In a quiet hospital room, a young man lay motionless, his body covered in injuries. Bruises bloomed across his skin like ink stains, and deep cuts marked where blunt weapons had torn through. His arms were wrapped in gauze, one of them splinted. The swelling around his face made it hard to tell what he even looked like.
It was clear—this wasn't just a fight. He had been beaten mercilessly. Kicks, punches, weapons… they hadn't held back. Whoever did this wanted to break him. He had been taken to the edge, beaten to within an inch of his life. The only reason he was still breathing was because of the machines beside him, quietly keeping him alive.
"What happened to him?" a nurse asked as she stepped into the room with another. The nurse flinched the moment her eyes landed on him.
"Ignore him. He got what he deserved. If he does survive, he's going to be locked away for like thirty years or something," the second nurse said, her voice laced with disgust.
The first nurse frowned, visibly confused by the cold tone. Noticing the look, the second nurse sighed and explained.
"His wife just divorced him. That's when everything came out—years of abuse, blackmail, and even sexual assault. Turns out he treated her like a slave, kept her isolated, controlled everything about her life." She paused, eyes narrowing as she continued. "And it didn't stop with her. Even his own kids weren't spared from him."
The first nurse stood frozen, eyes fixed on the battered man. Disgust was unable to help itself but gather within her heart..
"He tried to fight against it, saying that she was cheating. But he was forced to shut his mouth when his own children exposed him. He was beaten up by his father… well, there were more who jumped him, but his father took the blame for birthing him," the second nurse said.
There was no pity in her tone—only cold certainty, as if she had already judged and sentenced him in her mind. Her words lingered in the air like smoke, harsh and unforgiving.
Then a soft, irregular beep broke through the silence. The heart monitor began to slow, the rhythm losing its steady pace.
At first, the first nurse moved forward, a hand already reaching to call for help. But the second nurse stepped in, stopping her with a firm grip on her wrist. Her eyes remained fixed on the dying man, unflinching.
For her, trash like this shouldn't be saved. It should be killed.
***
In a dark, endless space, the same young man who lay broken on the hospital bed now sat curled up, hugging his legs close to his chest. His shoulders trembled as silent tears streamed down his face.
How couldn't he cry? His entire world had crumbled, and the ones who tore it apart were the people he loved most.
His wife had cheated. Then, to bury her guilt, she turned the story around—accusing him of abuse, of blackmail, of unspeakable things. Lies, all of it, and yet no one had questioned her. Those closest to him, the ones who knew him best, believed her without hesitation.
And his children… they had betrayed him too. All because their mother's new boyfriend was rich. He bought them anything they wanted, spoiled them without asking for anything in return. Unlike their father, who made them work, taught them responsibility, and expected more from them than just existing.
His father, father-in-law, brother-in-law, friends—so many of them had turned on him. Without hesitation, they jumped him, beating him down with fists and fury. Because to them, the tears of a woman were worth far more than the tears of a man.
Where had he gone wrong? What had he done to deserve all of this? That question echoed in his chest, louder than the pain.
"No one deserved that." A soft, unfamiliar voice broke the silence.
Suddenly, the endless darkness that had surrounded him vanished, fading like mist in the morning sun. He blinked, confused, and looked up.
He was no longer sitting in the dark. Now, he found himself in a white office—bright, quiet, and almost unreal. An old man sat calmly behind a desk, watching him with a peaceful smile, as if he had gained enlightenment.
The young man tensed immediately, his body going on instinctive alert. He had no idea where he was or what this place meant.
"No need to be scared. Just call me ROB," the old man said with a light smile. His voice was calm, almost gentle, as if trying to ease the tension in the room.
"It's my responsibility to see to it that people like you either go to heaven… or get another chance at life, with wishes." The words hung in the air, surreal and impossible.
"What?" the young man asked, eyes wide in shock.
"People like you who have collected a large amount of good karma," Rob said, his tone warm but firm. "You have the opportunity to pick, you're one of the rare ones who put their own well-being aside for your family."
"It's rare for a husband to come home from a stressful day at work and still take the time to help his wife with the house… or with the kids. It's rare to find someone who sits with the homeless, not just to hand them food, but to truly speak with them. To see them. And to try your best to give them a second chance." As he spoke, Rob slid a folder across the desk.
The young man took it with hesitant hands, unsure what to expect. Slowly, he opened it. Inside was a detailed list, page after page, chronicling the good deeds he'd done over the years. Some were small, like helping an injured bird or attending church regularly. Others were more personal, more telling of who he was when no one was watching.
There were even entries of moments when he could've done wrong, when temptation was strong—but he chose restraint instead. Moments where kindness had won, even when no one would've blamed him for walking away.
