My name is Adrian Everhart. Right now, I'm standing—or maybe floating—in front of a so-called goddess who's supposed to send me off to reincarnation.
How did I end up here? That's the story.
On Earth, I wasn't struggling. I had money, comfort, everything people usually chase. But all of that doesn't matter anymore. One moment, I was alive, and the next, I was drifting through an endless white void. No sound. No direction. No body. Just me, my thoughts, and the suffocating stillness.
Then she appeared—this "goddess." Beautiful. Radiant. The whole divine aesthetic. She claimed she was here to guide me into reincarnation. But something was… off. Too rushed. Too desperate.
So I pressed her. Question after question. And the more I asked, the more cracks appeared in her perfect mask. Eventually, the truth spilled out: she wasn't the god. She was his daughter. And she had made a mistake—a big one.
My death wasn't supposed to happen. Worse, she wasn't even supposed to intercept me here.
This place wasn't the end of the reincarnation stream. Not even halfway. Normally, by the time a soul drifts to the end, consciousness fades. Consent isn't needed. But I was still aware. Still myself. And because of that, she couldn't send me on without my permission.
Which meant she was stuck. If I didn't reincarnate, her little screw-up would be noticed. And if it was… the punishment she'd face from the true god would be severe.
That gave me leverage. So I turned the tables—negotiations, pressure, even threats. In the end, she cracked. I couldn't force infinite power or endless wishes out of her, but I managed to corner her into granting me three wishes.
Three. Enough to rewrite my new life.
> "Think quickly. We don't have much time," she urged.
My mind raced. I wanted power. Immortality. But those were things she would deny outright. No, my first wish had to be tied to reincarnation itself.
"Do I have to reincarnate back into my own world?" I asked.
> "No," she admitted. "Your world is just one among many. All souls enter a collective stream, then scatter into worlds at random. But I can bend that flow… send you to a specific one."
Excitement surged. The possibilities were endless—anime universes, fantasy realms, worlds overflowing with power.
But as if sensing my thoughts, she cut me down cold.
> "I can't send you into high fantasy. Those worlds aren't under my jurisdiction. You'll have to settle for something lesser."
It stung. There went the dream of walking into a god-tier world. Still, fantasy itself was on the table. And that was more than enough.
So, I began weighing options. Twilight? Decent. At least I could play with immortality. MCU? Dangerous, unless I get overwhelming strength. Lord of the Rings? Not exciting enough. Harry Potter? Magic, sure, but no true immortality.
Then it hit me. Vampire Diaries. Strong immortality, brutal power scaling, endless magic—and, frankly, plenty of beautiful women. Perfect.
"Is choosing the world itself considered a wish?" I asked cautiously.
> "Definitely," she smirked.
Petty bitch. She was squeezing every advantage she could.
"Fine. My first wish—I want to be born into the world of The Vampire Diaries. The canon one. No weird spoof, no fanfiction knock-off. And I keep my memories intact."
> "Good. T.V.D. is under my jurisdiction. But if you want to keep your memories… that's another wish."
I caught the smirk twitching at her lips.
"Hey, memory is the basic right of any transmigrator! How do you expect me to survive without it? If that's how it's going to be, let's cancel the deal and call your father. You think that's much different from being obliterated?"
That hit. She flinched, startled. I knew she couldn't risk calling his attention now.
> "…Fine. You keep your memories. But I'll still count it as a wish. Which means your second can only be for mortal things—nothing supernatural. Otherwise, I will call Father."
Reluctantly, I agreed. If she wanted to play like that, I'd just have to phrase carefully. Mortal didn't mean useless.
"I want my second wish to be the peak of mortal potential. Peak handsomeness. Peak talents. A body free of disease or abnormality. Nothing that can affect me negatively."
Her smirk faltered, replaced by a click of the tongue.
> "Tch. Accepted. Only one wish remains."
Yeah, I knew it—she'd planned to curse me with something nasty. Too bad for her.
Now came the most important wish. My true ticket to power.
But before I could speak, she cut in.
> "I know what you're about to ask. No, I can't give you some all-powerful ability that makes you invincible. The world wouldn't bear it. If you tried, the power would be nerfed—restrictions, weaknesses, limitations. Like that shadow monarch from the anime you watched. Powerful, yes… but shackled. Instead, choose something in line with the world's natural power. Then, I can push it to the extreme."
Damn. There went the easy path. If I asked for Shadow Monarch powers,or some over powerful things like time manipulation and all she'd twist it until it was practically useless. I needed something grounded in the universe itself.
Something already possible, but taken further than anyone else.
And I knew exactly what.
"I want my third wish," I declared, "to become the most talented and gifted warlock to ever walk that universe. My magical talent raised to the highest it can possibly be."
For a moment, silence. Then, a smile crept across her lips—not kind, but sharp. Sadistic.
> "Wish… granted."
My gut dropped. I'd missed a loophole.
That was my last thought before the void swallowed me, and consciousness slipped away.
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