The void was silent, yet Jinwoo's eyes burned like twin blades as he faced the being of light.
"You said three wishes," he murmured. "Then I'll make them count. I refuse to crawl in weakness a second time."
God's voice echoed gently. "Speak, Jinwoo Han. Tell me what you desire."
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The First Wish
"My first wish," Jinwoo began, his tone sharp, "is for the perfect body. Not instant strength, no shortcuts. I don't want the weakling to suddenly become a god overnight—that would make me soft. No, I want a body with limitless adaptability, a body that responds to training and pain at the highest level. I will forge myself into perfection with my own hands."
Images flickered in the void—Daniel Park's overweight, clumsy ten-year-old form. Jinwoo smirked. "That boy's body will become a weapon. If I train, it will evolve. If I fight, it will grow. My sweat and blood will shape it until not even the strongest can break it."
The light pulsed, as though acknowledging the resolve behind the wish.
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The Second Wish
"My second wish is knowledge." His eyes gleamed coldly. "Every martial art in history, from ancient battlefields to modern warzones. I want the knowledge of all combat disciplines—from judo to krav maga, from kenjutsu to fencing, from bare-knuckle boxing to guerrilla tactics. Guns, knives, swords, even improvised weapons—I want it all."
God's light shimmered, but Jinwoo's voice only grew harder.
"And not just techniques. I want the instincts of a warrior—the Eye of War. The ability to see through an opponent's stance, to read their weakness, to counter before they strike. I want the experience of battle itself imprinted into my mind, as if I've fought a thousand wars. And," he added, his tone darkening, "I want durability. No fragile bones, no weak flesh. When I'm hit, I will endure. When I fall, I will rise."
The images that formed this time were brutal: warriors clashing on battlefields, assassins in the shadows, masters of every style moving in his mind as if they were his own memories.
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The Third Wish
"And finally," Jinwoo said, his voice lowering, "my third wish is intellect. I want the most advanced knowledge of technology, strategy, and law. I built my first empire with scraps of knowledge stolen and earned through blood. This time, I want the full arsenal: finance, engineering, politics, coding, economics, international law. With this, I won't just rule the underworld—I'll dominate the world above it too."
But then, for the first time, Jinwoo hesitated. His lips curved into a cruel smile.
"And one more thing. Before I go into Daniel Park's body, I want training. My past self never threw a punch in real combat. A businessman's battlefield is different. To wield my new body and knowledge, I need experience."
He looked up, unflinching. "Send me against the greatest human warriors across fiction and history. Sakamoto. Castle. Batman. Deathstroke. Ghostmaker. Warriors who rely not on superpowers, but on skill, intellect, and blood. Let me break, bleed, and learn until my instincts are real."
The void trembled. God's light flared brighter, almost as if in laughter.
"You ask not for power freely given, but for the chance to earn it," God said. "Very well, Jinwoo Han. Your wishes shall be granted. Your body shall adapt without limit. Your mind shall carry the wisdom of war. Your intellect shall hold the keys to kingdoms. And your training… shall begin now."
The world around him shattered like glass.
Jinwoo clenched his fists, his cruel smirk sharper than a blade. "Good. Then when I wake in that boy's body… I won't just survive. I'll conquer."
The void dissolved into blinding light—
and the Emperor's true rebirth began.
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