He died. In a crash. In one of his stunts. Oh well, there are worse ways to die. He died doing what he truly loved so... Then he woke up in a black room with a funny little white ball floating in front of him. Hmm? Travel through different worlds to become the world’s greatest entertainer? Sounds fun! Let’s go for it! Wait... what’s this... hey! System! You never said anything about a sticky, possessive, perverted husband! I’m an entertainer, not a babysitter! System: uwu... I wasn’t told about this either, Host!