Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction made for enjoyment and not profit. Any and all characters mentioned in this story from the various fictions in this crossover belongs to their respective authors.

Prologue

Head pounding, the man opened his eyes. Or at least he thought it was his eyes. He couldn't really feel anything so there's not much to say there. He couldn't feel his limbs and couldn't move his head. The surroundings were dark, but he could barely make out shapes in front of him.

Gradually, as if someone was turning a great dial, the room became brighter to the point he could make out the figure in front of him. Sat in a big ass chair was a gigantic being.

The chair, or throne in this case, was bone white with branches of wood coiled around the sides. The back of the chair was draped in a velvet cloth and a maroon red cushion was placed on the seat. Seated on the cushion with what seemed to be a tablet of some sort was a giant purple humanoid. The being's eyes glowed a faint red and had a massive network of antlers on his head.

The man was pulled closer and closer to the throne until he was only a couple feet from the being. It looked down on the man, peering intently.

"Soul 893." The being tapped a few times on his tablet.

"Lets see… it says here you died yesterday at the age of 28 due to a terrorist bombing in your home country. Hmm… Ah. You are on your 530th reincarnation. Due to your efforts as an investigative journalist uncovering a couple scandals and crimes you have gained 8,902 karma points. Taking into account the actions of your previous reincarnations, you now have a total of 206,911 karma points."

The being made a couple more taps on the tablet."At least you have had a consistent personality through your reincarnations It makes things easier. It seems the past 20 reincarnations you have been involved in the knowledge trade in some sort of way and 70% of your reincarnations were bibliophiles. You won't believe the type of souls I get. You are right now the 893rd soul being judged by me today and just a few souls before you being judged was a serial killer who was a monk in the previous life and was a psychiatrist before that."

It stretched and cracked its neck. "Now, it seems you were somewhat of an anime addict some lives previously and set up a delayed activation with some karma points. You now have the option of being born into a random reality or the option of being reborn into a random harem comedy. Of course, you are not in any way assured in being even remotely connected to the main characters of the story. This just assures a spot in the same reality.

You also have the option of being born with an almost assured chance to get a significant weapon of some sort if you get into a reality with fantasy elements. Keep in mind you only have 3 more of both these reincarnation types available so choose wisely.

You may also spend karma points for a couple of options. You can buy an advantage for you in the next life with your karma points and can even gain points by sacrificing something. For example, you can choose to reincarnate with your memories intact with 5 million karma points. You can also be born as a blind quadriplegic with Down's syndrome for 500 thousand points. It's your choice."

The being stared expectantly down at the man. The man stared back, mute. This was mainly because he still couldn't move or feel his body. The being's eyes widened a bit.

"Oh right! Sorry about that."

With a few more taps on the tablet, the man could now move and talk. The very first word this soul uttered in the presence of this mighty being would determine how the man would be received. He took a deep breath in and yelled in a powerful voice.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" The man took a couple more deep breaths. He inhaled sharply one more time, and sighed. His shoulders slumping downward until he was hunched over, his arms swinging as he faced the floor. After a couple seconds, he snapped back to attention.

"Sorry. I was processing everything as you were giving me exposition and I just really needed to let out my frustration."

After a couple minutes of silence, the man spoke to the being. "I considered my options and I think most harem comedies aren't that bad so I probably won't be thrown into some sort of hell reality. I mean, action and adventure sounds nice until you get dropped into Warhammer 40K. I probably will choose to have the weapon just to make sure I have an advantage. As for any karmic abilities… can I have really good luck?"

The man gazed at the being. The being gazed at the tablet muttering incomprehensibly.

**Cough**

The being looked up from the tablet. "My apologies, my girlfriend was texting me."

It opened a button pad on one of the arms of the throne.

'Can't the thing just use its tablet?'

After stabbing with its index figure a couple times a holographic panel appeared in front of the man. It had a list of types of weapons and a shop of luck options.

"Choose one of the weapons and purchase a luck setting. It will deduct points automatically."

The list of available weapons was truly expansive. It even contained weapon types which definitely came from other realities, but they were grayed out. The man put his left hand on his chin and contemplated his options.

'Hmmm let's see. Swords, spears, halberds, falchions, chakrams, maces, flails, guns, knives, staves, javelins, sticks, bows, wait… sticks? Whatever. Well, if it's a fantasy setting then most likely melee weapons are good to choose. Also, considering the rarity of these weird weapons I'll go mainstream. There are a lot more legendary swords in my memory than legendary chakrams.

Sooo… sword, spear, knife, or stave. Swords are cool but spears are also pretty awesome. But I guess stabbing someone from a distance is a lot more safer and spears help with that. Eh whatever I'll go with the spear.'

The man chose the spear as his weapon encounter. After that, a new holographic display with thousands of luck options popped up. The man looked at the corner of the display and there was a filter option.

