MC POV
It was unexpected, to say the least. Never would I have expected to join Truck-kun's legion of crossers, however unlikely it seems. I have been drifting in this darkness for a while now, and nothing is going on—just silence. I am alone with my thoughts, and for a long time, that's dangerous. I hope I don't start spiraling into depravity.
Nah, probably not. It's not like I was completely sane anyway.
When I was alive, I was an MMA fighter trying to work my way into the big show so I could start making some bank. But no one tells you how tough it is to get noticed by the UFC, so I started working some jobs on the side to help pay the bills.
Everything went south when I was hired by some Bulgarian mafia boss to be his personal bodyguard. The pay was good—heck, I didn't need to fight professionally anymore—so I retired (I was twenty-six around this period).
I had some time to myself, so I got hooked on anime and some series. I started watching One Piece from the jump; I have to say, Luffy and his friends really grew on me.
Watching their adventures and how much they went through to achieve their dreams really put a lot in perspective for me. But I still say that Oda, the infuriating genius, created quite possibly the coolest character ever in Dracule Mihawk and completely underutilized him. Like, come on, twenty years have gone by, and I still remember when Mihawk and Zoro fought. Was that not the coolest thing you have ever seen on television? I'm telling you, we needed more Mihawk content, but nope, Oda starved us.
The world's strongest swordsman, and he was so underutilized—a tragedy, I tell you.
Anyway, I was forty-eight when I finally retired. Over the years, I had a wife and kids, and I made enough money that I was done with that life. I guess it wasn't done with me. Over the years, I became well-known, and with that comes perks and disadvantages. On my fifty-sixth birthday, my family was attacked by a rival gang; my wife and kids were kidnapped and held in a hostile location.
I was livid, so I went to the place and fought my way in. The gunshots attracted police, and the building was surrounded. Finally, the boss of the gang made a deal with me: they would release my family to the police, and in exchange, I'd stand down and die.
I agreed, because they are the most important part of my life. I'm already old; I've seen the ugly side of this world, and if I am still here, they would never be safe. So I bet my life on the new generation (is that a Shanks reference? Lol). After I saw them with the police, I activated the bomb I had strapped to my body when I came in. Blew the place up, and all of us in there died. How's that for an exit?
I feel I've been drifting in this place for a long time now. When is it going to end…
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'How are you still alive, mortal?' said a voice that sounded like it was coming from every direction.
I looked around until I saw a white, celestial body. It had human features but no face. It was faceless—no eyes, no nose, nothing. Kinda looked like Truth from FMAB.
'I'm not gonna lie, I am as confused as you. I've been here for a while now,' I said, trying to look as calm as possible. I could feel it wouldn't take much for this being to wipe me out of existence.
'Your misfortune turned into luck. You have been in the Void for 20,000 years. This is not where beings of your level should be. Maybe there was a mistake in your transcendence cycle,' the R.O.B. muttered to himself, but I managed to pick up on it.
'Can you please help me? I don't want to be here alone anymore. And what do you mean, "luck"?' I asked. How can being alone for that long be luck?
'The Void is where beings such as myself reside. You, as a human, should be wiped out the moment you stepped in here, let alone survive this long. I like your perseverance, and I'll help you reincarnate into another world, different from your Earth. I'll go through your memories and pick one now, then allow you to ask for 4 wishes. I won't make you a god, so get your head out of your ass,' the R.O.B. said.
Fair enough to me. I even get four wishes instead of three, like in those fanfictions. Lemme think and plan what I want.
'Okay, I've decided. You will go to Planetos. I believe the series is called Game of Thrones. Now, state your wishes. If I don't like one, I'll dismiss it.'
'For my first wish, I wish to be reincarnated as Dracule Mihawk, with all his swordsmanship and Haki,' I asked, hoping for the best.
'Granted. But it will come with a body from the people of Planetos. This wish basically makes this an AU, so people can learn Haki, and there are Devil Fruits, but magic still exists.'
'I wish to have the Zushi Zushi no Mi. Controlling gravity would be cool, and I'll be able to fight the dragons in that world,' I said as I stated my second request.
'Granted. I'll remove the Devil Fruit curse, too. But to make this more fun, I'll add a random amount of Devil Fruits in your world to give you a bit of a challenge. It will be the Ice-Ice Fruit, Mera Mera no Mi, Woods-Woods Fruit, Teleport Fruit, Gold Fruit, Shock Fruit, Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Fenrir, and Model: Jormungandr. These are ones that have already been found. The Jormungandr Fruit was eaten hundreds of years before you get there by a kraken and is what the Ironborn worship as the Drowned God. Zoans and Logia can be harmed by Valyrian Steel and Haki, also,' the R.O.B. replied.
I see. So I would be seen as entertainment for this god. Don't worry; I aim to please.
'I wish for an A.I., super-smart—around Brainiac's level—that comes with parallel processing, is completely loyal to me, and has an inventory about the size of Alabasta.'
'Granted.'
'And finally, I wish for complete ice immunity. Can't feel cold, and the Night Walkers can't harm me with their ice magic.'
'DENIED. I'll give you ice resistance so you can't feel the cold or get frostbitten, but that's it. The Night King can still harm you. I forgot to add: because of your stay in the Void, you were granted a few gifts. Eidetic memory, an effectively immortal soul so you can choose to cultivate immortality or reincarnate again when your body dies, and the ability to read minds. Now, have a good time in Westeros, Dra… what's your name again?'
'I was known as Joshua Connors in my past life. In my next, I will be called Mihawk.'
'Sure. I'll be watching, Mihawk. Now, LEAVE!'
And everything went dark.