"For my first wish," I said, sitting up straighter in the chair, "I want the classic anime system. The whole deal—stats, inventory, shop, world travel."
God raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"I want the stats to show all of my abilities clearly—bloodlines, powers, cultivation paths, magical affinities, energy types, you name it. I want to see strengths, weaknesses, usage notes, growth potential… the works."
"But," I added, raising a finger, "the stats shouldn't limit me. They're bonuses, not restrictions. For example, say I can only lift ten pounds, and my strength stat is '1.' If I train or gain a new power that makes me stronger, my real-world strength increases—but the stat still says '1' unless I upgrade it myself through the system."
God nodded slowly, following along.
"I want stats to track my growth, not define it. I don't want to feel like a video game character locked into a leveling curve. I want to grow however I want—and the stats are just an added benefit."
"Fair," God replied. "And the inventory?"
"Infinite," I said immediately. "Infinite storage. Everything stored safely—no rot, no decay. Time-locked, fully organized, accessible by thought. Basically the IKEA of dimensional pockets."
"Efficient," God said, chuckling. "And the shop?"
"Oh, the shop's important." I leaned in, eyes gleaming. "I want a shop that can buy and sell anything from the entire omniverse—bloodlines, power systems, spells, books, skills, plants, ores, summons, weapons, tools, artifacts, everything. And—"
I held up two fingers this time. "It should include a custom shop function. So I can design or alter existing things to suit my needs. If I want to create a fusion of, say, a Zanpakuto and a Philosopher's Stone, I want the shop to help me price it and make it."
God gave a low whistle. "That's a dangerous wish list. I imagine you've already got a few things in mind?"
"You have no idea," I said with a grin. "I've already started building a cart in my head."
"And the world travel?"
"Free." I said firmly. "I don't want to be tethered to quests or missions. No 'unlocking' dimensions by beating some dungeon boss or impressing the system."
God raised both brows, amused now.
"I always hated when the system acted like the protagonist and the main character was just some glorified errand boy. I want to decide where and when I go."
He let out a warm chuckle. "Yes, that's fair. A few tweaks here and there for balance, of course… but I already have some systems in the back that'll work nicely."
"For my second wish," I said, taking a breath, "I want a different kind of system—one that gives me an inner world."
God's expression shifted—curious now.
"I want it to be a fully customizable space that can produce all kinds of plants, materials, and energies from across different worlds. Magical herbs, rare ores, elemental crystals, spiritual energy, mana pools—you name it. I want it to be a place I can gather infinite resources, not just for survival, but to help fund my purchases in the shop."
God's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"And more than that…" I paused, voice softening. "I want it to be safe. Untouchable. A place only I—and those I explicitly allow—can enter. Not a realm that can be tracked, cracked, or invaded."
I leaned back slightly in the chair, heart steady.
"I've never really had a home," I admitted. "So this... this matters to me. I want to build something real in there. Grow food. Make a garden. Maybe even a house. A place where I can rest. Farm. Craft. Think."
"And of course," I added, "I want the inner world to be upgradeable. Expandable. Something that can evolve with me."
I glanced up at him again. "And I want it to be linked with my first system. Inventory sync, shop access, energy harvesting. I want both systems working together like one ecosystem."
For the first time, God leaned forward, eyes glittering with genuine interest.
"Oh, that's an interesting wish," he said with clear excitement. "You're not just thinking about power… you're thinking about foundation."
He scratched his chin, already grinning. "I'll have to make something new for this one. But yes—I've got some fascinating ideas already. This'll be fun."
"For my third wish…" I paused for a moment, then gave a small nod. "I want an AI assistant. A woman—obviously."
God's smile twitched with amusement.
"She'll be connected to both of my systems—fully integrated. I want her to help me manage everything: stats, inventory, shop, inner world. The works. She should be able to explain things, automate tasks, give suggestions, and—if needed—temporarily take control to run things efficiently."
