I'm really messing up my update schedules with all these new fics. Darn me and my "creativity". Being stuck in quarantine forces you to do things you normally wouldn't do, like write and post dumb ideas from last year.

Regardless, in these boring and dire times, I've decided to just man up and post my first Magi fanfic. Yay, I'm going to get eaten up by all these humans once they see the shipping I've got planned. Whether that's in a good or bad way, is yet to be seen. And for returning readers who know of how things work in my chaotic little mind; yes, this is another fic where the Alpha Ryuuto sends a fragment to another world, but there's a twist. Or two. Or three…

There's a bunch of twists, some probably unexpected. Some interesting, and some outright confusing. ...In fact, I'd love it if some people helped me in the reviews, giving me tips. Haven't really read the Manga, so yeah… kinda have that against me.

Regardless, please enjoy the first installment of my newest chaos, "Blessed by the Afterlife"!

Chapter One - A New Life, A New Time, and New Rules

Serpent was feeling… something.

Bored, yes. But he was also feeling… annoyed. The Alpha, his creation, was annoying him to no end. Asking for help sending Soul Fragments of him to other universes. Honestly, he'd rather have the boy stop existing. But that couldn't be, as someone outside of the Creator Six had to adorn the Crown and be the King-God after the split of Him, the First Creator.

He was bitter and wanted to get back at the boy. He then gained a malicious grin, laughing and hissing like the cunning snake he was. The young-looking Creator Snake turned into his named animal and slithered away, ready to cause some mayhem.

As long as it entertained him, he didn't care what this newest Fragment did. Ryuuto typically hated seeing his Fragments being "held back" in marriage, so he planned for this new incarnation to… just be that. Married, or at least engaged. The ultimate prank had begun, and so did Serpent's newest favorite source of entertainment.

The Soul Fragment grew.

He became a new being over the years, a Fragment of the Alpha with no purpose as he floated a Void that surrounded him infinitely. He didn't know what time was, and barely knew anything aside from what his heart told him.

One day, a weird being came. Made of black liquid, in the shape of a human being. No facial expressions, but for some reason he felt like it was smiling. "Come child. You've been left here to rot by these world's Gods, tossed out immediately after your last incarnation's death, even after our request you be taken care of. No matter, your next Incarnation is ready." The figure put its arm out, and the confused child-like powerful Fragment reached out to the Shadow. "Your new name is…"

Akhira Al-Ameen was an… average child. Especially for one raised and born to nobles of the Kou Empire.

He was average in Magoi reserves, in battle, and in academics. He never truly excelled at anything. But from the extravagant room that the young white-red haired youth sat, he knew he was meant for more. Greater purposes than just being tested by his parents hopelessly to see what he'd be able to do for the Empire.

He hated being cooped up in his home, he wanted risk. He wanted danger. He wanted to push himself to the very limit. Akhira sighed, getting off of his comfortable bed and walking over to the window of where he lived, looking out. The Kou Empire, his home… he wanted to do something for it, he really did. But nothing had worked out so far.

He couldn't be a fantastical Magician, or a brutal warrior, or even a scholar. All he could do was sit in his room and be bitter and bored. He sighed, turning as he heard the door to his room open. There before him stood his "better" and "cooler" older brother, Jahannam. Named after the word for Hellfire. Why? Simple.

Jahannam was a thin man with deep orange-red hair that seemed like a blazing forest fire. His parents thought it fit when he was born. He was wearing fancy robes of red and black, with black eyes filled with unconditional love for his little brother. Jahannam walked over to Akhira, looking out the window by his side. "...It's a beautiful kingdom, isn't it?" He asked, trying to spark a conversation with his little brother.

Akhira didn't respond and looked away. Jahannam glanced at him before grinning, the 16-year-old tackling his little brother onto the bed before starting to tickle him. Akhira couldn't help but laugh and grin, as they spent their free time together playing and "fighting" like they always did.

Once things calmed down, Jahannam glanced at his little brother again, who fell asleep from being tired. After all, they had played for a good hour or so, so it was expected for the little 12-year-old to fall asleep. Akhira was an interesting child, especially looks-wise. Like he, Akhira looked almost nothing like their parents. He had white-red hair that was forever unruly, with faint royal purple eyes akin to a violet flower. Jahannam expected his cute little brother to grow into a shockingly handsome young man very soon, someone who'd get the ladies with ease just like him.

