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In that radiant environment, where pure white permeated everything around, stood out a young man with fair skin, blue eyes, and light red hair.
Opening his eyes slowly, the young man surveyed his surroundings without understanding what was happening.
Then, something seemed to disturb him, and he opened his mouth to speak, uttering mockingly, "No fucking way! I'm dead!" To his surprise, he received no response at all, as the environment was completely empty.
Sitting on the ground, he began to laugh uncontrollably, like a madman. "HA HA HA HA HA," the young man continued laughing like an idiot for a long period until, suddenly, he started punching himself in the head.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot! What was I thinking trying to survive the elevator fall?" the young man said in a regretful tone.
"I would also like to know. It's not every day I meet a soul that tries to jump before the elevator crashes to the ground," replied a voice, making him jump in surprise.
Looking in the direction where the voice had come from, he found absolutely nothing, or rather, the same white space.
The young man then casually said, "You must be God, I presume." After a few seconds of silence, the voice spoke again:
"Yes, it's me!" said God. The young man sighed defeated, discarding any hope of still being alive and considering that this could be a dream. For some reason, he knew that the being he was conversing with was indeed God.
"So, what happens now?" he asked. "Well, that depends on your choice, although I already know," replied God.
The young man sighed internally, wishing to skip all that conversation and wondering if there was a "Skip" button like in games.
"What are my options?" he asked, bored.
"You can live in peace in a dimension where most souls reside, or you can be reincarnated with the memories of your past life," explained the voice.
The young man narrowed his eyes and asked, "How does this dimension work? It's unlikely that people simply live in peace like a society." He said this because he was a politician before he died and knew how humans struggled to coexist in a free society.
"That's an easy question to answer. In that dimension, negative emotions and concepts are suppressed, so no form of life seeks conflict," affirmed God.
"So basically, I wouldn't have the freedom to be myself. It's not my style to live in a place like that for eternity," said the young man.
"Well, you could choose to reincarnate if you requested it from the dimension's administration, but you would have your memories erased as a penalty," explained the voice.
"So essentially, this dimension serves for people to take a vacation," observed the young man, pondering how people would react if they knew that paradise was already guaranteed after death.
"Well, that's not entirely true. Bad people, for example, go through a rehabilitation process before reincarnating and dying again," said the voice.
The young man shrugged, wondering if a supposed German dictator would still be in rehabilitation.
"Yes, he still is. He's a disturbed individual, it will probably take some time for him to understand his mistakes and be tested again," revealed God.
The young man, somewhat resentful, expressed, "I hope he has a long stay there." After all, as a descendant of Jews, although not a practicing one.
The discussion raised numerous questions in his mind, and he wondered what would be the best option given the alternatives presented.
"Enough talk, it's time to make your choice," said God.
"I want to be reincarnated, but I'm sure you already knew that," said the young man
"Tell me already, I know there's more to it," God retorted.
"Why don't you just reincarnate me directly, skipping all this conversation?" the young man questioned.
"You humans are so rebellious. You always argue with me about the way you reincarnate. So, after a while, I started recording these dialogues as a counter-argument, debunking your tedious narratives. Being a politician before you died, you should understand the need for that," explained God, tired as he recalled these situations.
"As a politician and a born debater, I understand that need," said the young man, remembering a figure that had greatly influenced his development in eristic dialectics.
"For the love of me, don't make me remember that guy," exclaimed God, exasperated.
"Well, what are the chances of me reincarnating into fictional worlds?" the young man asked, recalling some interesting stories he had read or watched.
"It depends on your luck. After all, there's still a possibility of you reincarnating on Earth," answered God, conjuring a gigantic roulette wheel with a magnifying glass in front of the young man, pointing to a spot that read "Earth3-141592653589793238...".
"There must be so many worlds there!" exclaimed the young man, approaching the roulette wheel and noticing a lever that appeared by his side.
"When you're ready, just pull the lever and find out your fate," said God.
Extending his hand, the young man pulled the lever in a dramatic motion, using all his physical strength.
As he saw the roulette wheel spin and pass through various different worlds, most of them unknown, the wheel finally stopped.
"Naruto?" the young man wondered, contemplating the probability of that happening.
"You got really lucky. Pulling one of the 'Big 3' from your era will certainly help you in some way," affirmed God.
"Wow! I would have preferred to be reborn on Earth! This world has so many problems," said the young man, slightly concerned. Although he was familiar with the story of Naruto, he wasn't an expert on the subject.
"Look on the bright side, you know this fictional universe. It will be a thousand times easier to navigate and plan your steps," God tried to cheer him up.
The young man simply expressed his discontent by grumbling under his breath in response.
"Don't be like that. You can still spin the wheel of abilities. It would be amazing if you could get a powerful skill, like manipulating a concept," said God, dissipating the Wheel of Worlds and summoning the Wheel of Abilities.
Without wasting any time, the young man angrily pulled the lever of the wheel again. After a few seconds, the wheel stopped at Biological Manipulation.
"Unexpected," said the young man, showing interest.
"Oh, you've acquired an interesting ability. If used correctly, you could quickly rise to the top of this universe. However, depending on the methods you employ, you might also find yourself involved in the process of rehabilitation after death," God warned, displaying interest.
"Don't worry, I'm not a saint, but I'm not an evil person either," reassured the young man, contemplating ways to use this ability without becoming a mad scientist.
"Well, have a good journey," said God.
Feeling a pull in his body, the young man couldn't bid farewell before simply vanishing from the White Room.
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