Planeswalker: Start With Campione

I look at the massive being in front of me in shock and say.

"Can you repeat that? I think I misheard you."

"I need your help, Terry."

I should be scared. I should be screaming in panic at the sight of the being in front of me. Instead, I just stare.

"Excuse me?"

His presence is overwhelming but not oppressive. I can feel the weight of his existence pressing against mine, yet it doesn't crush me. He is holding back for my sake, which is another reason why I am not screaming now.

"I rule over many multiverses, yet I am bound by my own power. My hands cannot solve the problems festering in my domain."

I blink at his words.

"So… what? You're a god who can't fix his own mess?"

A deep rumble echoes through the void. He chuckles at my words. He finds it amusing. However, I can find a hint of self-mocking.

"Precisely. If I interfere directly, my power will destroy everything. I need someone to help me fix the problem. Someone who can grow strong enough to handle what I throw at him."

The space around us shifts, and suddenly, I feel something—power, ancient and infinite, reaching for me.

"I offer you the power of a Pre-Mending Planeswalker. With it, you will walk between worlds. You will wield magic drawn from reality itself. You will become strong enough to change fate."

A pause.

"There is a price."

Of course, there is. I cross my arms and say.

"And what's the catch?"

He gestures, and images flood my mind—broken worlds, dying civilizations, eldritch horrors lurking in the dark corners of reality. A cosmic-scale disaster is waiting to happen.

"You will be sent to another world in three days."

He explains and continues.

"That is the result of what is going to happen. If nothing is done, reality will collapse. Your task is to prevent that. Don't worry. Seven Missions. That is all I ask. Once your final task is complete, you will be free. You may continue working for me if you wish, or you may retire and live as you please."

I think for a few seconds. Usually, when an all-powerful entity appears in front of you, it's either to destroy you or enslave you. This guy just sounds… tired.

Seven missions.

This isn't some eternal servitude deal. It's a contract—a cosmic job offer.

And in return, I get the power to do the impossible.

I glance back at him. "And if I refuse?"

"The offer goes to someone else." 

His voice remains calm. 

"But you will never get another chance like this."

I think for a few seconds. My life is a boring one. I am an office drone, and my life is all about gathering money to survive.

There is also the power. Getting the ability to go to another world is really a great lure. I am someone who wants an adventure, and that power will be key.

I nod and say.

"I am in."

The moment the words leave my mouth, the power surges into me.

It's like my soul ignites. Energy floods through my body, vast and untamed. The being nods and says.

"You can call me Rob. I shall return in three days. Use that time wisely."

He snaps his fingers, and I appear in my apartment a second later. The moment I return to my apartment, I know everything has changed.

I can feel the mana in the air, in the ground beneath my feet, in the pulse of the city itself. Before, it was nothing but empty space to me. Now, it's alive with energy.

I take a slow breath, closing my eyes. Instead of reaching outward with my hands, I reach with my will.

The world shifts.

I can feel the heartbeat of Jakarta.

Unlike the raw, untamed power of nature, a city's mana is different. It's a fusion of human will, industry, and history—where people have built, destroyed, and rebuilt over centuries. The mana here is not as pure as a forest or a mountain, but it is dense with life and ambition.

And I pull.

The moment I do, something clicks.

A rush of energy surges into me—not wild and overwhelming, but steady and structured. Jakarta gives me White and Blue Mana.

White, from the sheer human order and structure of the city. Blue, from the intellect and innovation, constantly drives its people forward.

I gain fifteen White and Blue mana from this single pull. Pre-Mending Planeswalker is OP, as expected.

I open my eyes, and everything looks clearer. A grin tugs at my lips. This is only the beginning. There are only three days, and I need to grow to face whatever Rob throws at me.

I do not waste any more time and take my phone. I opened a map and thought of which place I needed to visit to get more mana. There are a lot of places I can visit, but I want to complete my mana color first.

I look at the map, and my eyes land on Mount Bromo. It is a volcano that I have visited before. It is a beautiful place and a perfect place for me to gather red mana.

I focus, reaching deep into the power I was just given.

The space around me twists. It's like reality folds inward, then snaps back—and suddenly, I'm somewhere else.

A wave of heat crashes against me as I arrive. The air is thick with sulfur, the scent burning in my nose. I stand at the edge of Bromo's volcanic crater, surrounded by endless fields of ash and rock.

Holy shit. I arrived too close to my comfort. I know I want to arrive near the mana source, but not like this.

I step back, closing my eyes. I don't just look at the volcano using my power—I reach for it.

The moment I do, the world responds.

A surge of violent, unrelenting power floods into me. This is Red Mana—pure destruction, raw emotion, the chaotic force of fire itself. It burns through my veins, wild and uncontrollable, but I embrace it.

And beneath that? Something deeper.

Black Mana. The essence of death, decay, and the cycle of destruction. The volcano does not just create—it devours. It claims. It is a force of ruin and rebirth, and I can feel it wrapping around my soul.

I pull.

I can feel twenty-five red mana and twenty black mana from that pull. I grin a little and decide to explore more places.

==||==

It takes me another six places around Indonesia before my body can no longer hold the strain of using my planeswalk power. I managed to gain 56 White Mana, 75 Blue Mana, 40 Black Mana, 65 Red Mana, and 55 Green Mana.

That is a good haul for my first day.

I take a deep breath and teleport back to my apartment. When I appear in my bedroom, I fall on my bed. My body is tired, but my mana is humming in power. When darkness consumes me, I smile.