Theo hovered over the Imagination tab, his pulse quickening.
"Alright," he muttered. "I need something versatile somthing I can use immediately. Something that fits me. Since I have a D ranked system a weapon would be best, nothing crazy maybe a sword."
Aria's sing-song voice chimed in, "Oooh, are we going practical again? Lame. Remember, Theo—you've only got one free wish. You could make a flaming chariot pulled by spirit tigers. Or a coffee machine that spits out world peace. Think bigger."
Theo ignored her and closed his eyes. His mind slipped inward, the way it always did when he weighed a fight.
I've always been good with my fists. The feeling of a hit connecting, clean and solid. But guns—yeah, I've won competitions with those too.Dual wielding swords? Fast, precise, unpredictable. I'm good at that too . If I can blend all three, I'd never be caught off guard.
A memory sparked—competitions, bruised knuckles, trigger pulls, long nights training while everyone else slept. A morphing weapon… it would be perfect.
Morphing items weren't exactly common, but they weren't mythical either. Costly to make, difficult to maintain, sure—but with the Imagination System, that wasn't a problem.
Weapons have ranks, just like systems and skill Proficiency. Theo reminded himself D through SS. If I make them too weak I wasted my free use, Too strong and I won't be able to use them.
As if reading his thoughts, Aria cut in slyly, "Mmm, I see where you're going. And since I'm feeling generous… I'll add a little extra flair."
Theo cracked an eye. "Flair?"
"Oh yes." Her voice was wickedly playful. "Your first creation will never be left behind. I'm coding it so it can devour higher-ranked weapons and absorb their power. It'll level up with you, grow with you, maybe even sass you when you use it wrong. Consider it my… birthday present."
Theo's heart thudded. A weapon that could grow with me? No one else has anything like that.
The screen pulsed. Theo focused, molding the image in his mind.
Form one—a pair of gauntlets, high-tech but elegant, hugging my wrists and forearms all the way to my elbows. Sleek plating etched with faintly glowing runes, humming with restrained Spirit Power. Perfect for close quarter combat.
The pressure in his head sharpened as he pushed further.
Form two—each gauntlet can shift, plates sliding and folding into the shape of a pistol. Sleek, compact, each shot powered by Spirit energy. Quick draw, high rate of fire, perfect for mid-range fights.
The vision deepened.
Form three—combine both pistols, and they lock together, morphing into a long, high-tech sniper rifle. Elegant barrel inscribed with runes, its core burning with Spirit energy. One shot consumes a huge amount of Spirit Power, but the range and penetration… enough to fell a beast in a single breath from a great distance.
Form four—swords. Each gauntlet flowing into a curved handle with an elegant guard. The blades straight, sharp, ending in a curved upward tip—perfect for precision.
A duelist's weapon. A predator's edge.
The pressure released. The green screen flared—then with a crash of light, the weapon materialized across his forearms.
Theo gasped. The weapon gleamed with a high-tech luster, runes alive with faint sea green fire. He flexed his hands and felt them move as naturally as his own skin. With a thought, the plates unfolded—snapping into sleek pistols that vibrated with contained Spirit Power. Another thought, and the two merged with a mechanical growl into a rifle, long and deadly. He split them again, watching them flow like liquid metal into twin curved swords, their edges gleaming with menace.
Theo stared, breath caught between awe and disbelief. I made this.
Aria squealed with delight. "Ooooh, now that is a birthday present! Four forms, rune-carved, sleek and deadly. Honestly, Theo, you might have just outdone half the inventors in history on your first try."
Theo gripped the weapon tighter, his grin crooked, sharp. "This… this is just the beginning."
Aria giggled. "Oh, I know. And just wait till we feed the weapon it its first meal."
The gauntlets shimmered in the sea-green glow, runes pulsing like they were alive. Theo flexed his fists, still reeling from the morphing spectacle—gauntlets to pistols, pistols to rifle, rifle to swords, then back again, like liquid metal obeying his thoughts.
It's mine, he thought. All mine.
Aria's voice cut through his awe, dripping with smugness.
"Sooo… are we just going to keep calling it 'The Weapon' forever? That's so boring, Theo. Like… beige-socks boring."
Theo rolled his eyes. "I was still getting used to it. Give me a second before you start acting like a naming committee."
"Naming committee? Excuse me, I'm more like… an artistic genius. A branding savant. A professional namer of all cool things. You're welcome."
Theo smirked. "Oh yeah? What brilliant names do you have in mind?"
"Glad you asked! Okay, first option: Punchy McShootstab. Because, you know, fists, guns, blades—checks all the boxes!"
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not calling my weapon Punchy McShootstab."
"Fine, fine. Option two: Spirit Spaghetti. Because it's all twisty and morph-y and—"
Theo barked out a laugh despite himself. "Aria. Stop. Please."
"Okay, okay, serious hat on. How about Eclipse Fang? Dark, edgy, mysterious. Very main-character vibes."
Theo tilted his head, considering. "Better. But it feels… like it belongs to someone else."
There was a pause, then her tone softened just a touch. "Alright then, what does it feel like to you? You're the one who has to wield it. What do you see when you look at it?"
Theo stared at the gauntlets as the runes pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He thought of his fists—his first weapons. The pistols, sharp and efficient. The sniper rifle, devastating but precise. The swords, elegant and ruthless. A weapon that was everything he was and everything he wanted to be.
"…It's imagination made real," he said finally. "Limitless. It's mine. My edge.
The name formed in his mind, clear and undeniable.
"Omni."
Aria whispered it like a prayer. "Omni… The weapon born from the Great Imagination System. I like it. Has that whole… destined-hero ring to it."
Theo smirked. "Better than Punchy McShootstab."
"Hey, don't knock genius when you hear it! But fine, Omni it is. Your first creation. Your partner."
The gauntlets pulsed brighter at the name, runes flaring like they had accepted it.
[SYSTEM MENU UPDATE]
Item Created: Omni (Morphing Weapon)
Rank: D (Upgradeable)
Unique Trait: Devour & Evolve — Omni can absorb higher-ranked weapons to increase its own rank.
Current Forms:
1. Gauntlets – High-tech, rune-etched armguards covering fists to elbows. Enhances striking power.
2. Pistols – Twin spirit-energy firearms. Moderate spirit consumption. High accuracy and rate of fire.
3. Rifle – Spirit Sniper. Extreme spirit consumption. Single long-range shot with massive penetration.
4. Blades – Elegant straight swords with curved hilts and rune-etched guards. Designed for dual-wielding.
5. Casual - A bracelet.