The swirling cosmos around Jiro pulsed with colors he couldn't name—celestial blues, radiant golds, and void-born purples stretching into infinity. For the first time since his death, he felt something close to… peace.
The Origin God watched him with a patient, almost amused expression.
"You have three wishes," the god said. "And you may choose the world in which your new life will begin."
Jiro's thoughts swirled. This was it—the ultimate fantasy laid bare before him. Like the very isekai stories he used to binge at night, except this time, he was the protagonist.
He took a steady breath, or the soul-equivalent of one.
"Then… for my first wish," he began, "I want instant mastery of all forms of magic and every kind of weapon—sword, spear, staff, bow, you name it. I want to understand them completely, like I was born for them."
The god smiled. "A classic. Granted."
Jiro felt a strange warmth rush through his incorporeal self, like knowledge was being embedded into his very essence. Formulas, battle instincts, weapon techniques—he didn't just know them. He understood them.
"For my second wish," Jiro said, his voice steadier now, "I want to be reincarnated at the exact same time and place as Rimuru Tempest, and I want to have all the same powers he does. Predator, Great Sage, Regeneration—everything. I want to walk beside him, not behind him."
The god's expression twitched into something between amusement and intrigue. "Ambitious. You realize having duplicate powers may affect your development?"
Jiro nodded. "Then I'll evolve differently. I just want to start equal."
The god's fingers glowed briefly. "Very well. Wish number two, granted."
Power surged within Jiro again—this time different. Vast. Shifting. Alive. He could feel the echo of Rimuru's future legend pulsing within him, yet untamed.
"And your final wish?" the god asked.
Jiro hesitated, then smirked.
"I want to be reincarnated with the appearance of Cadis Etrama Di Raizel from Noblesse—tall, graceful, black hair, crimson eyes. And I want a body infused with a hybrid bloodline—half dragon, half vampire."
The god raised a white eyebrow. "Ah, the elegance of the vampire prince and the raw might of the dragon. That's quite the cocktail of power."
"Can you do it?" Jiro asked.
"I'm the Origin God," he replied, as if offended by the question. "Of course I can."
He waved his hand, and symbols ancient as creation itself circled around Jiro's soul, embedding into his core. He felt a new presence awaken—something primal and powerful. A sleeping beast of regal blood and destructive heritage.
"You'll be strong," the god said. "But remember, strength alone won't define you."
Jiro nodded. "Then I choose the world of That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime."
"Excellent," the god said, stepping back. "I will place you exactly where you wished—beside Rimuru. A second miracle, born from the same moment."
Light began to engulf Jiro's soul, wrapping him in warmth and motion. The void around him unraveled into threads of light and time.
As the world faded, the god's voice echoed one final time:
"Be entertaining, Jiro. One day, you'll understand why that's the only thing that matters to a god."
Then, everything vanished in brilliance.