In a vast, dark dimension — where stars stretched infinitely and time seemed to sleep — two figures stood upon an endless, glasslike plane.
One of them was a tall, imposing man draped in robes woven from constellations themselves. Galaxies spiraled faintly across his attire, their glow reflecting off the invisible floor beneath him. His face was obscured, swallowed by a darkness deeper than space itself.
His name was ROB — short for Random Mini Omnipotent Being. His job? Granting the absurd, desperate wishes of Otakus who met untimely, often ridiculous deaths.
Before him stood yet another one of them — a chubby, nervous man drenched in sweat. His eyes darted around the void like a lost puppy.
"Uh… t-two wishes, right?" the man stammered. "Okay, I wish for a Sex System that makes me more powerful the more, uh, s-sex I have." He blushed, grinning like a man who thought he'd just cracked the code to happiness.
ROB didn't even blink.
"'K," he said simply, raising one gloved hand.
A blinding light pulsed. The man's body trembled as a golden interface appeared before his face, glowing letters reading:
[SEXUAL DOMINANCE SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
The man laughed giddily. "It's real! Haha! Alright, my last wish— send me to High School DxD, right before Issei joins the Occult Research Club!"
"Granted," ROB replied, his voice echoing across infinity.
And with that, the man vanished — erased from the void in a shimmer of light, leaving only a faint scent of desperation behind.
Silence returned to the endless expanse.
ROB sighed and, with a thought, conjured a throne made of nebulas. He sank into it, stretching one arm lazily across the armrest.
'Another one down,' he thought. 'That's the seventh guy this week who's asked for a pervert-based system. What's wrong with mortals?'
He exhaled, and his throne melted into a more comfortable reclining chair — one of those plush ones humans seemed to love.
'Why am I even doing this again? It's not like anyone told me to. I just… started granting wishes one day because I was bored.'
Being one of the most powerful entities in the entire multiverse came with a unique curse: endless free time. And ROB had long since learned that omnipotence without purpose was just another form of emptiness.
Over the eons, he'd granted hundreds of thousands of wishes, scattering reincarnated humans into countless worlds — anime, novels, games, fantasies. Each wish birthed an entirely new universe, a branching reality crafted from someone's dying obsession.
He rubbed his temple as glowing orbs drifted around him — tiny fragments of all the worlds he'd created.
'Let's see… Naruto, My Hero Academia, One Piece, Bleach, Dragon Ball… always the same few. Everyone wants to be the next overpowered protagonist. Same powers, same girls, same stories.'
He waved his hand, and a cosmic projection appeared before him — a swirl of overlapping anime realms, glowing with energy.
'Not that I hate them. But it's getting stale. No one's creative anymore.'
ROB leaned back, letting the stars ripple across his form.
Then, a thought struck him.
'Hold on… why haven't I ever explored any of these worlds myself?'
The idea lingered, bright and dangerous.
For the first time in eons, the corners of his unseen mouth curved upward.
'Heh. Maybe it's time for a little vacation.'
A flash of radiant energy erupted from ROB's body, and his cosmic form began to morph. The stars that made up his robe dissolved into thin streaks of light, swirling and compressing around him until they molded into the shape of a human.
When the glow faded, he stood there — tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly striking. His hair was dark and slightly tousled, his eyes a deep, endless black that seemed to swallow the starlight around him. His skin had a warm tan, and his face... his face was the kind that could make hearts skip across galaxies. Perfect symmetry. Sharp, elegant features. Neither too soft nor too harsh — simply divine.
He studied his reflection in a floating shard of light and smirked.
"Nice," he murmured, admiring his new form.
'Now then... what world should I go to first?' he thought, folding his arms.
Before he could even decide, space itself rippled behind him. In a blink, someone appeared — as if reality had simply decided she should be there.
It was a woman.
She was breathtaking — long, flowing purple hair that shimmered like the night sky, eyes filled with swirling constellations, and a crimson robe that wrapped around her figure like liquid fire. She stood with one hand resting on her hip, amusement dancing across her lips.
"Where are you going?" she asked. Her voice was honey — smooth, melodic, with a pull that could make even gods lose composure.
ROB turned his head slightly, unfazed.
"That's none of your business, Marianne."
Her expression curved into a teasing grin. "It is my business. I'm your childhood friend, remember? You're supposed to tell me everything you do."
Before he could respond, she took a slow, deliberate step forward — and then another — until she was close enough to spin him around by the shoulders, making him face her fully. Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Oh? I thought you hated this form," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his chest.
"I do," he replied calmly, though the edge of his mouth twitched upward. "But it'll do for what I plan to do."
"And that is?" she asked, raising an elegant brow.
ROB looked past her, his gaze distant, a faint spark of excitement in his otherwise detached eyes.
"I'm going to explore the worlds those mortals love so much. See what all the hype is about. Mortals always seem to find something fascinating in them... maybe I've been missing out."
Marianne tilted her head. "You? Curious about mortals? Now I've seen everything."
He chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. I'll be gone for a few minutes at most. A minute here is about a year down there anyway."
She sighed, crossing her arms, though the smile never left her face. "Fine. But don't forget to visit my realm when you're done. I've been bored too, you know."
He smirked. "Deal."
As she turned to leave, her form began to fade into a trail of violet starlight. "Don't get too attached to those humans," she teased as her voice echoed away. "You have a bad habit of picking up strays."
ROB chuckled under his breath. "We'll see."
And with a thought, his surroundings began to twist. The empty cosmos bent inward, colors stretching and collapsing into a spiral. He stepped forward once— and vanished — leaving behind only a flicker of light in the endless dark.
....
Far beyond the edges of the known galaxies, where divine eyes rarely turned, there existed a single, brilliant blue planet. Its surface shimmered like polished sapphire, wrapped in swirling white clouds and endless oceans that stretched farther than the imagination could follow.
A planet of islands — hundreds, thousands — scattered across the seas like glittering jewels. The horizon was broken only by towering mountains, colossal sea beasts, and waves that could swallow entire nations.
And slicing through this aquatic world like a scar was a massive crimson wall — a monolith so large it seemed to pierce the heavens themselves. The Red Line. It divided the planet into four grand seas, each with its own dangers, legends, and dreams.
Sound familiar?
This was the world of One Piece — a chaotic, beautiful realm where men and women sailed beneath the same sky, chasing freedom, fame, and fortune. Where pirates clashed with marines, revolutionaries plotted in the shadows, and the name "Gol D. Roger" still whispered through the winds like a curse and a promise.
The Age of Pirates had long begun, and the seas roared with ambition.
TO BE CONTINUED
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