The wind was cold against my face as I walked home under the dim glow of the streetlights. My hands were tucked deep into my coat pockets, my thoughts far away from the world around me. Another long day, another silent night.
I wasn't unhappy. Not really. But I wasn't chasing anything either. My life had been… quiet. Ordinary. I worked, ate, slept, and spent my free time escaping into fictional worlds. Worlds where characters had purpose. Drama. Power. Tragedy. Destiny.
I often wondered what it would be like,to be one of them. To have a life that mattered.
My thoughts drifted to the countless books I had read and anime I'd watched. Heroes reincarnated into fantastical worlds with magic, monsters, and missions. They always seemed to die in strange, almost comical ways. It made for good entertainment, I guess.
Then, I heard it.
Beep.
A single, sharp sound, followed by the sudden blaring of a horn. I turned my head.
Everything went black.
I awoke slowly, my body strangely light. The world around me was white,completely and utterly white. Like an endless void.
I sat up, confused, and saw a man standing a few feet away. He wore a white lab coat and held a clipboard, his posture relaxed, almost amused.
"Ah, you're awake," he said with a pleasant smile.
I blinked at him, still disoriented. "Where... am I? A hospital?"
"Not quite."
"Who called 911?" I asked, looking around for any equipment, nurses, or walls,anything to ground me.
The man chuckled. "Nobody called 911. You didn't make it."
My heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"You died," he said plainly, flipping through his clipboard. "Crushed by a delivery truck. Instant, really. Very... isekai-esque, if I may say so."
I stared at him in disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about? I feel fine."
The man tilted his head. "You think you feel fine because you haven't fully processed what's happening yet. It's common."
He paused, then gave me a knowing smile. "Also, calling me a lunatic in your head is rather rude."
My mouth opened, but no words came out.
"Yes, I can read your thoughts," he said, raising a hand before I could respond. "I'm God. Omniscient, omnipresent, the whole package. It's not strictly required that I look divine. This is just a form you can relate to."
My thoughts were a mess,somewhere between "this is insane" and "what if he's telling the truth?"
He pulled a sheet of paper out of thin air and adjusted his glasses.
"Mr. Christian," he said, reading aloud. "Age 27. Life lived without ambition, but without cruelty. Content with the little things. Not particularly driven, but not harmful either. Accumulated decent karma. Not bad. Not exceptional."
I was still trying to process what was happening when he looked at me directly.
"Due to your untimely and unfortunate death, and the relatively good karma you've built up, I've decided to give you an opportunity. A second chance. You may reincarnate in a world of your choosing."
I stared at him, stunned.
"You'll be granted three wishes," he continued. "No more. The rules are simple: choose your world, choose your powers or boons, and do not exceed the limits of that world. If your wishes would break the balance, I'll deny them."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like something out of one of those isekai light novels I used to binge. Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? But the last thing I remembered… that beep… the horn…
Maybe this was real.
God crossed his arms, waiting patiently. "Take your time."
I did. For several minutes, I thought carefully. If this was truly real, I couldn't waste the opportunity.
Finally, I looked up.
"I want to be reincarnated in the world of Game of Thrones," I said.
God raised an eyebrow. "A dark and dangerous world. Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"Very well. Your three wishes?"
"For my first wish," I began, "I want to be reincarnated as a vampire progenitor...the original. Immortal, powerful, but without any negative side effects. No uncontrollable thirst, no weakness to sunlight, none of that."
God scribbled on his clipboard. "Noted. Second?"
"I want complete knowledge...everything humanity has ever discovered in my past world and everything that exists in the world I'll be reborn into. Think of it as an Akashic Records library inside my mind."
He let out a soft hum. "Useful, and dangerous. But acceptable."
"For my last wish," I said, "I want an inventory system like in RPGs. Infinite space. Time doesn't pass for items inside..no decay, no rot, no degradation."
God lowered the clipboard and gave me a long, thoughtful look.
"You realize that what you're asking for is… excessive, yes?"
"I do," I replied. "But Game of Thrones is no playground. That world kills people like breathing."
He sighed, then chuckled. "Fair enough. But remember this: these powers come with a cost,not to you, but to your responsibilities. You are now a part of that world. If things go wrong, if balance is lost… it's your job to fix it."
"So I'm your watchdog."
He grinned. "You catch on quick."
Then he added something that caught me off guard.
"As for your vampire progenitor request… I'll grant it. But I'll take it one step further. You will be reborn as the Fourth Progenitor,like Akatsuki Kojou from Strike the Blood. All familiars included. You'll have full access to their powers."
My eyes widened. "Isn't that a bit much?"
God shrugged. "Think of it as insurance. Game of Thrones is filled with monsters; some you know, and some you don't. The Night King isn't the only threat lurking in the dark."
He turned, his voice lowering just slightly. "And after a millennium... there will be a surprise waiting for you."
Before I could ask what he meant, everything began to fade.
The white void collapsed into shadows. His voice echoed one last time:
"Good luck, Mr. Christian. This time, make it count."
I woke up lying on a bed of snow, the world around me blanketed in white.
The wind howled.
I sat up, feeling no cold, no discomfort. Only power....deep, ancient, and hungry.
A new world.
A new life.
And I... was no longer ordinary.