"Now, your options," Rob said, still smiling. His tone remained light, almost casual, but the weight behind his words was anything but.
"You can go to heaven. There, you would have your own land… well, not land exactly. More like your own world. Similar to how Lucifer got his own domain to rule over as a god, except without the whole imprisonment part. More freedom, and no chains." His smile didn't fade, calm and unwavering.
"Or," he continued, "you can have another chance at life. The karma you've collected would convert into wishes, letting you shape the new life how you see fit."
Then his expression turned just a bit more serious. "Just know that choosing this second path will block your way to heaven. There'll be no afterlife waiting once it ends. When you die again, that's it. No second judgment.."
The young man sat frozen, stunned by the revelation. He hadn't expected heaven to be like this.
"Yup. It's a place of eternal bliss," Rob said with a nod. "For a mortal, it's hard to truly grasp, but the difficulty in getting inside reflects its value."
"Do you want to go?" The young man didn't respond right away. His eyes were fixed on the open folder in front of him, quietly tracing the long list of things he had done for his wife, his children, and strangers on the street. So much effort, so much sacrifice. And yet, it had all been twisted in the end.
"You hold too much hatred in your heart to leave it all behind…" Rob said after a moment, voice calm but understanding. "So I'm guessing you want another chance at life?"
The young man slowly nodded. He didn't say anything, but the answer was clear in his eyes.
"Alright, you have four options to choose from," Rob said, his smile never fading. "Reincarnation, Transmigration, Return to your body, and lastly, spawning back in a new body."
He raised a finger before the young man could speak. "But before we get into that, you should understand how karma is converted into wishes—and the rules I have to follow when granting them."
Rob reached into his desk, tapping a smaller stack of papers beside the folder. "You collected 510 GKP over your lifetime. That stands for Good Karma Points. Every 100 GKP equals one wish."
He gave a small shrug. "You would've had more, honestly. But as you can see for yourself, toward the end… well, you sinned more in a single week than you had in years."
His voice didn't carry judgment—just fact. "As understandable as your situation was, things are strict here. Sin is Sin, the value of sin doesn't increase or decrease for any reason."
The young man nodded in quiet understanding, eyes dropping back to the folder as the weight of it all settled deeper into his mind.
"Anyways, you have five wishes—which is the limit," Rob explained, his tone still light but clear. "Now, about the kind of wishes I can grant… I can't give you the power to outright destroy a planet."
He gestured loosely with one hand as if painting a picture. "If this were a game, I can't just increase your stats directly. That part? That's your responsibility, not mine."
The young man nodded slowly, taking it in.
"Second," Rob continued, holding up two fingers, "you can't wish for more wishes. That one's non-negotiable."
"Third, each wish has its limits. Again, sticking with the game example, one wish would cap out around S-rank, maybe a bit more depending on the world and its ranking. I'm using the S rank purely for example, don't take it seriously, you could wish to be a Saiyan without problems."
"Something like omniscience? Being all-knowing? That would fall in the SSS-tier range. Way out of reach for a single wish… But," he added with a smile, "you can fuse your wishes. Combine two or more into one to get something stronger. Two wishes might get you something in the SS range. The more you fuse, the higher you can go—though you'll have fewer overall."
The young man nodded again, slower this time, his mind already turning, calculating, starting to piece together the shape of his perfect wish.
"Fourth, the wish can only affect you," Rob said, raising another finger. "Though there are ways around that—like wishing for an item that can affect others when used. Or something similar, as long as the direct wish is tied to you."
He paused, then added with a small shrug, "Also, we're the good guys here, so the effect can't be something dark. No genocide tools, no mind control rings, that sort of thing."
"Last rule—some wishes have been blacklisted. These are ones that were granted in the past but caused too many problems. They're permanently off the table now. No exceptions." He gave a gentle smile. "Any questions?"
The young man nodded in understanding. Then, after a brief moment of thought, he spoke. "If I make a wish that's too powerful… would it be granted, or refused—even if it still followed the rules?" he asked, watching Rob closely.
"It would be granted," Rob replied with a nod, "but you'd be the last person allowed to make such a wish. What we give, we don't take away… but that doesn't mean you're free from judgement if you cross a line."
He leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "Looks like you already have something in mind?"
The young man gave a firm nod. "I want to fuse all five wishes," he said, his voice steady but uncertain.
"To gain an infinite number of unique abilities. The abilities should range from something simple, like expert-level cooking, to overpowered ones—like an infinite energy ability, or something like a 100,000,000x reward multiplier."
For a moment, Rob didn't respond. He simply paused, eyes closing briefly as if listening for something. Like he was waiting for a warning… a signal… anything. But nothing came.
"Ha… no one made that wish? Well, lucky," Rob said with a small chuckle, though his expression soon grew calm and serious.