He smiled, tucking the boy in before walking out of the room. He knew it in his heart, Jahannam did. His little brother was destined for greatness, he'd prove his parents wrong. "Akhira isn't average. He's… going to be the greatest thing that happened to the Kou Empire, I'm sure of it!"

The Al-Ameen family was cold. That was the easiest way to describe it. All branches of the family either were die-hard merchants with a good amount of pull in the economy of the Empire or were just straight up emotionless and only cared about how to raise their social status in the eyes of the Emperor.

It wasn't a surprise, though, to learn that Akhira had gained some of his family's characteristics after being exposed to them for years. Due to his brother becoming a well-known Magician, busy learning and improving his skills, he had no one his age to associate with. No one to love him.

Except for his mother. His mother, Mira Al-Ameen, was the only thing keeping Akhira from becoming like the rest of his family. Mira was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. She looked a bit like Akhira, but not too much. Her hair was a deep black, adorned with beautiful gems, and her eyes were a faint violet tone like her youngest son's. She wasn't born a noble, in fact, she was only married into the family due to Asra, his father. He loved her more than anything and threatened to leave the family if he wasn't allowed to marry her. Since Asra was the only viable heir to the family, his grandparents, Asra's parents, agreed to the conditions reluctantly.

Akhira sat next to his mother in his room, as she slowly stroked her son's hair. Mira knew of her son's issues, how he felt useless to the family and Empire due to his average skills. Of how he felt inferior to his older brother, who was becoming well-known across the entire Kou Empire for his aptitude for Magic and his above-average physical strength. Its been exactly 2 years since she noticed the changes in her son, now 14, with the multi-color haired teen being distant ever since Jahannam left.

She sensed her son felt asleep, and smiled gently, tucking the boy in and making sure he was comfortable before leaving. She believed her son could find his calling soon, just like Jahannam did. It was only a matter of time.

Akhira quickly opened his eyes once his mother left the room, carefully getting up from the bed and looking out the window at the night sky. He growled to himself, wanting more than anything than to prove he was useful and powerful. Violet eyes burned with anger, as he turned around to see Muraqaba. A strange and powerful sword passed down from his great-uncle. The man said he was sure that Akhira would put good use to it, and he would tonight.

Tonight, he'd capture a Dungeon or die trying.

Judar was a powerful Magi, that's for sure. Perhaps a bit too cruel and arrogant to some, but powerful nonetheless. But due to his upbringing, being pampered and spoiled as the Kou's "Priest" and Magi, he was somewhat childish. Like most, he'd get bored, but the difference was… with him, boredom meant doing things like summoning new dungeons. This time, he summoned two Dungeons on the border of Kou's edge. He had no idea what was within, the idea just popped into his mind to summon the Dungeons here.

After about an hour post-summoning the dungeons, Judar then glanced behind him, seeing something he thought would never happen. The supposed average child of the Al-Ameen family was sneaking out of his house with a sheathed sword on his back. Judar grinned, knowing the rumors about the boy and how he'd amount to "nothing" to the Empire. He was feeling… "generous". He could help a lost teen escape the fate that others placed on him, it didn't bother him. Besides, nothing better to do when you're bored and waiting for challengers.

Though it'd be a waste to let the kid die as soon as he entered… maybe he'd accompany him… just enough to keep him alive.

Maybe the Organization would give him a headache over this later, but he really didn't give a damn right now. This kid was gonna alleviate his boredom, one way or another. He just hoped the entertainment would be long-term.

When Akhira decided to sneak out of his house to attack and claim a Dungeon, he didn't expect the Kou Priest to appear before him. He'd only heard of him from his parents, a powerful Magician who chose Kings and made Dungeons appear.

He definitely didn't expect said Magi to float before him with a faint smile on his face, red eyes staring at him hungrily. "Alright kid, here's the deal. I'm feeling bored, so I'll make you into a Dungeon Capturer. You go on in, I give you minimal assistance, and you get your parents respect. How's that sound?" Akhira went to respond, but Judar silenced him immediately. "Ah-ah-ah! Not so fast kiddo! I have something to say first. In exchange for me helping you, there are two… conditions. First off, you'll be silent about the fact I did this. And secondly?"

"You'll be my newest entertainment. Don't bore me kid." Judar grinned viciously. "Now, what'll it be? Wisdom or Power?"