I leaned forward, more serious now. "But it's important she has a physical body. A real one. Not just a disembodied voice in my head. I want someone I can see, talk to, bring with me. Not just a tool—someone real."
I met God's gaze, steady and unashamed.
"I've never really had anyone in my corner before," I said quietly. "So... I want her to be my first companion. My first wife, even. I want someone warm. Sweet. Blonde. The kind of stay-at-home housewife I can come home to after a long day—just to cuddle."
God chuckled—gently this time. Not mocking. Understanding.
"I feel like you've been planning these three wishes for a very long time."
"Years," I said, deadpan. "Too many novels. Too much free time."
He leaned back, clearly pleased. "Very well. I'll build her personally. Someone who understands your systems better than you do. Loyal. Capable. Soft where you need softness. Strong where you need strength. And yes… very real."
"Now, for my first bonus wish," I said, leaning back slightly, "I want the adaptability-based evolutionary ability—like Doomsday from DC or Mahoraga from Jujutsu Kaisen."
God's brows lifted, intrigued again.
"I want my body and powers to adapt to anything that harms, resists, or limits me—physically, mentally, spiritually, or energetically. If something hurts me, my body learns from it. If a power resists me, I evolve to overcome it. Permanently."
I paused, then added, "For example, let's say I unlock something like the Sharingan or the Six Eyes—I want them to function across any energy type. Curse energy, chakra, magic, qi—it shouldn't matter. If the ability exists, I want it to adapt automatically to whatever fuel source I have."
God let out a low hum, clearly impressed.
"With this," I said softly, "I'll have no limit to my growth. No bottlenecks. Just constant evolution."
God nodded slowly, voice rich with amusement and respect.
"A dangerous path you're carving. But clever. Very clever."
"As for my last bonus wish," I said, resting my hands on the arms of the chair, "I want the ability to Copy, Grant, Edit, and Fuse powers, bloodlines, and abilities."
God tilted his head, eyes narrowing with interest.
"It doesn't matter where it's from," I continued. "Whether it's a Quirk from My Hero Academia, an X-Gene from Marvel, a Meta Power from DC, a Martial Soul from Douluo Dalu—I want it all to fall under my control."
I leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Him.
"If I come across a power—any power—I want to be able to copy it. Modify it. Combine it with another. Tweak the weaknesses out. Fuse the strengths together. Or even gift it to someone else if I choose."
God let out a slow breath. "You're not just building yourself up—you're building a system. A whole ecosystem of power under your hand."
"Exactly," I said. "I don't just want to be strong. I want to be... evolving. Creative. Dangerous in any world."
He smiled, that same knowing warmth from before. "I can make that work. But be careful, Kuren Soul. A man who edits powers is a man who rewrites fate."
"All done, then." God folded His hands and gave a content smile. "Now—what world would you like to go to?"
"The Harry Potter world," I said instantly, unable to hide the grin on my face.
He chuckled at my excitement. "And will it be reincarnation or transmigration?"
"Reincarnation," I said without hesitation.
"Any specific requests?" he asked, eyes twinkling. "A particular identity? Age? Time period?"
"Yes. I want to be born in England, and I want to attend Hogwarts at the same time as Harry Potter. Right there in the middle of all the fun."
God raised an eyebrow. "Ah, the chaos route. I like it."
Then He leaned in slightly, voice laced with amusement. "Now, would you like me to... adjust a few things? Make the world a bit more interesting?"
I hesitated for only a second—then shrugged with a grin.
"Sure. Why the hell not? I trust you."
He beamed. "That's the spirit."
God stood, extending a hand toward me—not to shake, but as a gesture of farewell.
"That's it, my boy. Go have yourself a hell of a new life."
"I'll do my best," I said, rising from my chair. "Thank you… for everything."
"I suppose this is goodbye."
God gave one last smile. "Goodbye, Kuren Soul."
And then—
Everything went dark.