[Welcome to Chaos Gacha]

  [Starting instaltion in the host]

  [Instaltion interrupted due to host's death]

  [Launching technical support roll]

  [Golden Ticket consumed]

  [Technical support contacted]

  [Waiting for technical support]

  [Interrupting host's soul transfer to their divine judgment]

  [Golden Ticket consumed]?

  Bckness surrounds me. I was in the darkness for who knows how long.

  It seems Rick was right, and death is darkness and solitude for eternity. Or maybe this is my personal hell. I admit that solitude terrifies me; being alone for too long unleashes feelings I'm not good at dealing with. But the terror never came.

  In fact, no emotion came. I couldn't say I got used to my emotions being the equivalent of nitroglycerin next to a match, but feeling nothing is, well, nothing. I don't even miss them.

  It's not strange, it doesn't make me sad, or relieved, it's not even peaceful because at least peace rexes you and fills you with joy.

  It seems death, or at least mine, is an eternal self in the darkness. Very illogical, because I know with total certainty that God is real.

  And even more so now, I can look back with total crity.

  I admit that looking back, many of my actions were stupid, but I pyed the hand I was dealt.

  I got a good hand, but I didn't use it in the best way, though I used it with all my will, so it's not like things would have changed much.

  Although I admit I don't see it very likely that I was going to the Silver City. I was a complete jerk most of the time.

  I think knowing that death isn't the end made me lose many inhibitions.

  Knowing that I did what I could with what I was given fills me with... nothing. This must be what machines feel.

  And if I start counting numbers like Senk-

  "I'm lying!!! Yes, I have a lot of regrets, I should have watched that M- series..."

  And faster than an eternity, I'm sitting in the most comfortable chair I could possibly imagine.

  It took me a second to realize it.

  I look at it, and it's a simple chair made of wood and leather, but I don't know why, I feel it embodies the concept of a chair perfectly.

  Tears fall from my eyes upon seeing a chair that is simply a chair. It's not decoration or anything else; it's a chair and that's it.

  I look up and see what can only be described as a purple-haired vampire lolitа. She smiles at me, waves, and disappears.

  She doesn't fade or anything; one moment she was there, the next she was gone, period.

  The feelings that should hit me like a big bang are numbed by the indescribable piece of furniture.

  "My God... this is..."

  And interrupting my incredible comfort, two ROBs appear instantly in front of me.

  They don't have faces, features, or anything like that. No. They are the fucking letters ROB horizontally, and they're even wearing computer technician clothes.

  "Hello, young man, we're here about the problem with your Chaos system instaltion," says the ROB with red letters in Book Antiqua font. Damn! The guy is feeding info directly into my soul, just so I refer to him properly.

  "Have you tried resetting your existence to see if everything starts working again?" says the one in Arial font.

  "Good afternoon, it's not that I died right after winning the Chaos Gacha," I expin quickly.

  "..." I don't know how, but I feel a scrutinizing gaze from the Book Antiqua one.

  "Wow... I think this is the first time this has happened," says Arial, amazed.

  "Really?" I say, surprised.

  "Yeah, man. Look, normally the Gacha appears a moment after the host's chaos has passed, or after a reincarnation or transmigration when the subject's soul settles into the pne of existence," says Rob Arial.

  "Well, uh, will dying be a problem?" I ask the ROBs... What a stupid question, damn.

  I think the situation is overwhelming me again. I feel like a fish swimming in honey.

  Dying is very traumatic, it seems, although I'm not panicking yet. Weird.

  "Don't worry. Although the C???????????????????h???????????a???o????????????s?????????????? ??????????????g????????a????????????????c??????????h???????????????a?????????? is a retively new force in the omniverse, a death in the middle of its instaltion shouldn't cause any problems. The real problem is that you diedfor real," says Arial calmly.

  I stare at them, waiting for the solution to my little big problem.

  For about 10 seconds.

  "And what would the solution be?" I ask, worried.

  "Sorry, young man, but we're technical support, not nurses. Besides, your body was still under a building. Reviving you would just make you die again," replies Book Antiqua with what I could say is a hint of pity in his... dreamlike projection that serves as a voice.

  [Chaos Gacha system installed successfully]

  [You have one Golden Ticket]

  [Do you want to roll?]?

