Reborn with the most cliché superpower, without weakness. Enhanced strength, flight, laser eyes, freeze breath, flame breath, extreme durability and high speed analysis. She is, essentially, the perfect superhero. But the thing is, she isn't interes...
The skeletal looking rather cute grim reaper nodded with a little clacking of his loose bones.
"Yup."
"Is there gonna be kryptonite wherever I end up?"
"Well, no. You're basically invincible and you can only die from old age, which is to say really really old. Isn't this easy? Now you can't refuse-"
"Well I still refuse. Bitch. I don't wanna be Saitama. Power is great and all but I have no use for it."
"Even though you might think otherwise in the future?"
"Well, if course it would be nice to have things without working hard for them, and have something to support my laziness, but it'll make the future kinda pointless to me. I don't want to enter some world and play hero for the characters. That's their life. And sure they influenced me a lot but they're fine the way they are, nothing needs to change."
The grim reaper sighed.
"You're a tough cookie to crack."
"That's because you don't crack cookies, you crack nuts. And I'm a chewy cookie person."
"Right. How about this, all you need to do is go there. No hero business no plot no nothing."
"That would be great. But there's always a catch. What's the fucking catch."
"Patience patience."
"I've waited for the majority of my life for blissful unconscious death and you're not giving it to me, I have a right to be impatient. As a living thing."
"Yikes, brutal. Well, how about a warm and loving family?"
"No."
"I'll take away your memories if you want."
"Absolutely not."
"But why? You always wish you could forget or disappear or not have been born."
"But right now, nothing exists except me and you standing in the way of my happy end."
"You committed suicide."
"Happy ending."
"Then what was your dream?"
"The one I said I had or the one I never let go of?"
"You're very self aware. The latter."
"To own and run a bakery cafe type spot."
"And if I gave that to you?"
"You'll have to ensure a couple of other things."
"So you'll consider?"
"Yes. But I'm not going to compromise."
"So you do have some ambition."
"Just enough to survive for about 19 years."
"Well, what do you need?"
"A shop,you can leave it empty. Oh, but with nice wooden benches."
"Oh that makes sense. Where do you want it?"
"Close to a main road, but somewhere you have to get lost to find."
"Gotcha. Housing?"
"Preferably close to the shop, if you feel like it the same building would make the daily commute easier."
"Right. Park or no park?"
"Park for parking? Hell no I don't need a car."
"I meant park as in... like a public park."
"Like a reserve?"
"... you know what, I'll just make it a damn forest."
"How will there be a forest," she deadpanned.
"Don't worry about it. You'll have your tree smells in the morning within a reasonable distance."
"Nice."
"Anything else you need?"
"Who is my benefactor? Cuz I can't just pop up in the middle of nowhere without any money. Or a contract for that matter. And a safe."
"I'll just be your benefactor."
"But you're busy collecting souls."
"No I'm not, I'm busy doing paperwork. My minions are all doing the actual fun stuff. It's just because you lucky girl you won the once in a millennia draw."
"Is there a draw to decide who goes to another universe?"
"Basically yes. I got bored a millennia ago and this is all I get. You're the only one for about another million years and the first one to boot, so here we are."
"Basically, the powers that be decided to appease you."
"Holy shit you finally get me."
"No I don't."
"Drat. Well, I'll pop by from time to time, I have a sort of shell in every universe you know. I'm pretty sure I'm some property owner in the world you're gonna be in. Think of me more as your landlord. Payment? Food."
"Those are some pretty high stakes. Should I call you boss?"
"If you want to. Don't you need like, chairs and stuff?"
"Make a full kitchen."
"For all your baking fun?"
"For all my baking fun."
"I'll just keep your home layout similar to the ideal."
"Thanks."
"If that's it, then-"
"Wait can I have some old school dome rain things over the windows?"
"The funny umbrella?"
"It's kinda got one of these shapes..."
"Okay."
He snapped his fingers.
"By the way, happy 20th birthday. You're finally an adult."
She blacked out.
"Hariyama Akiyo, orphan, blood type O negative, ownership transfer..."
The women who just awoke into her new body found herself at a round, rustic but pristine wooden dinner table. Everything was exactly her aesthetic. Wood, leather though that probably wasn't super legit stuff but she didn't care, and black metallic looks. The bar stools had them and she loved it. Plus the clear granite countertop. She didn't like marble because she knew it would get stained.
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