'Ok I'll filter between the prices of 5,000 to 50,000 karma points. No need to go way too overboard.' Scrolling down the list a couple items caught his eye but none particularly stood out. A couple were just weird.

'Bipolar Luck? It grants either very good or bad luck over a set period of time randomly every month. Nope. Lucky Pervert? Basically ecchi anime protagonist powers. Not my thing. Hidden Luck? Won't be prevalent in daily life but when something important goes down you get luck on your side. That would be helpful in so many situations. Tests, interviews, jobs, romance. I think this is the one.'

The man checked the price of his chosen option.

'44 thousand. Pricey but probably worth it.' He chose to accept the Hidden Luck option. The man winced seeing his total karma points drop by a quarter.

As the holographic panels disappeared, the man turned his head back to the being on the throne. The being was once again resolutely staring at his tablet. This time the muttering was a bit more audible.

"What do you mean we don't talk that much anymore. She knows I've been swamped with work. All these souls just keep dying and as the newbie I have to do all these transfers. I wish it would be automated but it isn't. She knows its only for like 100 years."

*Cough* *COUGH*

With a sheepish smile, the being looked up and once again addressed the man. "Since you have chosen your options, the final option before your reincarnation is what type of seal you would like to be put on your soul. Every soul gets a seal when passing though. For example, even now you have a seal on you. The seal that gets placed on you when you die lets you retain your memories but erases the identity you had and the identities of the people you knew are erased."

The man froze. Replaying every single memory he had, he couldn't think of his name. He could remember his time in high school in the newspaper club, he could remember that his dad was a lawyer with long hours and his mom was a nurse, and he could even remember the countless hours he spent reading books and watching TV in his free time. However, he couldn't remember the name of his mom, his dad, or any other friend or colleague.

"What the hell." He glared at the being sat upon the throne. It was indifferent to the man's plight. "You're telling me… that I don't know the names of anyone or anything from my life?"

A purple finger wagged back and forth. "Nope. Not at all. You just don't remember the name of the people closest to you and the people who you interacted with personally. You should remember the name of say... the founder of your country and you could tell me what your favorite books are."

"…"

"Well? Tell me."

"One of the founders of the United States is president George Washington and my favorite book series is Discworld by Terry Pratchett."

The being threw its arms up forming a V-shape. "Good boy! As you can see this allows for an easy transition to the next life. Anyways, what I was originally saying before we had gotten sidetracked was that you need to choose what type of seal you want on your soul." It pointed to the dial pad on its throne.

"You can't choose yourself from the heads-up display you get because this part is very important, so it's controlled by me. This is to ensure you don't accidentally destroy your soul and stuff. I've inputted a random world that qualifies your settings and once you tell me which seal you want; I'll manually deduct the karma from you and send you on your way."

The man just stood there not quite comprehending what was just said.

The being waved its hand impatiently. "Well? Get on with it. I'm a busy god with things to do."

The man shrugged at the self-proclaimed god. He looked at the new panel in front of him. Each had a certain level of restriction and perks. Reading through the list, the only one he was going to take was the basic seal. It read:

Basic Seal – reincarnate has any perks bought while in limbo and every memory and talent is locked away until the soul is overwritten by the new life's memories.

The man looked back up at the god. The god was staring at tablet. Before the man could cough, the god's head shot up. He sprung up from the throne, fists clenched, with a dark gleam in his eye. A pulse of dark energy radiated from the divine being. The temperature of the room plummeted and the darkness writhed ominously. After a prolonged moment of silence, the god deigned to speak.

"FUCKING DAMN IT! What does she mean she's breaking up with me? We had it all planned out and it was going to work out. I know we had our differences, but I don't know what kind of thing would convince her to break up. Even if she did find something wrong with our relationship why would she suddenly decide to break it off now? We had been going steady for 300 years and is it too much to ask that we might even talk about it before something like this would happen, but no. She just sends a message about wanting to break up and blocks me. Who does that? Boom just a tiny single message and everything is over. What the hell is wrong with her? This day has been exhausting and this is the last stra–"

"Excuse me."

The god froze in place.

By this point the god had been pacing back and forth with his left hand on his head and his right hand being waved about wildly. The man had no idea how long this would be going on for and decided it might be a good idea to interrupt the rant which was going on.

The god turned slowly towards the man and put a finger to his lips. The man froze and nodded. The god then methodically walked back in front of his throne and stood there breathing heavily.

"AAARRRGHHHH"

The god's hands slammed down on the armrests of the throne. A couple more deep breaths and the god straightened his back. He turned around with a pleasant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry wha–"

The god looked for the man. The man wasn't there. The god looked back at his throne. The broken button pad stood out clearly. The god looked back at the empty space the man had occupied.

"Well shit."