**2AM**
*There was a slight movement in the room*
"What time is it ?"
*She checked the time and went to the kitchen to grasp a glass of water before going back to sleep*
*The room was filled with the soft voices of her snores along with the voice of cold night*
*Suddenly everything went silent and the surface below disappeared living it a blank white space*
*A voice filled the room*
Wake up experiment no.56
"Wake up," the voice said again, firm but with a hint of exasperation.
The girl, lying on the ground, tried to open her eyes but was greeted by darkness. She blinked a few times, her vision gradually adjusting. Finally, she caught sight of a tall, lean man seated on a throne, his long black hair tied in a sleek ponytail. Beneath him, the floor was blanketed in vibrant flowers.
As he stood and moved toward her, the flowers seemed to worship him, blooming in reverence under his every step. He stopped a few feet away, leaning slightly forward, and met her gaze with his striking golden eyes.
"Ask for whatever you desire, Experiment No. 56," he said, his voice smooth but commanding.
The girl gawked at him, her jaw slack, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her mind scrambled to process the surreal scene before her, disbelief written all over her face. Convinced it was a dream, she squeezed her eyes shut again.
"Hey, wake up!" the man said, his tone laced with sarcasm. "How can you ignore a beauty like me?"
He crouched down and shook her gently, but when she still refused to respond, he let out a dramatic sigh and stood back up, clearly annoyed. With a smoldering glare, he leaned in closer. "You're really testing my patience here."
She finally cracked an eye open, her face a mix of confusion and defiance. "What do you want from me?"
The man smirked, his expression effortlessly arrogant. "Let's start over." He stepped back, gesturing grandly. "I am no ordinary being. I'm the one you mortals worship—your savior, your answer to every hopeless romantic dream."
Her brows furrowed. "Wait... you mean God?"
"Precisely," he said, flipping his hair dramatically. "But not just any god. I'm the Otaku God, the reason isekai exists, the very foundation of your weeb fantasies." His voice carried an infuriating mix of charm and smugness.
Her eyes widened in awe. "You're serious?"
"Of course I am!" he declared, his grin flashing brilliantly. "And now, as your gracious Otaku God, I'll grant you the ultimate honor: meeting your favorite character. So, go ahead, state your wish."
She bolted upright, her excitement bubbling over. "Gojo Satoru!" she nearly screamed, grabbing his arm to steady herself.
He chuckled knowingly, his golden eyes gleaming. "Gojo Satoru, huh?" He crossed his arms, his smirk widening. "I figured as much. I've already made the preparations. Your booking's done."
Her heart nearly exploded with joy. "Really?! When do I get to meet him?"
He pulled out a ridiculously long scroll, unraveling it with a flourish. After scanning it dramatically, he frowned. "Ah, here it is... your meeting is scheduled for... another century."
"Another century?!" she yelled, her jaw dropping.
The god raised a brow, clearly enjoying her despair. "What did you expect? A man like Gojo Satoru doesn't come cheap. There's a whole line of fangirls—and fanboys—waiting for their turn. But hey, you can always pick another character."
"Fine," she said, pouting. "What about Levi Ackerman?"
He paused, tilting his head as if analyzing her. "Levi Ackerman? Hmm... no, that won't work. You're not exactly... physically capable. He'd crush you in a second."
"Excuse me?!" she shouted, offended.
He shrugged with mock sympathy. "I took a good, hard look at your daily routine. Let me tell you—it's shocking. All you do is eat, sleep, and binge anime. You're basically a glorified sloth with Wi-Fi."
Her face turned bright red as she sputtered, "You're making me feel useless!"
He gave her a dazzling, infuriatingly smug grin. "I'm just being honest. Improve your stats, Experiment No. 56, and maybe I'll reconsider."
She glared at him, torn between indignation and determination. "I'll show you, you arrogant otaku god!"
His laughter echoed in the room. "Good luck with that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to—like admiring my own perfection."
The god tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, if you're really determined, I know one anime where you might actually prove yourself."
Her eyes widened with curiosity. "What? Which one?"
"Ever heard of Tokyo Revengers?"
The moment those words left his mouth, her face lit up like a firework display. "Tokyo Revengers?!" she gasped, sitting up straighter. "You mean... I can choose anyone from Tokyo Revengers?"
The god chuckled, clearly amused by her enthusiasm. "Why not?"
Her heart raced, and her voice bubbled with pure excitement. "Then... then what about Keisuke Baji?" she blurted out, her cheeks flushed and her dark brown eyes sparkling with joy. "I want to go to Tokyo Revengers and be close to Baji Keisuke!"
The god raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes glinting as he pulled out a mysterious black book with glowing blue letters etched across its pages. "Baji, huh? Not a bad choice," he said, flipping through the book's pages with an air of authority.
She leaned forward, practically bouncing with excitement. "So, you'll really send me? I can't believe this is happening!"
He held up a hand, silencing her with a knowing smirk. "Calm down. Let me do my thing."
With that, he began murmuring an incantation, his voice low and resonant. The room filled with a shimmering blue light, and the words on the pages began to glow brighter, casting shadows that danced around the room like flickering flames.
Her chest tightened with anticipation, her fists clenched against her sides as her joy threatened to overflow. "This is real... this is really happening," she whispered, her grin widening with every passing second.
The god glanced up from the book, his golden eyes meeting hers with a playful gleam. "You're awfully excited, aren't you?"
"Of course I am!" she exclaimed, practically shouting. "It's Baji Keisuke we're talking about! He's strong, loyal, and just so... so cool!"
The god snorted, shaking his head. "You weebs and your obsessions," he muttered under his breath before returning to the enchantment.
Finally, he snapped the book shut, the blue light fading as quickly as it had appeared. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin. "All right, your wish is granted. You're going to Tokyo Revengers."
Her joy burst free, and she jumped to her feet, almost tackling him with her excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed, twirling around.
"Yeah, yeah," the god said, brushing off her gratitude. "But remember, Tokyo Revengers isn't all fun and games. You'll need to prove yourself there. Survive the fights, earn respect, and, oh—try not to get yourself killed."
She froze mid-spin, her excitement faltering for a moment as reality hit her. But the fire in her eyes reignited almost instantly. "I'll do it! Whatever it takes, I'll prove myself!"
The god smirked, crossing his arms. "Good. Then go make your mark... and try not to embarrass me."
With a flash of blue light, the room around her began to dissolve, and she felt herself being pulled into a new world. Her heart pounded in her chest as she whispered, "Baji, here I come."