"Sure, that sounds fun," he said with a small smile, his answer genuine and lighthearted. The words caught the dragon completely off guard, its massive eyes widening before it burst into joy, its excitement radiating through the air.
Once the young man finished deciding on what he wanted to wish for, their surroundings began to shift. In the blink of an eye, both he and the dragon vanished from their world entirely. They left behind the universe, the multiverse, and everything bound by space and time. They traveled past all realms, past every verse, until they reached a place that existed beyond comprehension—a place where the true gods watched over all of creation.
A few moments later, the young man found himself seated before a great council of gods. Their presence filled the vast hall, each one radiating power that could erase entire realities with a thought. They had gathered for one purpose—to grant him five wishes. Normally, no being was allowed more than that, but this time was different. Today, they intended to spoil him.
"My first wish is absolute talent and potential," he said firmly, "I'll need that if I want to control his powers and avoid losing my mind in the process."
The gods exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. It was a reasonable first wish—one that showed thought rather than greed.
"For my second wish," he continued after a brief pause, "I want the power to travel across the Omniverse. That way, we can see everything it has to offer, experience the unknown, and learn as we go."
His words carried a quiet excitement, a sense of curiosity that didn't go unnoticed. Once again, the gods nodded. They understood the intent behind his wish, and they were in support of it.
"But this wish would be limited, young one," one of the gods said, their collective voices echoing as one. "Because of the destroyer's power, you can travel the Omniverse freely, without restriction. However, the weaker the world you enter, the less time you can remain within it. Your stay could range from as short as one week in fragile worlds, to as long as one year in stronger ones—worlds such as Marvel, for example."
The young man nodded slowly in understanding, taking a moment to think before speaking again.
"My third wish is simple," he said after a pause.
"Originally, I wanted to have Anos' template. Since he was the best before me, having his experience and knowledge would help me a lot. But… he said that the Anos template would come naturally with becoming his incarnation, I would be Anos, and Anos would be me." He stopped for a moment, glancing toward the gods. "So, something else then."
The gods nodded in silent acknowledgment, patiently waiting for him to continue.
"So, my third wish will be simple," he said, his tone steady. "You know how some people can look at something once and instantly understand it? Or how certain geniuses can create a spell in moments, while the rest of the world would need thousands of years to achieve the same thing?"
The gods nodded, their attention fixed entirely on him.
"Well," he continued, "my talent would already allow me to do that and more—but I want to take it even further. I want my brain to function differently. For example, when I instantly learn a skill or technique, I don't just want to understand it—I want my mind to evolve it instantly, as though I had spent countless years perfecting it."
As he finished speaking, the hall fell silent. The gods exchanged brief glances, their eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise.
"And how do you plan for that to happen?" asked one of the gods—a tall figure with an eye patch and crows resting on his shoulders. His tone carried mild curiosity, though a faint frown lined his face.
"Let's say my mind operates on a different flow of time," the young man explained calmly. "Although, to be clear, I wouldn't actually experience that difference mentally or physically. I'd only receive the results and the benefits." He paused briefly before continuing. "I'll call this skill Mind of Infinity. It's a skill where my mind processes and refines information across an infinite span of years in an instant—perfecting it completely before returning that knowledge to me."
The hall went silent. The gods exchanged glances, momentarily stunned. None of them had ever heard of such a concept, yet they could all see its potential. After a moment, they nodded in unison, as they granted the skill without hesitation.
"The fourth wish is luck," he said plainly. "I'll need it if I want any chance of mastering my powers."
The gods nodded once again, understanding the reasoning behind such a simple yet crucial request. Even with talent, power, and intellect, luck often decided the line between survival and destruction.
"And my last wish," he continued after a short pause, "is for something like the Evil Pieces from High School DxD. Only, instead of serving as resurrection tools, mine would each contain a fragment of my power. Those who receive one of these pieces would gain a portion of my strength—but in doing so, they would also weaken me slightly. That weakness, in turn, would allow me to learn control bit by bit, allowing me to steadily master the power I've inherited, while also giving a significant boost to those who carry the pieces."
One of the gods let out a low chuckle, a grin forming on his face as a thought crossed his mind,
"All right, but you must build and name an organization, the Chaotic Dragons," said the god with the eyepatch, a grin spreading across his face.
The young man blinked in confusion, unsure why such a simple request caused the atmosphere to shift. Around them, several gods visibly stiffened.
"I see why not," the young man replied after a brief pause, shrugging lightly.
The gods exchanged uneasy glances before finally snapping their fingers, granting his wishes. A faint glow filled the hall as each blessing was set in motion. In truth, they didn't have much of a choice.
Deep down, they were terrified of the Chaotic Dragon of Destruction and the chaos it represented. If this man truly became its incarnation, then controlling that power—or at least keeping it contained—was worth any risk. And if the dragon believed this mortal could truly control it, then it would mean that the dragon was in a cage made out of its own goals with wishes.
Back in the young man's room, he slowly woke up, his eyes blinking open as the faint light of morning slipped through the curtains. He sat up and rubbed his head, feeling a dull ache behind his temples while his eyes wandered across the familiar space. Everything looked the same—the walls, the furniture, the faint clutter—but a strange unease settled in his chest.
Thinking back to everything that had happened, he couldn't help but wonder if it had all been a dream. The dragon, the gods, the wishes—it sounded far too unreal. Yet the memory of it was too vivid to dismiss.
That doubt vanished a moment later. He quickly realized that what he had experienced wasn't a dream at all. His senses were sharper—far beyond human.
When he focused his vision, he could see every tiny detail in the room. Even the faint paint cracks on the far wall appeared clear, as if he were standing directly in front of them. Every sound, every shift of air felt magnified, unmistakable proof that something inside him had changed.
The people outside—no matter how far they were—could be heard clearly, as if he were standing right beside them. Every conversation, every faint movement carried effortlessly to his ears. When he focused even further, his awareness expanded until he could sense the presence of people all across the planet.
Yet, what overshadowed all of that was the flood of knowledge that came from Anos' experience. It wasn't just memory; it was instinct. At his fingertips, he held a sea of spells, countless techniques ready to be cast without hesitation. Every word of magic, every formula, every principle existed within his mind as naturally as breathing.
Then there was his body—something that defied logic. Power flowed through it effortlessly, each motion filled with potential. With ease, he knew he could move stars, shift celestial bodies, and do far more if he truly wished. He was undeniably overpowered at that moment, his strength surpassing even what he thought possible.
[System Awakened. The Host has awakened the C-tier System — Luck System: This system focuses entirely on boosting the host's luck, bending the flow of the world to favor the host.]
'A system?' he thought, blinking in mild surprise. 'I wished for luck, not a luck system… and C-tier at that?' A faint frown crossed his face as he processed the message, disappointment creeping in… but he shrugged the next moment.
He knew how these things worked. Systems were ranked from F-tier to SSS-tier, each grade marking a massive leap in potential. The higher the tier, the more overpowered the system became, often deciding how far one could go in power or influence. Still, even a low-tier system wasn't entirely useless.
Every system held the possibility of evolution—but that chance was rare and difficult to trigger. It required meeting strict conditions and, ironically, a considerable amount of luck.
[Name: Vector Smith )
True Name: None
Race: Human
Bloodline: Voidigoad Bloodline/???
Strength Tier: Solar System Level.
Title: [The Strongest Person in the Universe], [Godly Luck], [The One The System Can't Read],
Statues: Strength: S tier
Durability: S Tier
Speed: ???
Energy: ???
Charm: C tier
Luck: Transcendent]