A glowing ball of light floated in front of a projected screen, watching a certain anime fight scene, clicking its tongue.
"The animation is great and all, the story is great too, but the MC is just a little too naive and dense for my taste. Well, he is a Shounen protag, so I guess I can't really complain that much," the ball of light said to itself as the screen disappeared into the void in which it resided.
"Haa, this is boring. I've already finished both the anime and the manga, and I've read every fanfic of the series I could find. And now I don't have anything else to do," the ball of light muttered as it floated and flickered around.
"...Well, I could always create a universe based on the series and isekai someone into it... Hmm." The light ball paused, its light shifting as it began to think.
"Let's do that." A small mixing bowl slid out of a screen that had just appeared in front of it, and the ball of light went to work, completing the universe within a mere zeptosecond.
As it turned around, another screen appeared, displaying an innumerable number of floating lights catalogued neatly for it.
"Let's see... this one is good. Does know the series, has no knowledge except the basic idea due to how long ago he watched it originally... yes, he will be perfect," the light ball said, pucking the glowing orb from the screen.
When you're floating in space surrounded by numerous glowing balls of light, it gets boring after a while. I don't know how long I've been here; all I can say is that after Truck-Kun used me as a practice dummy, I ended up floating alongside these glowing balls—which I'm assuming are other souls.
Just as I was thinking that, I felt a sudden tug. The light began to spin around me, and my vision began to dissolve.
' WTF. '
When my vision returned, I found myself in a vast room, with a large glowing light ball floating in front of me.
' Is this where I get isekai'd? '
"Yes," a voice replied, as if reading my mind. I stiffened up. I know this thing is probably a ROB, and it's easy for it to read minds, but still—it's unsettling.
"So, um... can you grant wishes?" I asked nervously, looking at the glowing ball.
"Yes. But I won't."
' ...Huh? '
"Let me clarify. You'll be getting a package deal: you're going into the world of Black Clover—"
"Hey, wait just a minute! I haven't even watched that series in ages."
"But you know the general outline at least, right?"
"What do you mean, the general online? I only know that Asta was born without..." I trailed off. I had no idea where this was coming from. I'd only seen a few older trailers and videos of the opening song recently. So the only way this could be in my head was because of ROB reawakening my memories.
I looked at the light ball in surprise. I swear I could see a flicker of a smile under the glowing surface.
"...any magic. Thus, he isn't very powerful. Eventually, he gets a grimoire of anti-magic, joins the Black Bulls Magic Knight squad, and sets out on his quest to become the Wizard King or Magic Emperor, depending on the translation."
I could hear clapping coming from the light ball as it said, "Bravo. You, at least, have the basic info of the series down. Now, as a favor, I'll allow you to modify your appearance somewhat," the ROB added, as if that would somehow compensate him poking around in my head and messing with my mind.
"Don't be so down. If you want, you can keep floating here for all eternity, eventually going insane, losing all of your memories, and maybe eventually getting a shot at rebirth," the floating light ball said, already sounding like it had made up its mind.
"Wait, hold up..." As much as I didn't like the situation, I really didn't want to take my chances with whatever version of purgatory the ROB was describing.
"...What?"
"I never said I wouldn't go."
"So you want to proceed?" This bastard already knew my answer, but still wanted to hear me say it.
"I am extremely grateful for your ROB-sama's mercy in allowing me to—"
"Alright, alright, I get it, you can stop that..." I could hear the uneasiness in its voice. Honestly, I was cringing at my own words, too, but hey, at least I made it uncomfortable as payback.
"Get on with your modifications. And remember: don't do something unrealistic like a foot-long dick, alright?"
"...Yes, I understand."
Just as I said that, a new screen popped up in front of me, displaying a model of Asta— in all his short and ridiculously muscular glory.
"This is how you'll look by default at age fifteen. When you change it, you'll grow accordingly based on the established template."
"So I can edit things like height?"
"Yes."
I looked at the screen, thinking carefully.
First and foremost, I went with a much taller height—6'3". Same as my previous life. I also made my body leaner but increased both muscle and bone density accordingly so that their power output would remain the same. I didn't care much about my hairstyle; I could always cut it if I didn't like it.
And now, the most essential part: dick size. Well, ROB said to be realistic, so... let's go with 8 inches, shall we?
As soon as I edited it, I swear ROB gave me the stink eye. I could only smirk as I closed the interface, satisfied with my character design.
"I think I told you to be realistic?" ROB said, eyeing my screen.
"I am."
"My dear moronic bastard, do you really believe you'll be able to slay girls left and right with that thing?"
"Of course. I mean, since I'm going there anyway, I might as well enjoy myself."
"Do I have to remind you that you were a virgin in your previous life?"
"As I like to say, hope for the best, expect the worst."
"..."
I think I finally got the upper hand in this conversation.
"Alright, fine. I won't say anything else about your choices. But the only restriction I'm placing on you is that you can't go evil. Now, before you protest—I'm not saying you can't do bad stuff. As long as your good deeds outweigh the bad, I won't interfere. I want a good guy story. If I wanted a villain story, I wouldn't have chosen your sorry ass."
Honestly, I was okay with that. Thankfully, he didn't say I could only do good stuff. That would have made my life a living hell.
"Now, let me brief you on the package.
First: The System
You'll get a bare-bones system that you can upgrade by completing missions or collecting System Evolution Points—SEPs for short. You'll receive the system along with your grimoire, which will also serve as your inventory.
Second: Powers
They'll be related to anti-magic, meaning no Susanoo—stop daydreaming," ROB said, snapping me out of my fantasy.
"You've already increased your muscle and bone density, so you'll have higher physical strength than most people in that world. If you work hard, the system will help you along, but it won't spoon-feed you.
Third: Quests
You know the main quest— to become the Wizard King. The side quest system will identify what's essential for your growth and assign quests accordingly. You can also create your own—like defeating a group of enemies. The system will determine the rewards based on that.
Fourth: Otherworldly Items
There is a power cap on the items you can purchase from the store. No, you won't get the Sword of Rupture, the Dragon Slayer sword, or the Death Note. Those are too OP for someone like you."
"Hey!" Okay, he's not wrong, but damn—I really wanted to wield the Dragon Slayer.
The ROB ignored me and continued.
"As for skills, same deal. No Infinity, no Geass, no crazy broken stuff."
My heart shattered. No Infinity? Gojo-sensei would be disappointed.
"Gojo-sensei would kill you and then himself if he found out you were using his skills," The ROB added, reading my mind.
' Ouch. '
"As for your reincarnation, I'll just skip the whole childhood part. You'll simply reemerge at age twelve, after Asta suffers an unfortunate accident. You won't replace him, but rather subsume him. That gives you at most three years to adjust and train before receiving your system and grimoire.
Well, that's about the gist of it. Good luck—and don't die."