Victor Hargrove floated in the void, his mind racing with questions and doubts. Why wasn't he burning in the pits of hell for his atrocities? Was this the punishment for his sins, an endless void with no escape? He couldn't feel his body, couldn't sense time passing, but he knew he was conscious. Determined to keep his sanity, he remembered what Senku from Dr. Stone had done—counted the seconds.
"One... two... three..." he began, his mental voice steady. The numbers rolled in his mind, a continuous stream that kept him grounded. Time stretched endlessly as he counted, his mind unwavering.
"Eight hundred million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine... one billion."
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the void, rich and resonant. "Impressive, mortal."
Victor's eyes, or what he perceived as his eyes, snapped open. The void around him shifted, and he found himself standing before a massive being, its form radiant and incomprehensible. The being's presence was overwhelming, and Victor felt both insignificant and profoundly seen.
"You haven't burned in the pits of hell," the being said, its voice a harmonious blend of tones. "You have demonstrated a determination and resilience that I rarely witness. You counted for nearly thirty years in your celestial bodies' time."
Victor felt a surge of emotions—relief, curiosity, fear. "Who are you?" he managed to ask, his voice trembling.
The being's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I am beyond your understanding, but you may call me the Arbiter. I have watched your life, Victor Hargrove, and I find it... intriguing. I will send you to a universe that aligns with your heart's deepest desires. You may ask for one wish."
Victor's mind raced. He weighed the pros and cons of accepting anything from this being. Was this another manipulation, another way to control him? But he quickly realized that if the Arbiter wished, it could make him suffer in ways he couldn't even comprehend.
"I accept your offer," Victor said, his voice steadying. "But I have two requests."
The Arbiter laughed, a sound that echoed through the void. "You are a peculiar mortal, indeed. I am granting you so much already, yet you yearn for more. Very well, speak your desires."
Victor took a deep breath. "First, I wish for a magical bank account with four hundred billion dollars in untraceable funds. I want to be able to think of an amount and have it appear before me, deducting from my balance. This account should function everywhere like a normal card. Second, I want the same in the major intergalactic currency used in the universe you're sending me to."
The Arbiter's laughter boomed again, shaking the very fabric of the dimension. "Ambitious and cunning, as always. Very well, I will grant your wishes." The being snapped its fingers, and Victor felt a surge of power envelop him.
"You better entertain me, boy," the Arbiter said, its smile enigmatic—neither wicked nor genuine. "Now, go."
With a final laugh that reverberated through the void, Victor was pulled through a swirling portal. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a blend of euphoria and terror, as if his very essence was being reconstituted.
Victor awoke with a startle, he glanced around to see his surroundings but found it that he was in a large and grandiose bedroom.
Checking his hand and body as he looks down victor notices that the body seems to be a hound teenager. He notes the average Caucasian body and that the body seems to be in good enough shape.
Victor then sighs and lays back down as he decides to continue sleeping as it is still night, and the memories of this body still hasn't came to him as of yet.
As Victor embraces slumber he decides to make the most of whatever world this is.
A/N short chapter I know but it's just a beginning you know can't really make them long as I'm new to this whole thing.