Universe. An expanse made of space, time, energy, and matter.

And there are the others, other vast expanse of universes, an infinite amount of them, albeit with similar or distinct physical laws.

Somewhere on an Earth in a particularly unnamed universe, an old man died, a nobody of anyone's importance.

But somewhere else, a being with particularly great powers is also like to mess around with the denizens of the multiverse, and to throw randomly away any poor soul it can grab from a reality to another because it's amusing for it.

And this old man is one of his victim.

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Magic the Gathering is the property of Wizard of the Coast LLC.

Also rated T for swearing.

Note: An attempt to re-write my previous story because the original felt so, crappy. I apologize for the grammar errors because English isn't my native language. If you can also pointed them out, I would really appreciate that, thank you.