Drake was a loving kid, he would help wherever he could, give compliments to people he saw, everyone in his school and the neighbourhood loved and respected him. But theres two sides to every story, and the same goes for his emotions, people would stare, sneer, judge and pity theres also one more thing you don't know about drake, he was disabled, paralysed to be specific it was from a gunshot wound he received as a child during a bank robbery people would say that everybody loved him but he knew those words were empty, he saw the looks, he saw how kids would view him in disgust as he drove down the pavement in his manual wheelchair, it was like he was an alien, an Extraterrestrial walking down the road, 'i'm human, I bleed red, what are you laughing at? WHAT THE F*CK IS THERE TO LAUGH AT?! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE YOU UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL YOU ABLE-BODIED BASTARDS IT MAKES ME SICK, YOU'RE GENUINELY REPULSIVE!' Is what he wanted to say he just couldn't bring himself to he curses himself, he curses his needless kindhearted nature, it was embarrassing to say the least, to have your mother wipe his own ass for him must've come first on the embarrassment index for him. One day as him and his mother were returning from the grocery store he realised something, his seatbelt wasn't on he was just about to get his mothers attention before they came to a sudden stop, CRACK* his head collided with the asphalt ground before turning from a colourless grey, to a strong red, he couldn't stress how much this hurt but he didn't complain, sure this death wasn't ideal, but it was still death it was still release, something he couldn't even bring himself for the depressing 16 years of his life slowly but surely, he passed out.
'Hm? Didn't I just die a second ago? Or does God want me to stick around for a little longer and watch me suffer.'
Drake looked up to see a man with four arms paired with sky blue skin and shoulder length black hair. This man didn't scare him as much as he surprised him, for the longest time, Drake had gotten used to being the only freak in the room so seeing this man was a change of paste.
'Wh-' 'Vishnu, the name is Vishnu and I'd appreciate if you didn't refer to me as a freak.' He says in a slightly vexed tone. 'Sorry that wasn't very kind of me, my names Drake.' Vishnu looked hesitantly before saying, 'It's alright young one, it's common to think something such as that after seeing someone so... peculiar.' He stares blankly into a random direction in disdain, he obviously didn't like saying that, he looks at Drake smiling, 'I've felt the blunt of your hatred, the roots of your anger, it's dangerous, your emotions are contagious to us gods if I kept reading your emotions, i'd have transformed into a Fallen Deity and frankly we can't have that, I've figured i'll have you cool off, heal, we've decided we'll send you to a world of your choosing with 5 wishes to ensure your survival, these wishes will be accepted so long as they do not pose an immediate threat to us Gods, please hurry i'm running late I hope you understand.' Drake stuttered paused, thought and regained his composure all in quick succession.
'My first wish would be to reincarnate into One Piece.' Before Drake could continue, Vishnu says 'You'll have an able body so don't wish for that.' Drake pretends not to hear this but curses him under his breath. 'My second wish will be 50x experience. My third wish'll be to look like Ban naturally as I age. My fourth wish would be Unlimited Physical Potential with the benefit of not growing any more muscles past a certain point. And my fifth wish'll be Instant Mastery of anything I see or do.' Vishnu didn't look too bothered by these wishes but hurriedly sends Drake off 'Don't take this for granted kid.' 'I wont!' Drake says visibly getting more excited.
He wakes up half confused and half panicked in a confined space.