The blinding light receded slowly, like curtains drawing back to reveal a stage. Mark blinked rapidly, his vision swimming with afterimages as his eyes struggled to adjust.
When the white spots finally faded, he found himself standing in what appeared to be an abandoned carnival.
Rusty carousel horses frozen mid-gallop. A Ferris wheel motionless against a slate-gray sky. Colorful booths lined up in rows, their prizes still hanging untouched, their games unmanned. Everything stood perfectly preserved yet utterly deserted, as if the entire carnival had been evacuated in an instant and left exactly as it was.
No breeze stirred the faded flags. No birds called overhead. The silence pressed against Mark's ears like cotton wool, absolute and unnatural.
"Am I...?" Mark patted his chest, surprised to find it solid. The truck had been inches away. He remembered the driver's horrified expression, the certainty of impact. Yet here he stood, apparently whole.
A sharp click echoed through the empty fairgrounds, followed by the electric hum of power surging. A single spotlight blazed to life, illuminating a stage Mark hadn't noticed before. In its harsh white beam stood a man.
No, not just a man. The most ridiculously good-looking human being Mark had ever seen. Tall and impeccably proportioned, with features that seemed designed by committee to hit every possible marker of conventional attractiveness.
He wore a sequined purple jacket over a pristine white shirt, black pants so perfectly tailored they might have been painted on, and shoes that gleamed like mirrors.
The man held a vintage microphone in one manicured hand, his smile dazzling enough to power small countries.
"Hello, hello, everybody!" The voice boomed across the empty carnival grounds, echoing off silent rides and abandoned stalls. "As you can see, one of our lucky winners has arrived!"
The man spread his arms wide, as if addressing a packed stadium rather than a single confused teenager in an empty carnival.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Mark raised his hands, cutting through the bombastic introduction. His fingers trembled slightly, but his voice held firm. "What the hell is going on? Didn't I die?"
The spotlight on the man intensified, his smile growing impossibly wider. He leaned into the microphone, his eyes twinkling with delight.
"Oh, you absolutely did! Splattered across Main Street like strawberry jam on toast." He made a squelching sound effect with his mouth, then burst into theatrical laughter. "That truck driver won't sleep well for months."
Mark's stomach lurched. The casual description of his death—his actual death—hit him like a physical blow.
"But... how am I...?" Mark gestured at himself, at the bizarre carnival around them.
"How are you here? Conscious? Able to have this fascinating conversation?" The man twirled the microphone cord between his fingers. "Well, I peeked through your memories—hope you don't mind the invasion of privacy—and figured you'd have some idea.
All those little Japanese cartoons and novels you consume? The ones where ordinary losers get whisked away to magical worlds after tragic accidents?"
Mark's mouth fell open. "Are you saying I'm being... isekai'd?"
"There's the word!" The man snapped his fingers, and confetti burst from nowhere, falling around Mark in a shower of color. "You humans and your adorable terminology. Though I prefer the term 'reincarnation with a twist,' personally."
The man hopped down from the stage, landing with impossible grace. Up close, his perfection seemed even more unnatural—skin too smooth, eyes too bright, movements too fluid.
"You've been randomly chosen for a special opportunity. Aren't you the lucky one?" He circled Mark slowly, looking him up and down like a curiosity in a museum. "Though between us, the random selection process might have been... let's say... influenced by my own entertainment needs."
"Your entertainment?" Mark took a step back.
"Of course! Did you think this was some cosmic justice system?" The man threw back his head and laughed. "I'm giving you a second chance because I'm bored.
Mark stared at the immaculately dressed being, his mind racing through possibilities. Was this actually happening? Or was this some bizarre hallucination as his brain shut down after the accident?
"So, what if I don't want to be reincarnated?" Mark crossed his arms, trying to mask his trembling hands. "What if I'd prefer, I don't know, regular old death? Or heaven? Or whatever's supposed to come next?"
The god's perfect features shifted into an expression of mock surprise. His eyebrows arched dramatically as he placed a hand over his heart.
"Don't want to?" He repeated the words as if they were a foreign concept he'd never encountered before. The theatrical pause stretched uncomfortably before his face split into a predatory smile. "Too bad. This isn't about you. It's about me having fun."
The casual cruelty in those words hit Mark harder than the truck had. His shoulders slumped as the reality of his situation sank in. He wasn't being offered a choice—he was being told what would happen.
"That's... that's messed up," Mark whispered.
"Is it?" The god tilted his head, genuinely curious. "I'm giving you another life when yours ended. Most would call that generous."
With a flourish of his hands, the air beside him rippled and tore. Two massive wheels materialized, hovering a few feet off the ground. They towered over both of them, at least twelve feet in diameter, their surfaces divided into colorful segments like carnival prize wheels.
The first wheel bore the word "WORLD" in glittering letters across its center. Each segment contained different landscapes—a medieval castle, a futuristic cityscape, a lush jungle, a desolate wasteland.
The second wheel, labeled "FORM/POWER," displayed an assortment of silhouettes and symbols—human figures, monstrous shapes, elemental icons, and abstract representations Mark couldn't identify.
"The rules are simple," the god said, running his fingers along the edge of the first wheel. "You spin, you get what fate decides. Or rather, what I decide fate decides." He winked.
Mark approached the wheels cautiously. "And if I refuse to spin them?"
