Two wishes were granted to shiku because he completed his training and tasks provided by the system
Now the 1st wish appears
Chapter 3: The Wish That Broke Reality
The wand hummed in Shiku's hand, waiting for the next command.
His mind wandered—uninvited—to the memory he never let go of.
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Flashback: Before the Wand
Back when Shiku was just the untouchable, the powerless, the one marked by the ink of shame—he lived alone, outside the city walls. No one dared speak to him. Even children were warned not to look at the boy with the cursed tattoo.
That was when she stumbled into his world—Kaeli.
He found her collapsed at the edge of the forbidden zone, bleeding and unconscious, chased by wild mana-beasts that had slipped through a rift. She was young, maybe his age. A mage, clearly. One who had wandered far from where she belonged.
Shiku had no magic. No means to protect her.
But he did.
He fought with broken metal, with fire, with desperation. And he didn't run.
Kaeli survived because of him.
And unlike the others, she came back. Not once. Many times. She brought books, stolen sweets, laughter.
She touched his hand. Called him brave. Treated him like a person.
And then—one day—she vanished.
They said a training accident claimed her. No body. No goodbye.
But the warmth of her hand stayed etched into his skin like a scar.
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Back to Present – First Wish
Now, with the System and wand obeying him, Shiku made the impossible request:
> "I wish to resurrect the one I loved."
The sky dimmed. The ground trembled.
Kaeli appeared—alive. Whole. Standing right before him.
But her eyes were filled with fear.
"You're him," she whispered. "The destroyer of my world."
Shiku's heart fell.
> System Notice: Resurrected soul source: Parallel World E-07. Memory link: incompatible.
This Kaeli wasn't his Kaeli. In her world, he was a villain.
He had summoned the wrong version of her.
> System Prompt:
Option A: Release her and restore balance.
Option B: Shatter this world and escape with her.
Shiku trembled. He wanted her back—but not like this.
With a quiet goodbye, he let her go.
Her final tear hung in the air like glass… then broke into stardust.
> System Log: Soul Released. Timeline stabilized.
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Second Wish
He stood in silence. Then spoke again, hollow and tired.
> "I wish to see the end of my journey."
The wand cracked. Reality twisted.
Shiku was yanked forward through time, flung across threads, until he stood at the end of everything:
He saw himself, older, colder, wearing a black crown of dying stars, alone atop a ruined multiverse.
"You reach here," the future Shiku said, "because you tried to bring everyone back. Because you couldn't let go."
> System Echo: Path locked. Future irreversible… unless you break the Mirror That Lies.
Shiku collapsed back to the present, gasping.
The wand was silent now.
But he had a name. A clue.
The Mirror That Lies.
And he knew: if he wanted to avoid becoming the villain in Kaeli's world—he had to find it.
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Shiku stood in the silence left behind by the broken wish.
The cold wind of the dimension bit his skin, but it was the ache in his chest that burned the most.
He had tasted power, and it left ash on his tongue.
Two wishes used. One life remembered. A future feared.
And now a riddle whispered by the System:
> "Break the Mirror That Lies."
He didn't know what it meant—but it felt important. Like a string he wasn't meant to pull.
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Hours passed.
Shiku wandered through the fragmenting realm. This place—this trial world—was stitched together from broken rules and orphaned threads. It wasn't meant to last. The colors in the sky bled like ink in water. Trees floated upside-down. Time pulsed in uneven beats.
In the distance, he saw a shimmer. A structure.
A temple?
No—a mirror. Freestanding. Waiting.
Its frame was made of bone. The glass… was rippling.
Was this the Mirror That Lies?
He stepped forward.
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But before he could reach it...
> "You're early," said a voice.
Shiku froze.
Out of the air stepped a figure draped in gray cloth and runes. Their face was masked, but the voice—faintly familiar.
The figure tilted their head. "Did you think the Mirror would give you answers? No… it only reflects the ones who ask."
Shiku raised the wand. "Who are you?"
The figure chuckled. "You used your second wish… to see your end. But you only saw one version."
A whisper ran along the ground like wind.
> System Alert: Identity Conflict Detected.
Shiku's eyes widened. He stepped closer.
The figure unmasked.
It was him.
But older. Not the black-crowned king of his vision. Not cruel.
Calm. Broken. Smiling.
> "I'm the one who never made the third wish."
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And then—the cliff twist:
The mirror behind them shatters.
Shiku turns—but it's not glass falling.
It's memories.
Thousands of them. His memories—but lived by others. Shiku as a father. A monster. A hero. A murderer. A child. A flame. A song.
They all flood toward him, screaming one thing:
> "YOU STOLE OUR THREAD."
The wand flies out of his hand. Cracks down the middle.
> System Breakdown Initiated. Core Identity Fractured.
The other Shiku steps back. "The third wish… has already been made."
Shiku screams, "No—I haven't—!"
But the world is already turning upside-down. The sky rips open, revealing a multiversal courtroom, full of judges who wear versions of his own face.
A gavel slams down.
> "SHIKU OF THREAD 0—YOU STAND TRIAL FOR WISH CRIMES AGAINST EXISTENCE."
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TO BE CONTINUED.
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