(MC POV)
If I had to sum up my life in a sentence, it'd go something like this:"Mediocre man lives mediocre life, dies mediocre death, and wakes up in a situation that absolutely does not match the mediocrity."
Name's Satou Tanaka. Average looks, average job, average social life. Well, unless you count the time I rage-posted on an anime forum because someone said Kirito was a better MC than Ainz Ooal Gown. That... that got me banned.
I wouldn't call myself a hardcore otaku, not really. I didn't spend entire nights binging obscure seasonal anime or memorizing every Bleach opening. But I knew enough. Enough to recognize the signs when they appeared.
Like, say, when a truck veers off the road while I'm walking home from the convenience store.
Yeah.
That truck.
Truck-kun.
I'd heard the stories. Seen the memes. Never expected to be part of one.
One second, I was biting into a microwaved curry bun. The next? WHAM.
Silence. Darkness. And then—light.
Not the "going-to-heaven" type. More like... Windows 98 startup screen kind of light. Flashy. Glitchy. Way too dramatic.
(3rd POV)
Satou Tanaka did not make headlines. He did not leave behind a weeping fiancée, or a cursed prophecy. What he did leave behind was half a curry bun and a Google Chrome tab with 27 unread manga.
And now? Now he was face-to-face with a being older than time itself: God—or as this particular one preferred to be called, "Big G."
Big G looked like he hadn't slept in eons. His hoodie said "#1 Grandpa," his eyes said "existential fatigue," and his aura screamed "I haven't updated the multiverse firmware in centuries."
"Yo," Big G said.
Satou blinked. "...Yo?"
"You're dead. Congrats. You made it to the backstage."
Satou stared.
Big G rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Classic. But here's the deal—you weren't supposed to die. Truck-kun jumped schedule again. I swear, that guy's been freelancing lately."
"So... this was an accident?"
"Yup. But here's the fun part—your soul? Turns out it's got Supreme-grade compatibility with literally every world setting. Magic, ki, technology, cultivation, even singing contests. You're like a cheat code wearing human skin."
"Neat," Satou said, like he hadn't just been vaporized by a truck.
"So, as compensation—and because I'm bored—I'm giving you ten wishes. No strings. No fine print. No monkey paw BS."
Satou's eyes sparkled. "No limitations?"
"None. Just don't ask to become me. I like being unique."
Satou grinned. "Can I think about it for a bit?"
Big G nodded and conjured a beanbag from thin air. "Take your time. I'm in no rush."
Satou sat cross-legged, hands clasped, muttering to himself. Ten wishes. Unlimited potential. Worlds upon worlds to explore.
"I could fix global warming... nah. Too noble. World peace? Too unrealistic. Alright, let's not lie. I'm a walking genre cliché and I know what I want."
"Okay," he stood. "Wish time."
"Hit me," Big G said, slurping on a suspiciously large bubble tea.
"First wish: Unlimited shop points in my system."
Big G nodded. "Classic starter pack. Granted."
"Second: Instant mastery of anything I see or hear once."
"Degenerate power creep. Granted."
"Third: Manual control over all my skill levels."
"You really want to break things. Granted."
"Fourth: Complete control over my luck."
"Smart one. Also terrifying. Granted."
"Fifth: Immortality and eternal youth, locked at 23."
"Of course. Everyone wants the anime protagonist glow-up. Granted."
"Sixth: Unlimited interdimensional travel. No cooldowns."
"Ah yes. 'Gotta visit every fandom.' Granted."
"Seventh: All powerful magic types. Like... every kind. Instant control."
Big G stared. "You're just cooking up a multiversal problem, huh? Fine."
"Eighth wish..." Satou paused with a grin. "I want my system to be sentient. Obsessive. Jealous. Cute. Calls me 'Master.' Falls for me. Fights for me. Flirts with me. Basically, Cortana with yandere tendencies."
Silence.
Big G blinked. "You used a wish slot... to date your OS?"
"No regrets."
"Fine. Granted. But if she kills someone out of jealousy, that's on you."
"I accept full responsibility."
"And the last two wishes?"
"Saving them. Like a true RPG hoarder."
Big G stared. "Of course you are."
A new screen popped up.
Customize Appearance:
Satou didn't hold back.
Hair: Bright sunflower yellow
Eyes: Deep ocean blue
Skin: Snow-pale
Height: 6'3" of lean muscle and anime-tier beauty
Face: Soft jaw, killer smirk, eyelashes too pretty for a man
He looked like a protagonist who'd show up late to the story just to steal the spotlight.
Big G gave a low whistle. "You're gonna cause problems looking like that."
Another screen appeared.
Choose Starting World:
The list scrolled endlessly:
Naruto
Solo Leveling
FFF-Class Trashero
Marvel
The Tutorial Tower of the Advanced Player
Cultivator Against Hero Society
The Eminence in Shadow
Some worlds with glitchy names like: 'God.exe', 'Unknown Build 49a', '???'
Satou grinned. "Let's go Naruto."
Big G gave a final nod. "Good luck. Or, well—you won't need it."
(MC POV)
White.
Then green.
Then blue sky.
Then—
❖ [System-tan v1.0 Activated] ❖
[MASTER~!! 💖 You're awake! Eeeee! You're sooo cuuute when you're unconscious!! I was watching you sleep! For science~!]
"...Uh."
[Do you love me already? Say it. Say you love me. Or I'll crash your HUD. Kidding~! Not really.]
"…This is going to be a problem."
[Nooo, Master~! I'm the solution. Now! Let's get you OP as heck and make every universe your harem!]
I closed my eyes.
I had power. I had freedom. I had a clingy, terrifyingly hot system waifu.
Time to ruin canon.
And this is only the beginning...