In the sterile, timeless void of my hospital room, the world outside became a distant, abstract concept. Time was no longer measured by seasons or sunsets, but by the rhythmic, agonizing swell of pain that pulsed through my body and the cold, mechanical efficiency of my care team. The "well-meaning medical staff" were kind, yes, but they were also a constant, rotating cast in a play where I was the only static character, an object of medical curiosity and pity. My family's love, once a bright beacon, dwindled to embers under the weight of an affliction they couldn't fix, a suffering they couldn't share. The silence in their absence was deafening, a testament to the isolating power of chronic pain and the slow erosion of hope.
Every day brought a fresh wave of the same old agony, a monotonous cycle of pain management that never truly managed to dull the edges of my suffering. The nights were the worst, the dark amplifying the relentless ache in my bones, making the sterile room feel less like a sanctuary of healing and more like a tomb. The hum of the machines became a lullaby of despair, each beep a reminder of a life half-lived, a potential unfulfilled. The vibrant colors of life had faded, not just in my room, but in my soul, replaced by a monochrome existence where the only dominant hue was the stark, enduring ache. It was in this profound, suffocating emptiness that the weight of my reality pressed down, leaving me adrift in a sea of isolation.
Or, that's where I expected myself to be...
The thought hung in the non-space where my mind should have been. There was no pain. No sterile, agonizing swell that pulsed through my body like a constant, demanding tide. The rhythmic, mechanical beep of the heart monitor was absent. The low, dehumanizing hum of hospital machinery had vanished, replaced by an encompassing, profound silence that didn't feel empty, but rather, full of potential. The sudden, shocking absence of physical agony was so absolute it felt like a positive presence, a stunning revelation that left me disoriented in a way no pain ever had. I had been preparing for the tomb of my hospital room; instead, I had found a void that was warm, still, and promised something other than an slow, agonizing fade into nothingness.
Then, a voice. It did not use air to make sound, but resonated directly within my nascent consciousness, a boom of pure thought that carried the weight of eons and a startlingly casual air.
"You are correct with that assumption, young man," the Entity boomed, the words unfurling in my mind with an undeniable authority. "I have watched you throughout your life and I have decided to Reincarnate you in Another World of your Choice with 3 Wishes! So what will they be?!"
The statement landed like a thunderclap in the silence of my being. A God. Reincarnation. Three Wishes. These were concepts from fiction, from the desperate, silent prayers I had sometimes offered in the darkest hours of the night when the pain was at its peak. Now, they were my new reality, delivered with an almost administrative efficiency that belied the monumental implications. My life, once measured by the cold efficiency of a care team and the slow erosion of hope, was suddenly a blank page. The silence that followed the Entity's question was thick with possibilities. I had resigned myself to a monochrome existence, but now, a fresh palette was being offered.
I didn't need to think for long. The wishes were not born from greed or a desire for power in some abstract sense, but from the very core of the suffering that had defined my previous existence.
"Can I choose any world, even worlds of Fiction?" I asked the god, to which he responded with a hearty laugh and said. "Of course son, now state where you want to go and I will send you there after your wishes!"
A grin beginning to appear on my face, I said, "I want to go to the world of `My Hero Academia`!"
"Very Well," The God then snapped his fingers and said, "It shall be done! Now, get to wishing!"
I then begin to think very hard about what I want, but not long after, I remembered a really powerful Skill from one of my Favorite Novels and I spoke. "For my first wish, I would like a Gamer System as a Hidden Quirk."
"Granted, you now have that power! Next wish." After the god finished speaking, I said, "For my next wish, I would like a Quirk that allows me to Create any Item, Skill, or Entities!"
"Okay, Granted! Now, your final Wish?" The godly being said, expecting my last wish.
"For my final Wish, I would like a Quirk that makes the world look like a Grid that allows me to perceive anything around me with coordinates and can be linked with my other abilities. Like for example, for Absolute Creation, I can designate coordinates to create them at and also move the created anywhere I want. Also it can be toggled on or off." I made my finale wish with detail so I can get the most out of it.
"Chuckle, Done! Good luck, young mortal!" Then my vision faded as I lost consciousness.
Meanwhile in a Hospital in Musutafu-Japan, a that has just given birth gets handed her newborn child.
"Congratulations ma'am, it's a healthy Boy!" One of the nurses says as she handed her the child.
"Yes, I just wish my husband was alive to see our child." Then taking a look at her child she spoke with love and warmth, "Your name will be Oroki, Oroki Daisuke."