of Fortune,' the arbiter of your destiny!" Peon announced with a joyful smile, leaping up and landing squarely on the lever. It slid down smoothly and then returned to its original position with a satisfying click.

The familiar sounds of a slot machine filled the air, a symphony of clinks and chimes. One by one, the three slots began to slow and stop. Each slot revealed the iconic logo of the One Piece anime.

"Nice one, that's a pretty rare slot. Looks like your next world is One Piece," Peon said, restarting the machine.

Allen watched the spinning slots intently, like a gambler who had staked everything on a single spin. His heart pounded in his chest.

One Piece's world is not the place he would wish to find himself in. He was perfectly aware that behind the funny moments was a very cruel world.

"And what will it be?" Peon mumbled his tone a mix of satisfaction and childlike excitement.

Allen's nerves were frayed, his mind racing with silent pleas to Fortune. The first slot stopped with a distinctive click. His eyes widened in disbelief as the subsequent slots halted, each revealing a face.

"Wow, you're lucky," Peon said, his voice tinged with surprise.

The slots displayed images of Satoru Gojo, the second most powerful character from Jujutsu Kaisen.

"Yeah, it's not often something like this comes up..." Peon hastily jumped down and was a couple of meters away from Allen.

"Well, congratulations, you'll be reborn in the One Piece world with Satoru Gojo's powers."

"Ah, I'll have his techniques, or basically everything he..."

A huge shadow appeared behind Allen's back, silent and gloomy, resembling a wolf drawn with a black feather. The wolf opened its maw and bit off the upper body sharply.

"Is he an imbecile? I told him, no questions asked." Peon walked over to the wolf towering four meters above the water.

"Well done, well done... Now that's it for today."

He stretched and headed off in an unknown direction.

The wolf that had eaten Allen was a special creature whose specialty was that any soul it consumed was reincarnated.