Back in the Divine Realm, the assistant whispered nervously to God, "My lord… you gave him way too much for the second wish. Imagine what he'll ask for with the third one."
God of Laziness yawned, reclining on his throne. "Don't you agree he's performing better than the last mortal?
Did you see how the others fared in previous lives?
Fragile, afraid… he's different. Let time unfold. He will understand when the moment is right."
The assistant nodded silently, sensing the weight of what was to come. A mysterious aura lingered in the air, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Meanwhile, PK had no idea of all this celestial chatter. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the familiar warmth of Law Manor.
His first sight: Lana, Luna, and Aunt Eve standing over him, their eyes red and glistening with tears.
PK's heart softened immediately. He understood—they had been terrified.
Without a word, he stretched his arms out, and all three rushed into a tight embrace.
"We thought something happened to you! We were so afraid of losing you!" Lana sobbed, clinging to his chest.
"I… I zoned out," PK explained vaguely, trying to sound casual, though his own heart ached seeing them so emotional. "Nothing serious, I promise."
But the three didn't let go. Tears kept flowing as PK hugged them, coaxing them softly, planting gentle kisses on their foreheads, cheeks, and hair, whispering, "I'm fine. I'm here. Everything's okay."
Bit by bit, their tears slowed, replaced with soft sniffles and shy smiles. PK finally stepped back slightly and grinned, his usual mischievous spark returning. "Okay, okay… I'm starving. Who's making dinner?"
Instantly, the mood shifted.
Lana, Luna, and Eve giggled through lingering tears, their earlier fear melting into excitement. "I'll cook!" "Me too!" "We'll make everything you like!"
PK laughed, watching them hustle around the kitchen, feeling that warm, unshakable happiness that came from knowing they truly cared.
And somewhere deep inside, he couldn't help but think: no matter what crazy things the world—or even the gods—threw at him, moments like this made life perfect.