Kai's awareness returned not with a choir of angels or a dramatic thunderclap.It returned with… elevator music.
He cracked one eye open. Endless space stretched around him, but instead of glowing white serenity, it looked like a cosmic convention center. Comic book covers drifted through the air like confetti. Anime panels floated lazily past. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear the faint echoes of "Kamehamehaaa!" on loop.
"Uh," Kai muttered. "So either I died… or I fell asleep at Comic-Con and never woke up."
"Close enough!" boomed a voice that was half game-show host, half omnipotent trickster.
A figure appeared before him, cloaked in galaxies, but also wearing a sparkly blazer that would've put Liberace to shame. He carried a giant microphone like they were about to film an episode of Who Wants to Be Reincarnated Anyway?
"Welcome, contestant!" the figure declared. "I'm your host, the Cosmic Editor! God's busy golfing, Death is swamped with paperwork, so today, you get me."
Kai blinked. "…You look like you should be announcing lottery numbers."
The Editor grinned. "Funny you should say that. Because today… you are the lottery. Congratulations, you've won a one-way ticket to Rebirth™!"
Neon confetti rained down from nowhere. A big sign blinked above them:
[DO YOU WANT TO REINCARNATE? Y/N]
Kai's jaw dropped. "Wait. This is an actual isekai? Like, for real?"
"Yep! You died doing something noble, blah blah paperwork, and now you get the premium package: new life, new world, new powers."
Kai didn't even think. "Yes. 100% yes."
The Editor snapped his fingers, and two glowing doors appeared in midair.
"Now then, contestant! Door number one: Anime World with Comic Powers. Door number two: Comic World with Anime Powers."
The doors flashed like casino jackpots.
Kai stared, his inner nerd screaming. "So I can either be in Naruto with Batman powers, or in DC with Jujutsu Kaisen powers?"
"Exactly!"
Kai didn't hesitate. "Comic world, anime powers. Lock it in. Final answer."
"Atta boy!" The Editor clapped, and with a thunderous KA-CHUNK, a massive wheel appeared, towering over them like the Wheel of Fortune had just eaten a black hole. Each glowing wedge was labeled with something absurd: Devil Fruit Grab Bag, Stand Lottery, Sharingan Starter Pack, Quirk Surprise, Titan Shifter Mystery Box, Bankai Bundle, Discount Power Rangers Kit.
The Editor pulled out a comically oversized lever. "Let's spin that fate!"
The wheel roared to life, neon streaks blurring as it spun.
Kai clasped his hands. "Please be something cool. Please not Chop-Chop Fruit. I don't want to be Gotham's Mr. Potato Head."
The wheel slowed. Click. Click. Click.
It landed on a wedge that blazed gold:
"Busted JJK Sorcerer Troupe."
The void went silent.
"…What the hell does that mean?" Kai asked nervously.
The Editor whistled. "Oh, kid. You just pulled the god pack. Gojo's Limitless and Six Eyes? Yours. Sukuna's cursed energy and Malevolent Shrine? Also yours. Mahoraga's adaptation? Yup. Nanami's overtime, Todo's Boogie Woogie, Megumi's shikigami — basically every busted Jujutsu skill we could cram into one prize box."
Kai's jaw hit the floor. "…So… I'm basically anime God?"
"Pretty much."
Suddenly, the wedge flickered, and a tiny glowing add-on pulsed into view: +OFA.
The Editor froze, then burst out laughing. "Ohhh, no way. You got a two-for-one bonus. On top of all that JJK nonsense, you just scored One For All from My Hero Academia. Congratulations, champ. You are officially broken."
Kai jumped, pumping his fists. "YES! Gotham's not ready for this!"
The Editor coughed. "Uh… correction. You might not be in Gotham."
Another massive wheel appeared, this one covered in glowing city names and universes: Metropolis, Gotham, Blüdhaven, Marvel 616, Invincible-Verse, Star City, Coast City, DC New York.
"Round two," the Editor said smugly. "Spin for your new home."
Kai gulped and spun. The wheel clattered like a slot machine gone rogue. Click. Click. Click.
It landed on: DC – New York City.
The Editor grinned. "Well, well, well. Not Batman's personal angst dungeon, not Superman's postcard utopia… Nope! You get DC New York! Home to crime syndicates, magic cults, and the most stressed people in America. Congratulations, you just unlocked permanent chaos."
Kai's eyes lit up. "That's… that's perfect. I can build my own legend here. No living in Batman's shadow, no stealing Superman's thunder. This is my city."
The Editor wagged a finger. "Don't get cocky, kid. Villains there don't play nice. You'll have mob bosses, corrupt politicians, and super-criminals who don't need costumes to be terrifying. But hey — fun playground for your busted power set!"
Kai fist-pumped. "Let's gooo!"
The Editor chuckled. "Oh, almost forgot. That little bonus power — One For All? Yeah, that wasn't free. Means you're on my entertainment plan. At some point in your new life, I'm plucking you out and dropping you into another world. Could be Marvel. Could be Dragon Ball. Could be Dora the Explorer."
Kai paled. "Dora?"
"Swiper, no swiping… unless he's packing cursed energy," the Editor deadpanned.
Kai groaned. "Fine. But if I'm your circus act, I want one more wish."
The Editor leaned on his mic. "Ohhh, bold. What do you want, champ? Money? Immortality? A harem?"
Kai didn't hesitate. "I want the ultimate phone. With the smartest AI ever. Infinite battery, indestructible, waterproof, space-proof, preloaded with every anime, manga, comic, movie, game, and song from my old world. Plus matching headphones and a smartwatch."
The Editor blinked. Then cackled. "Out of all the things you could've asked for, you chose Netflix on steroids. Respect."
With a snap, a sleek black phone appeared in Kai's hand, glowing with cosmic circuitry. The headphones slid over his ears, adjusting perfectly, and the watch synced to his pulse. The phone lit up.
A smooth, confident voice spoke: "Hello, Kai. I am Ava. Your personal assistant, tactical support, and streaming service. Also, you're using cursed energy wrong. We'll fix that."
Kai's eyes welled up. "Best. Wish. Ever."
The Editor clapped his hands. "Alright, champ. Show's over. Time to yeet you into your new arc."
Before Kai could respond, the Editor slapped a glowing sticker on his chest that read: GOOD LUCK, HAVE FUN.
The void swirled into a spiraling portal, sucking Kai in.
His last sight was the Editor waving like a maniac and shouting:
"Don't get mugged in your first week!"
And just like that, Kai was gone — hurled headfirst into the chaos of DC New York, armed with infinite anime power, a sass-loaded AI, and zero idea what he was doing.