The boy fell silent, deep in thought. Having been trapped in a void for millions of years, there were countless things he could ask for. Yet, only three wishes felt truly essential, standing out amidst the many desires he had accumulated over his long solitude.
"I want to retain all my memories after I reincarnate," the boy said, ensuring that he wouldn't lose his sense of self when beginning his new life. His identity, forged by his past experiences, was something he didn't want to forget.
The figure nodded approvingly, a calm smile on his face. "Of course. You will remember everything clearly. Not a single memory will fade. You will carry them all into your next life."
The boy felt a wave of relief wash over him. Knowing that his memories would remain intact, he wouldn't lose who he was—his essence, his identity. No matter what world he was sent to, he would still be himself. His past, his relationships, the lessons he had learned, all would remain. This thought comforted him in ways he hadn't anticipated. His fear of losing himself in this mysterious new beginning slowly began to fade away.
After securing his first wish, he paused again, mulling over his second request carefully. What would he need in this new life? What could help him thrive in an unknown world, where danger and uncertainty likely awaited? His thoughts wandered to the stories he'd read, the powerful characters with extraordinary abilities.
"I want to have eyes that can perceive everything," he finally declared, his voice more confident this time. "Eyes that can see not just the physical world but the spiritual as well. I want to be able to see people's souls, their true intentions, and to perceive even the smallest movements. With such eyes, I'll be able to understand my new world and protect myself."
Once again, the figure nodded in agreement, his expression showing satisfaction with the boy's reasoning. "A wise and thoughtful wish. The eyes you desire will grant you a deeper understanding of the world than most could ever hope to achieve. You will see beyond the surface of things, allowing you to discern truths hidden from ordinary eyes."
The boy smiled softly, pleased with the figure's response. He had read about abilities like this in the many comics he used to enjoy, particularly those where characters could see through illusions or detect hidden threats. These eyes would give him the power to survive and protect himself—and perhaps others—in this new life. The second wish was complete, but there was still one more to make.
However, this last wish was crucial. He had to make it count. For a moment, the boy hesitated, pondering all the possibilities. What could he ask for that would ensure he not only survived but thrived in any situation? What could push him toward greatness in this second life? After a long pause, he finally spoke.
"And for my final wish," the boy said, his tone thoughtful and determined, "I want a body that can adapt and grow rapidly in any condition, no matter how difficult or dangerous. Whether I face physical challenges or harsh environments, I want to be able to evolve and become stronger."
This time, the mysterious figure smiled wider, clearly impressed with the boy's request. "A powerful choice indeed. With such a body, you will become a resilient and formidable being. You will adapt to any situation, overcoming obstacles that others might find impossible. Your request has been granted."
With all three of his wishes fulfilled, the boy felt a sense of accomplishment. His choices had been carefully made, each one aimed at securing his survival and success in the new world. He would retain his memories, granting him continuity between his past and future. His new eyes would allow him to see beyond the ordinary, giving him the insight he needed to navigate unfamiliar dangers. And his adaptive body would ensure that no challenge was too great for him to overcome. He was ready.
But just as the mysterious figure was about to send him on his way, he asked a question that caught the boy by surprise. "Now, what kind of appearance would you like in your new life?" The figure's tone was casual, but the boy understood the significance of this decision.
The boy blinked, momentarily taken aback. He hadn't thought about that. His appearance? He could look any way he wanted? He remembered how in the comics, the characters often had striking, heroic appearances. One character, in particular, came to mind—a figure he had admired for his strength and resolve.
"I want to look like Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint," the boy answered, his voice steady and sure. Yoo Joonghyuk was the type of character he aspired to be—strong, determined, and unstoppable.
The mysterious figure chuckled softly, seemingly amused by the boy's choice. "An interesting choice indeed. Very well, I will grant it."
Suddenly, a brilliant light enveloped the boy, so intense that he had to close his eyes. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The light was warm, bright, and all-encompassing, erasing the darkness that had surrounded him for so long. It felt as if he were being lifted, pulled from the void and into something new and unknown. The emptiness that had once defined his existence was now being replaced by an overwhelming sense of hope and anticipation.
As the light grew brighter, the figure's voice echoed one last time in the boy's ears, even though he could no longer see him. "Grow strong and wise, child of prophecy," the figure's voice resonated, filled with both wisdom and a hint of mystery.
And with that, the light consumed him entirely, blinding him to the world he had known for millions of years. But he didn't feel fear or sadness. Instead, a profound sense of peace and excitement washed over him as he realized that a new chapter in his existence was about to begin.
The life he had known was over, but a new one awaited—a life filled with promise, challenge, and the chance to shape his destiny. And this time, he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
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