"Just so you know, power corrupts people. And there is no second chance after this. You'll never be able to reach heaven once you take this path. From here on, your actions will decide what happens when you die again—either nothingness, or hell." His words were spoken serenely, without pressure, but they carried undeniable weight.
The young man hesitated. It was a heavy choice, one that couldn't be taken back. But in the end, he nodded.
"Okay," Rob said lightly, the smile returning to his face. "How do you want to return to life?"
"I want to return to my old body," the young man said softly. Rob gave a light nod of understanding, no surprise in his expression.
"Oh, one more thing," he said casually. "I can't give you all infinite abilities right off the bat. That'd be way too overwhelming."
He raised a hand, and a glowing screen appeared before the young man.
"Go ahead and pick three abilities to start with—those will be given to you early. As for the rest, you'll gain a new skill every day, chosen at random."
The young man leaned closer, eyes scanning the screen. But as he looked through the list, confusion began to set in. There weren't an infinite number of skills displayed—far from it. The list, though long, had a clear limit.
"Don't worry about the infinite ability part," Rob said calmly, noticing the confusion on the young man's face. "These are just the abilities I have on hand for now. So, pick what you want. Just note—these have no flaws. Unlike the ones you'll start receiving later, these are perfect."
The young man gave a small nod of understanding. "I'll take Instant Regeneration… World Gate… and Instant Mastery," he said softly.
Rob smiled and nodded once more. With a snap of his fingers, the world around the young man vanished in an instant. And just as quickly, a new wish quietly appeared on the blacklist—never to be granted again.
***
[Instant Regeneration] – Heal faster than you can take damage. The moment your body is harmed, it immediately begins to regenerate, repairing itself faster than the injury can deepen. Over time, your body also adapts, growing more resistant to repeated attacks. For example, a bullet wouldn't even pierce your skin. The force from the shot would be absorbed and dispersed as the skin heals faster than the bullet tries to pierce it. If hit with enough bullets, the bullets would no longer be capable of even injuring you. This also comes with immortality,
[World Gate] – A skill that allows you to travel freely between different worlds—cartoons, anime, movies, and more. All of them exist in layers of reality, fragments of creation shaped by dreams. What you see on screen isn't just fiction… It's what Arthur dreams of and brings into form. With this gate, those realms are no longer unreachable. You can walk among them.
[Instant Mastery] – This skill allows you to instantly absorb and master any information or ability you're capable of mastering. Whether it's combat techniques, magical spells, or something mundane like cooking, your mind and body adapt immediately, turning theory into perfect execution. However, mastery still requires a source—you can't learn godly magic from a simple flame spell. Knowledge must be within reach for mastery to take effect.
'That was all real.' Lying on the hospital bed, the young man, Cale Johnson, stared up at the ceiling, the thought echoing in his mind as he sifted through the memories. Every word, every moment in that white office. It hadn't been a dream. He could feel it in his bones, in the strength humming quietly through his perfectly healed body.
With a quiet sigh, he sat up and pulled away the wires and patches still clinging to his skin, stripping off everything except the clothing he had been left in.
He stepped toward the nearby table, where the clothes he had arrived in were folded. His hand slid into the pocket and pulled out his phone—but the screen was cracked beyond repair, the casing warped from the damage he'd taken. It was nothing more than a husk now.
Sighing again, he slipped into his bloodied clothes. They clung stiffly to him, dried and stained, but he didn't care.
His face, once familiar to everyone here, was no longer the same. The savage beating had disfigured him beyond recognition. The nurses didn't even glance his way as he walked past. And so, without a word, without a single look back… he left.
'What do I even plan to do? I have nothing here,' Cale thought, walking down the street with slow, steady steps.
His clothes, still soaked and stained with dried blood, drew every eye. People stared openly, some with concern, others with suspicion. But he didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge them. Let them look.
'I'll clear my name… and then I'll leave.' The thought rang sharper now, more focused than before. Years of sacrifice, just to be discarded like trash.' After everything I gave them… I'll clear my name. I'll take everything from them—just like they took everything from me.'
His eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing beneath the quiet resolve. His footsteps didn't slow. And so he walked, unbothered, undistracted, heading toward the one place no one would follow. A forest.
Why? Well, he sensed something in the air—a strange energy unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It moved faintly around him, subtle but undeniable, as if the world itself had shifted while he was gone.
It made him realize that Earth might not be as ordinary as it seemed. There were layers to this world, things moving in the background that the average person never noticed.
Which, in a way, made sense—he had just been granted wishes by a higher being. So instead of rushing forward, Cale decided to be careful. He would lie low, stay out of sight, and wait. With new powers to come, it was only a matter of time before he received something overwhelming.