  Hey! They stole two of my initial tickets!

  "Great, it seems everything is fine. Good luck, young man. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. How would you rate our service?" I hear as a clipboard with a pencil appears.

  The stress and panic don't hit me dead, so I jump up from the chair.

  "Ooh," I shout, surprised. The stress I was looking for to use as fuel for my thoughts arrives quickly, but it doesn't flood me or fry my brain. It's strong but manageable.

  I suspect it's because I don't have a body.

  "Wait a moment, look, we can reach an agreement that benefits us both and find a solution to my problem," I say quickly.

  I don't have superpowers apart from my tongue and my feelings, so when I arrived in the soup of problems that was my world, I acquired one of the most powerful powers in the world.

  Money.

  But let's be honest, ROBs don't need money, so I'll use my backup power: talking shit and negotiating.

  I look at the ROBs and say with the utmost respect I can muster.

  "I know it's a big bother and you are very busy beings, but I really want to get out of this predicament." I clench my fists to emphasize my words while simultaneously controlling my emotions.

  "Look, you don't need to revive me in my world. I know it's a whole hassle; the local pantheon of gods will be annoyed by your intervention, won't they?"

  I'm sure He or whoever manages souls must be upset because one is missing from the final count at the end of the day.

  "So, why don't you leave me in a world of your choice, preferably a retively peaceful one, please, and you give me a mission, or I commit to paying you back?" I finish my desperate diatribe with a smile.

  I'm almost sure they can read my mind, so I don't try too hard to pretend they're coming out ahead in this deal.

  "..." Book Antiqua falls silent, but I feel his scrutinizing gaze intensifies a lot.

  "Ha, I like this one," he says, now turning his scrutinizing gaze to his companion.

  Arial smiles at me, though I don't know how I know.

  "The transfer will cost you your st ticket. I will revive you and give you a mission. It will be retively easy, so don't worry."

  I don't want to know what's easy for a ROB, but I'm willing to do a lot to return to life.

  "That said, I'll choose an interesting spawn point due to the ck of payment, and I'll keep the chair as colteral."

  His smile grows, and it unsettles me a little, but I suppress that feeling. They are reviving me; being demanding in this situation would be one of my biggest foolish acts.

  Even so, I incredibly regret losing the chair the girl gave me.

  "Do you accept the deal?" says Arial.

  Somehow, there's a weight in his words.

  "Of course, yes! You won't regret this deal," I reply happily, extending my hand and somehow shaking Arial's hand.

  I survived the mixed Marvel and DC world, climbed the economic and influence dder within it.

  Sure, I died because of a demonic conspiracy, and I'm getting angry again... How didn't I see it coming? I still don't understand.

  "Good luck, kid," and with those words as a farewell...

  I appear on a deteriorated highway overlooking a city with intense neon lights, holographic billboards. The city buzzed with activity.

  (Night City.)Yeah, I'm fucked. I don't know shit about Cyberpunk 2077. If it's the series, I have a chance.

  [Mission: Fuck off my City]

  [Primary Objective: Remove the Arasaka Corporation from Night City]

  [Secondary Objectives: Demolish Arasaka Tower, ???, ???]

  [Feat Obtained: Deal with a ROB]

  You managed to strike a deal, fair or not, with a ROB. They are more common than people think: +1 Golden Ticket.[Feat Obtained: Before 3 Days]

  You resurrected from the dead without negative effects: +1 Golden Ticket.?

  Forget it. I'm a little more than fucked.

  I start by structuring a pn.

  *Hoooonk*

  *Hoooonk*

  But the sound of a horn and intense lights coming from behind fill my brain with adrenaline.

  The view of the fucking beautiful city distracted me, and I forgot I'm in the middle of the damn road.

  I turn around and see an ambunce coming towards me.

  The fear and surprise I feel are so strong that they confirm I have the same feelings back that I worked so hard to master.

  I see the driver, and a bomb-like mix of feelings adds joy to the mix.

  Which is really bad because I miss the chance to get out of the way.

  I cover myself as best I can with my arms to reduce the possibility of... whatever can happen, to get isekai'd, I receive the impact and lose consciousness.

  Tempry