"W-where am I?" he asked, his voice unsteady as he glanced around the unfamiliar room.
"What do you think? You have five wishes," the man replied lightly.
The young man froze, staring at him in disbelief. Five wishes? The words echoed in his head, chasing away his confusion and replacing it with a rush of excitement. His unease melted into something brighter, something wild.
"Really? Five wishes?" he said, his eyes lighting up, unable to hide the sudden joy in his voice.
The man nodded calmly, closing the comic book and setting it aside on the desk beside him. His movements were unhurried, as if this sort of thing happened every day. Meanwhile, the young man could hardly contain himself—his heart pounding at the thought that his life had just turned into something out of a fantasy.
"So, go ahead and make whatever wish you want. There's very little limitation with me," the man said lightly, "The only real restriction is that the stronger you want to be, the more wishes it will cost you. So, go ahead and list your wishes."
"You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this…" the young man said, his voice trembling with excitement as his hands curled into fists at his sides. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of hope and hunger. "I wish to have the power to warp reality with no limits. To be beyond the likes of Gremmy Thoumeaux, Franklin Richards, Scarlet Witch, Phoenix Force, Dr. Manhattan, Alien X, and so on." His words spilled out in a rush, "But I don't want my reality-warping power to be bound to reality alone. Even outside it, in other realities, I want to warp anything and everything beyond it to my will."
His breath caught at the end of the sentence, his chest rising and falling faster. He stared at the man with wide, hopeful eyes, as if daring to believe this might actually happen.
"That's… overpowered," the man said with a faint sigh "But since you helped my daughter, I'll work with you to ensure your wishes go smoothly. First of all, a wish like that would take up more than one wish. Secondly, if you place a limitation on it—something like needing a word or an action to activate your power—it would give you full control and stop your nightmares from stepping into life and hunting you. Lastly, starting off with great power means fewer wishes left, but you can get around that by simply having the potential instead."
The young man listened closely, his excitement dimming just enough for seriousness to take over. He gave a slow nod, weighing the advice carefully.
"Okay then," he said after a moment, his voice steady now. "I wish to have limitless potential in reality warping and beyond, with the only drawback of my power being that I need to snap my fingers to warp reality."
The man nodded in approval at the wording of the wish, a small, knowing smile crossing his face as if he'd just watched a complicated deal fall into place.
"My second wish is to be born with the ability," he said lightly, his voice calmer now but still carrying that edge of excitement. "Something like Hero X or Gremmy Thoumeaux abilites. And again, for it to not be limited to simply warping reality… does that work?"
The man tilted his head slightly, his brow creasing as he studied him. "That can be done…" he said slowly, his tone thoughtful. "But what are you planning?" he asked, genuinely confused. After all, the young man had already made a wish for reality-warping powers that went far beyond what those two could ever achieve. The idea of wanting to be born with such an ability—on top of everything else—left him curious about what this young man truly intended.
"Well, I want to be reborn with reality-warping powers already at their level," he said with a confident smile, his eyes shining with anticipation. "That way, my talent can push me even further. So although I'd start at that level, my high talent would give me a natural boost in capability. I don't want to begin as some low-level reality warper who can barely bend the rules of reality."
His words made the man chuckle softly, an amused glint flickering across his face. "It shall be done," he said at last, his voice carrying a weight of finality. "What is your third wish?"
"My third wish…" the young man paused, then straightened a little, his excitement returning full force. "I wish for the Omni Sage. Unlike the Great Sage from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, this Omni Sage would be my reality-warping talent, taken in the form of a skill. It would do the things systems do—like an omni-system, but tied directly to me."
The god's laughter echoed lightly through the room, his nod slow and approving as he listened to the young man's ambitious words.
"Alright, I will even give you a reward," the man said with a scheming smile that curved slowly across his face. The expression made the young man shift slightly, a flicker of unease showing as he nodded in response, unsure what to expect.
"My fourth wish…" he began, his brows furrowing as he thought it through. "I want to say I want a bloodline or something like that… but wouldn't my reality-warping powers already cover that?" His voice carried a note of genuine curiosity as he mulled it over.
"How about giving you a bloodline or a physique that exists beyond space and time?" the man suggested, "That way, if someone ever travels backward in time, you'll have nothing to worry about."
The young man fell silent, considering it for a long moment, the idea settling into his mind. Finally, he gave a small, firm nod, his decision made.
"I wish for the power to be a singularity," he said firmly, his tone carrying a weight it hadn't before. "Someone who can't be copied by any ability, who exists only in the moment—without a past or a future. Going back in time to kill me would be pointless since I'm not there. You can't see my future because I haven't gone there yet, and you can't copy or drain my powers because there's only one me. Even if the timeline is erased, it's meaningless. I would just shift to another timeline, reality, or even a higher dimension."
The man raised an eyebrow at the scope of the wish, watching him for a long moment before a small smirk tugged at his lips. "I will call this the… Singularity Body," he said, the name rolling off his tongue like a decree.
The young man only gave a slight shrug at the title, clearly more focused on the effect than the name itself. "Lastly, my fifth wish…" he paused briefly, collecting his thoughts. "I want regeneration that allows me to restore my complete body, soul, and even my existence after destruction. Even if I'm erased on a conceptual level, I should be able to regenerate and come back. It should also make me immortal and allow me to adapt and grow stronger from injuries—not by much, but it should speed up my adaptation through the cycle of healing and destruction."
The man grew quiet at that, his expression unreadable as he considered the magnitude of what had just been asked.
"That can work," the man said after a brief pause, his tone thoughtful. "But I'll have to scale it to your strength; otherwise, it would take up more than one wish."
The young man nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Perfect."
"Then it's settled," the man continued lightly. "You'll have your limitless talent in reality warping, powers on the level of Hero X and The Visionary, your own version of the Great Sage—Omni Sage—the Singularity Body, and lastly, Regeneration."
The young man nodded once more, his excitement tempered by the quiet weight of what was about to happen.
"Well, good luck," the man said, leaning back in his chair. "Maybe we'll meet again one day… though I doubt it… I know how annoying that whole living-as-a-baby phase can be, so I'll make it easy for you. You'll awaken at the same age you were before coming here."
Before the young man could respond, the air around him began to distort. His vision blurred, the office fading from view as light wrapped around him. In an instant, his form dissolved completely, leaving the man alone once again in the silent room.
{A/N: The limitation to wishes is simple, there is a limit to what he can do, he is in the Immortal realm projecting himself in the lower realm, the more he does, the harder it would be, therefore the price shall go up.}
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"Where am I?" he muttered as he slowly sat up, his voice groggy and uncertain. A black-haired young man, around sixteen years old, blinked several times, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The bed beneath him felt rough and uneven, the kind of discomfort that only came from cheap springs and worn fabric.
He glanced around the room—it was small, almost cramped, with walls that looked aged and bare. The air carried a faint dampness, and the place had the quiet stillness of somewhere far from civilization. No lights, no hum of machines, nothing that hinted at modern life. It felt like an old camp cabin that had long outlived its best days.
But then he froze. He wasn't alone. Lying beside him was a woman with dark brown hair, her breathing soft and steady in sleep. For a moment, he just stared, unsure what to think, when suddenly a rush of memories surged through his mind. They came too fast to stop—the years since his birth, everything he had lived through up to this very moment.
His expression twisted into something caught between disbelief and confusion, a strange look settling on his face as the realization of it all began to sink in.
Why? Because, one, he was naked… in bed with his naked sister, Wanda Maximoff,