The New World

You were just watching some stupid show, trying to kill your boredom, when you felt something wrong.

Like that sense you get when your being watched, or that instinct you get to not trust a certain person, but a thousand times worse.

Before you even realize what your doing, you are on your feet grabbing for the nearest weapon and spinning around to face whatever the threat was.

"Hello Mortal."

In front of you stood a man in a pristine black suit, the kind you'd see multibillionaires wear.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Speak quickly or I'm going to bash your face in."

"Even if I was a Mortal, I don't think a console controller would do much damage."

You quickly glace at the object in your hand, embarrassed that this was your 'lethal weapon'

"But to answer your questions, my name is unimportant, and if you attempted to speak it your brain would overheat and you'd pass out. As to the purpose of my being in this dump you call a home, I've come to offer you a deal."

You cringe. You admit that your room wasn't the cleanest, but its not like you going to bring anyone home and your job kept you busy most of the time.

"What deal?" You ask, sitting down on your bed.

"Have you ever felt like you didn't belong? Like you were in the wrong world?"

"Yeah?" You say uncertainly.

"Well, for the vast majority, that feeling is fairly normal because they are nervous, uncomfortable, or embarrassed. But for a very small few, its because they are in the wrong world. For example, you. You were born into the wrong world, which in the end, turned out very well for you. Had you been born into the correct world you would've died in the first year of the war."

"Wait a minute, you're saying that I was supposed to be born in another world, but that if I had, I would be dead? And what war?"

"World War 3, and if you interrupt me again, you will wake up in a very... undesirable situation."

You couldn't nod fast enough. Something about this man gave off the feeling that he could do that and much worse.

"In this war, the vast majority of men were killed off, children were not exempted. This is normally when I'd create an illusion that would show some of the scenes of the war and its effects, but I'm not feeling like it. Now, if some of the parallel existences of my world, women became the dominant gender, but in the one you come from, Men remained the dominant ones.

However with how few men, and how plentiful women were, society collectively decided that Harems were the best idea. So men started to take many wives. It was good for everyone! The world was being repopulated. Men were rarely lonely. And women were cared for. I for one didn't care. The only issue I have is that because you were supposed to be born on my world, there is a vacuum of my power. You are linked to my world, and my world to me. Even I cant break that link. And the further you are from my world, the more power it draws from me.

You are very far, and its pissing me off."

"So what, you're going to kill me?"

"No, because until the body completely disintegrated into dust it would still draw power. At a lesser rate, but I don't like leaks. It'll cost much less power in the long term if I just take you back to my world. What you do once you're there I really couldn't care. However, there is a type of... agreement, Gods have with one another. We cant take a lifeform from one world to another without first giving compensation to both the God and the lifeform. Even if you're originally from my world."

"Compensation to me how? If I'm being taken to your world, nothing in this world will come with me right?"

"No! I don't want anything from this world tainting mine." He shuddered in disgust, "Typically, you decide on the life you want in the new world. This part is a negotiation, some have been known to last days. If you make it last that long, I will just turn you to ash and deal with it from there."

"Geez! Calm down. You really don't like leaks do you?"

"No God does, though I tend to hate them even more than the average. I'm angry because the God of this world was a stingy asshole."

"What did he want?"

"If I even tried to explain it to you, you're brain would liquify."

"Wow, the matters of Gods are seriously complicated, huh?"

"In this instance no, you're just an idiot. Now stop wasting my time and decide what life you want."

"Isn't this supposed to be a negotiation?"

"Yes, you suggest something and I will either say yes or no to it."

"Aren't both parties supposed to contribute?"

"If we were equals. Now pick, or I will start breaking your fingers."

"Ok ok, God Damn."

You took a second to think about it.

"Can I ask to just have the same life? Its a different world, but its not too different is it?"

"No, different worlds are fairly similar. The different alternates of a world are called Phases."

"Could you explain?"

He sighed, "My world is called Lordain-Prime. All the alternate realities of my world would be called Lordain-Phase-Alpha-1, or Lordain-Phase-Alpha-2 and so on. There are countless phases. Most Gods, including me, typically ignore the phases unless something big happens. Why do you even care?"

"It sounded interesting. So in Lordain-Prime, the world you're taking me to, men have Harems?"

"Not all. If you're not fertile, and have a Harem, its seen as greedy. And if the man cant support the Harem then its seen as pathetic. The average man typically has 3-5 women in his Harem. The influential, while they could support hundreds, usually only have little over a dozen."

"Why is that?"

"They have to support the women in the Harem. This means financially, emotionally, and physically."

"How are Harems decided? Do the men pick the women and the girls have ?"

"No. Men choose who they want in their Harem, but the women can choose to join or not. However, dating multiple women is just as normal as marrying multiple women. Sex is also much more casual and normal. You'd rarely see a couple fucking in public, but if it did happen, very few would find it strange."

"Alright, I'd like my life here to be the same there. Well... maybe better."

"Fine. Anything else?"

"I'd like my lifespan to be longer, be much harder to kill, be impervious to casual sickness, have much more endurance, and look like an 8 out of 10 with all the attributes that; that ranking comes with."

You might've gone too far, as you see his eye twitch.

"Fine. Anything else?"

"I feel like if I added anything else, I'd lose a limb."

"Not far off. Now, the teleport can mentally break a mortal, so instead you will be knocked out. When you wake up, you will be in the new world. Oh, I forgot. One of the things in the deal between Gods. You will already have all relevant information in your head. Anything and everything you'd normally have, had you been born in this world.

And, time moves differently between worlds. You will wake up in a world somewhere around 80 years after WW3. Don't think too much about it."

"Ok, I'm ready."

Without any ceremony or ritual, The God walked up to you, placed his index finger on your forehead. Blackness consumed you.