The god's smile never faltered, but something cold flickered in his eyes. "Then I'll assign you something truly spectacular. And by spectacular, I mean awful. Just for laughs." He leaned in, his perfect teeth gleaming. "Trust me, you'll want to take your chances with the wheels."
Mark glanced between the towering wheels and the god's expectant face. The being's perfect smile never wavered, but something predatory lurked behind those too-bright eyes. Was he bluffing about making things worse? Mark couldn't risk it.
"Fine," he muttered, stepping toward the first wheel. "Not like I have much choice."
"That's the spirit!" The god clapped his hands together. "Or rather, that's the accurate assessment of your complete lack of agency in this situation!"
Mark's hand trembled as he reached for the "WORLD" wheel. The surface felt strangely warm beneath his fingers, almost alive. He gave it a hard push, watching as it spun in a blur of colors and landscapes.
The wheel gradually slowed, the pointer clicking past medieval castles and alien planets until finally settling on a segment showing a stylized cityscape with comic-book heroes flying overhead.
"MCU plus Marvel Comics!" The god announced with the enthusiasm of a game show host. "Earth, but with superheroes, villains, cosmic entities, and all that delightful chaos! Interesting choice!"
"I didn't choose anything," Mark protested. "The wheel—"
"Semantics," the god waved dismissively. "Now for the second wheel! What form will you take in this world of spandex and superpowers?"
Mark approached the "FORM/POWER" wheel with growing dread. Something told him this spin would determine far more than just abilities. With a reluctant push, he set it spinning.
The wheel whirled for what seemed like an eternity before gradually slowing. The pointer hovered between options, finally clicking to a stop on a silhouette of a woman with long hair and a military-style uniform.
"Esdeath!" The god exclaimed, clapping his hands in delight. "Oh, how fascinating!"
Mark stared at the image, recognition dawning. "Wait... Esdeath? The ice general?" His face paled. "But that's impossible. I'm a guy!"
The god's perfect features arranged themselves into an expression of mock sympathy, though his eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Were a guy," he corrected smugly, emphasizing the past tense. "Not anymore!"
The god circled Mark, examining him as if already seeing the transformation. "You'll make quite the striking ice queen, I must say. All that power, wrapped in such a... different package than you're used to."
Mark's breath caught in his throat. "You can't be serious. You're changing my gender?"
"Among other things," the god chuckled, clearly enjoying Mark's distress. "New body, new powers, new... everything! Isn't reincarnation wonderful?"
Also one thing no matter who it is they won't be able to read your memories when it comes relating to stuff About your past life it's a bit of a taboo to reveal that especially if where you get reincarnated into is a fictional World it's not good for you to release that information of the god says
Before Mark can reply, an invisible force shoves him backward into darkness, ending the scene.
A flash of gold light erupted between the two wheels, causing Mark to stumble backward. The air rippled and tore as a third massive wheel materialized, hovering ominously beside the others.
Unlike the colorful segments of the previous wheels, this one gleamed with a sinister obsidian sheen, its sections marked with glowing crimson symbols. Across its center, ornate letters spelled out "SIN EXTRACT."
"What the hell is that?" Mark's voice cracked as he pointed at the new wheel. "You said there were only two!"
"Did I?" The god tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I don't recall making any promises about the number of wheels. Besides, what's a good reincarnation without a little... complication?"
"No way. I'm not spinning that thing." Mark backed away, shaking his head.
The god's perfect smile never faltered. "Who said anything about you spinning it?"
With a casual flick of his wrist, the god sent the wheel spinning at dizzying speed. The obsidian surface blurred as it rotated, the crimson symbols leaving trails of light like bloody streaks.
"Stop!" Mark lunged forward, but an invisible barrier held him back.
The wheel gradually slowed, the pointer clicking past segments labeled Wrath, Gluttony, and Pride before settling with finality on Lust. The symbol pulsed with an unnatural light.
"Lust!" The god clapped his hands together in delight. "Oh, this will be entertaining."
Mark's face drained of color. "What does that mean? What are you doing to me?"
"Welp, hope you can handle that one." The god's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. "The demon extract of Lust combined with Esdeath's... proclivities? Should be quite the show."
He stepped closer to Mark, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, reincarnated souls bring me such joy. All that confusion, adaptation, struggle—it's better than any reality show. And I'm not completely heartless! Your family will enjoy better luck from now on. A small token of my appreciation for your... participation."
Mark opened his mouth to protest, but the god raised a warning finger.
"One more thing—a universal rule. No matter who you encounter, they won't be able to read memories relating to your past life. It's taboo to reveal that, especially when reincarnated into what was once fiction to you. Bad things happen to those who break this rule."
"Wait, I still have questions—"
"Sorry, time's up!" The god snapped his fingers. "The show must go on!"
Before Mark could reply, an invisible force slammed into his chest, shoving him backward into a yawning darkness that hadn't been there moments before. He fell, screaming silently as the carnival and the god's mocking smile faded from view.
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OK so The whole lust thing I don't know how important it will be I mostly added it because I wanted to make this story a harem with about four different love interests which will all be girls And she was so have to put effort into making sure they will like her they won't just look at her and immediately fall in love but yeah and I just found this to be the most simple way to do it But maybe I'll make it more important in the future I don't know like I said before I'm just writing things as they come to me so hopefully this doesn't bother anyone too much and for the love interest the only Person I'm set on adding is magik I really started liking her because of Marvel Rivals I'm not sure how I will do it but I'll do it somehow and the rest Of the love interest are up for debate so you can leave it in the comments who would you like to see.