### Chapter 1: How It All Began
Malachi wasn't your average guy. A 28-year-old barista with a mop of curly hair and a quiet life in Boise, Idaho, he spent his days steaming oat milk and his nights dreaming of something bigger—something dazzling. He'd always been a dreamer, sketching wild ideas in a battered notebook: lyrics about heartbreak, dance moves he'd never dared try, a face he wished the mirror would reflect. But on March 16, 2025, everything changed in a way he could never have scripted.
It started with a freak accident. Malachi was biking home from his shift when a delivery truck swerved, sending him crashing into a ditch. As his vision blurred and the world faded, he didn't see a tunnel of light or pearly gates. Instead, he found himself standing in a shimmering void, a place that pulsed with iridescent colors and hummed with an otherworldly energy. Before him stood a figure—a towering, faceless entity cloaked in starlight, its voice echoing like a chorus of wind chimes.
"Malachi," it said, "your thread has snapped, but the tapestry isn't done with you. You've been chosen for reincarnation. Not just any life, but one you'll craft. Welcome to the Wheel of Wishes."
Malachi blinked, his barista apron still clinging to his chest, coffee stains and all. "Reincarnation? Wheel of Wishes? Is this some cosmic game show?" he stammered.
The entity chuckled, a sound like marbles rolling across glass. "In a way. You'll spin the Wheel to shape your next life. Talents, traits, even the universe you'll enter—it's yours to decide. But choose wisely; the system binds to your soul."
A massive, glowing wheel materialized, its surface etched with countless runes and symbols—some familiar, like "Strength" or "Charisma," others cryptic, like "Aetheric Resonance" or "Temporal Grace." Beside it hovered a translucent panel, a sort of cosmic dashboard labeled "The Ascension System." It promised to integrate his choices, ensuring they worked in harmony, amplifying his potential beyond mortal limits.
"First," the entity intoned, "your vessel. A form already known, yet yours to redefine." A spotlight flared, revealing a figure: Justin Bieber, circa his *Purpose* era—lean, tattooed, and radiating pop-star swagger. Malachi's jaw dropped. "Wait, *the* Justin Bieber? I'm… him?"
"Not quite," the entity replied. "You'll step into a version of his essence, but you'll mold it. Spin the Wheel to claim your gifts."
Malachi hesitated, then gripped the Wheel's edge. It thrummed under his hands, alive with possibility. With a deep breath, he spun. The runes blurred into a kaleidoscope, slowing to land on "Beauty." A mirror appeared, reflecting his new face—Bieber's sharp jawline and piercing eyes, but softened with Malachi's own warmth, a hybrid that felt uniquely his. The Ascension System chimed, locking it in.
"Again," he said, adrenaline surging. Another spin: "Singing." His throat tingled as a golden thread of vocal prowess wove into his being—rich, versatile, a voice that could belt anthems or croon ballads. The system glowed, syncing it with his beauty, enhancing his stage presence.
He spun again and again, each choice deliberate. "Dancing" granted him fluid, electrifying moves—think Michael Jackson meets TikTok flair. "Modeling" sculpted his physique and poise, making every pose a masterpiece. "Acting" infused him with emotional depth and charisma, perfect for silver-screen glory. The Wheel offered more—wealth, luck, resilience—and Malachi took them all, spinning until his dashboard brimmed with power.
"Where am I going with this?" he asked, dizzy with excitement.
The entity gestured to a swirling portal. "A parallel Earth—Earth-Prime-7. A universe where fame bends to your will, where systems like ours nudge destiny. It's vibrant, chaotic, a stage built for you."
Malachi grinned, feeling the Ascension System hum within him, a perfect engine of talent and fate. "Malachi Bieber," he mused, stepping toward the portal. "Let's see what this universe has got."
As he crossed the threshold, light swallowed him, and the void faded. Somewhere on Earth-Prime-7, a new star was about to ignite—one forged by a barista's dreams and a cosmic spin.