Chapter 1: The Beginning

(Third Person POV)

In a realm enveloped in perpetual darkness and eerie silence, a sluggish voice resonated as a once dull sphere gradually began to emit light.

"Where am I?" The voice echoed, but the darkness offered no answer.

Silence engulfed everything.

As if not fully conscious, the sphere floated aimlessly, indifferent to its surroundings.

Time passed, stretching into an unknown duration until, eventually, the sphere shed the dark, murky substance that had concealed its brilliance.

It gradually returned to its former state: a glowing bluish-white sphere, seemingly composed of condensed gas.

"What is this place?" the sphere questioned as its light flickered like a faulty lightbulb, struggling to recall its memories.

With a heavy and weary tone, the voice muttered, "I died?"

(Third Person POV)

"Ah! That hits the spot!" an old man with a long white beard exclaimed after downing a mug of cold draught beer.

*Beep beep beep*

As an alarm sounded, the man glanced at a screen labeled Void - 6942069.

"So, it's already that time. Oh well, administrators come and go," he said in a melancholic tone as he stood up and left the room filled with millions of screens.

Walking through a seemingly endless corridor, he spoke even without anyone around him, "Jonathan, meet me at the Void entrance. You have one final job, and then you are free to go."

(First Person POV - Jonathan)

"So, your time is up, huh? Take care, bud! This is goodbye for now," my best friend Antonio said, giving me a brotherly hug.

"You still have half a millennium left, right? Don't forget to visit me at P-DxD-42069 later." With a pat on my buddy's shoulder, I walked toward the Void Teleportation room.

As I walked down the seemingly endless corridor, I thought to myself, 'I will miss this place,' as memories of a millennium spent working as a System Administrator flowed through my mind.

'Well, at least I'll get to retire in my own personalized High School DxD world.' With a shrug, I reached the Void Teleportation room and walked toward the boss.

(First Person POV - MC)

"So, where am I? This doesn't look like hell, and it's definitely not heaven," I muttered aloud.

"How am I even speaking? I don't have a mouth. Heck, I don't even have any limbs," I questioned, gazing into the vast, endless darkness.

'Good thing I'm not afraid of the dark. Heck, this place is eerie. Is this some variation of hell? A realm of endless silence and darkness? If I remember correctly, I read something like that in some mythology.' As I tried to recall the stories I had read, my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden *swish*.

Turning toward the sound, my gaze landed on a glowing circle.

'Some kind of teleportation magic?' I mused to myself.

My mind then wandered as I gazed at the silhouette forming atop the circle, 'Usually, this is a good time to run, not to stand around like an idiot. But hey, I'm already dead. What's the worst that could happen?'

With a carefree mindset, I watched as two humanoid beings materialized atop the circle.

One resembled a typical Western anime stereotype: a young man, probably in the middle of their 20s, with blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.

The other was an aged man in their 60s clad in white robes with long white hair and a long white beard.

Blinking my nonexistent eyes, I exclaimed, "Holy shit! It's Gandalf!"

The old man standing a few meters in front of me carried an uncanny resemblance to Gandalf, which Ian McKellen played in the Lord of the Rings franchise.

*pfft*

My sudden outburst nearly caused the man beside Gandalf to laugh, though he struggled to hold it in, his shoulders were visibly shaking. 

"Ahem." With a cough, Gandalf turned his attention away from the western figure and focused on me. 

"Now then, young lad. Do you know what happened? Do you have any idea where you are?" Gandalf inquired, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

"Considering I'm now a floating gas sphere and have memories of being struck by a speeding truck, it means I'm either dead or in a coma, hallucinating. But let's assume I am already dead, and since this place doesn't look like heaven. This could either be a version of hell or a sign that those isekai novels are real. Maybe I'm now in the presence of a GOD or a reality-warping being like a ROB. In conclusion, I'd say I hit the jackpot?" I responded to Gandalf without a second thought as my creative mind began to run wild.

With a gaze filled with wisdom, Gandalf nodded and replied, "Actually, heaven and hell don't exist. Well, technically, they do exist in some realms inhabited by supernatural beings. But that's not what I'm here to discuss, so let's move on from that topic. I must say, you seem quite composed. Usually, people tend to cause drama when they discover they're already dead."

"I've always been an easygoing person and never thought too deeply about things. I believe that the more you think, the more problems arise, so it's better not to overthink. Anyway, are you sending me on an Isekai adventure like Konosuba, Smartphone, or maybe Tensura?" I asked, feeling enthusiastic about the adventure and not overly concerned about my death.

With a nod of understanding, Gandalf replied, "Now then, young lad. While it seems you long for adventure, I need to ask you for the sake of the process. You have a decision to make. Do you wish to enter the cycle of reincarnation? Typically, this is what happens to souls after death: their memories are erased, and they are reborn. Alternatively, as you suggested, you can travel to other worlds with your memories intact to fulfill a mission, similar to the isekai tropes you've mentioned.

But Before I could give my answer, Gandalf smiled before giving me a third option, "Or you can choose to join our organization. Considering that your soul is powerful enough to regain consciousness in the void of reincarnation allows you to enter a different path from the usual options available."

Hearing that there is a special option, I decided to hear it out.

While being an isekai protagonist sounds good, it is better not to pass on anything special.

"What's the name of the organization, and what does it do?" I muttered, my interest piqued.

With a sage-like smile, Gandalf continued his sales pitch, "Its name is the Omniversal System Distribution Organization. As the name implies, we are the ones responsible for system distributions for all the worlds in the omniverse. Although this is just one of the uncountable number of branches they have".

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Authors Note:

So, here I am trying to start writing again.

Upload schedule will probably be at least 3 times a week or 5 until I get the hang of writing again.

Also if possible, if you enjoy the fic, donate me some stones.

Just to make me motivated in writing, I mean, who wants to write if you feel like no one likes what you are writing anyways.

Esp when you feel like you did good but not a single stone nor comments, it feels bad.

Anyways, If I really get into it, I could at least make a daily chapter- well, that is if you guys throw enough stones.

Ehe~