A Chance at Samasa
He is now dead.
And now he is in the damned Waiting Room of the Afterlife or most commonly referred to as The Limbo.
He waits, and he waits and he keeps waiting. A severe lack of psychopomps to take him to hell or whatever place he deserves to be makes him very nervous. Probably the only man in the world who would happily go to hell than stay in this whitebox loony bin of a realm. But suddenly, a voice rang out in the vast expanse of white.
"How about a chance at a new life, in a new world, Mr. Mercator?" Spoke a silky smooth voice. A very fuzzy figure stood before him, contrasting the white room by wearing a black cloak."
Immediately realising that this must be his Psychopomp, he steels himself and asks the inevitable.
"Is this a boon or my bane, Mr. Psychopomp?" He asks quietly, not able to determine the psyche of this being.
"Psychopomp? You must be well read to know such a word. Also yes, a bane if you are weak willed but a boon if you take advantage of the situation."
"The World of choice, if I may ask?" finally accepting the current reality of the situation.
"Earthland. Land of Magic and Mages. This should tickle your fancy?" the Psychopomp asks, definitely humouring himself due to the situation.
His heart would stop, if he has heart in this afterlife in the first place. The realisation of being part of a Feel-good Anime overwhelms him completely, leaving him utterly speechless for a few moments.
"Mages and Magic? Who wouldn't want that. If I'm reincarnated at an appropriate spot on the timeline, I can even wrangle some of those girls to form a harem." He thinks quite deeply, almost ignoring the psychopomp in the room with him.
"Mr. Mercator, the choice is yours and you can ask as you please. Anywhere on the timeline as you wish. You can also have this harem of yours, there is no moral battle to fight with me over this."
Clearly ashamed of being called out so blatantly, he hurried to answer.
"May I be of the same age as Laxus, and to enter the guild at the same time as he does."
"Easily Done. Anything else?" The psychopomp boomed.
"If I may be so bold, may I ask for some leeway to be able to take advantage of said world?" Praying that the Psychopomp wouldn't take offence to his request.
"Ofcourse, I'll give you the standard package. Two minor boons and one major boon. Sounds fair?"
"Oh, of Course. I thank you for your generosity. May I have some time to deliberate?"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm on a deadline here and would like to get on with my work."
"Eidetic Memory, Bishounen like appearance or something similar to look good for the ladies (and himself) and any variation of an escalating power scaling ability."
"I can do all three. Eidetic Memory is a fantastic minor boon and I must commend you for that, in the looks department , I'll just make you a male version of a Veela from Harry Potter and I'll give you a gamer-centric ability but it wouldn't be too powerful all on its own now. Atleast I'm happy you didn't ask for some cultivator bullshit or slave branding stamp, I'm proud that you aren't a complete degenerate just a partial one."
"Damn, the truth even I can't talk away. Truly a degenerate in every sense of the word. Oh well, I can definitely work with these boons." He thought.
"Also, do I get to keep my memory from my previous life?"
"No…"
"Shit."
"....of course you do, this entire exercise would be futile then. Can't have you wander around just like that now, can I?" The Psychopomp laughs.
"Well, my idiocy has been overlooked, I've been blessed with boons and I'm honoured with a chance to have a harem and magical power." He thought
"Please send me on my way, Mr. Psychopomp."
"Alright, then."
The Psychopomp waves his hand and he slowly feels the effect of said action as his vision starts to go darker, as if he is slowly going to sleep.
"Goodbye, Mr. Mercator and Good Luck with your endeavours."
"Thank You!"
The white of the room slowly swims into a tide of shadow, and in the pitch black darkness, he suddenly loses consciousness and the journey is now on.