Prologue
As this thing drags me from universe to universe, I feel like Doctor Strange—no, wait, Strange is his name. Tough crowd, huh? Yeah… before I completely lose it, let me get to the point.
I'm Urahara.
Or rather—I was Urahara.
I got transmigrated. How? No clue. ROB? Truck-kun? Some bored god playing Sims with my life? I genuinely don't remember. What I do know is that I don't have any personal memories from before this—no family, no girlfriend, no past worth mentioning. Just… blank. And honestly? That part pisses me off the most.
So here's the deal:
I ended up inside Urahara Kisuke. Yeah, that laid-back genius from Bleach. The one who created the Hōgyoku but chickened out and sealed it.
I didn't.
I completed it.
Then I merged with it. For almost a decade.
In hindsight, Future Sōsuke Aizen should've just gone into seclusion and minded his own business, but hey—what's a multiversal headache without some dramatic irony?
The Hōgyoku found my wish amusing.
No—resonant.
I wanted to become a god.
So now we're drifting through the void between realities, hunting for a universe where that wish can actually come true.
…Man, I'm getting sleepy.
Guess it found something, huh?