The soft glow of my phone lit up my dark room as I lay sprawled on my bed, scrolling through the latest chapter of Reality Quest. The blanket was twisted awkwardly around my legs, but I couldn't be bothered to fix it. I was too absorbed in the action unfolding on my screen.
Ha Do-wan had just narrowly escaped another absurd situation by the skin of his teeth, courtesy of his system's convenient skills. With a flick of my thumb, I reached the last panel—only to be met with the dreaded words:
"To be continued."
Great. Caught up again.
Sighing, I switched over to Lookism, the manhwa about gang life, fighting, and school bullying. After finishing a couple of chapters, my stomach growled loudly enough to snap me out of my binge-reading trance.
"Alright, alright… I'll feed you," I muttered.
I got up and walked over to my fridge, only to find it depressingly empty. Not even instant noodles.
With a groan, I slipped on my shoes and headed out to grab some food. But before I could even reach the convenience store—
BANG.
A blinding flash. Screeching metal. And then—nothing
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When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't on the street.
I was standing in an endless dark expanse. The void stretched infinitely in all directions—silent, oppressive, yet strangely calm.
I slowly turned in a circle, taking in the nothingness.
"Yep," I muttered to myself. "I've died."
Shaking my head, I let out a long exhale. Whatever happened… happened. Worrying wouldn't change anything now.
"You are correct."
The voice echoed across the darkness, but before I could respond, a blinding flash of blue light cut through the void. Pieces of… pixels? Light fragments?—floated upward like broken glass in reverse.
And then he appeared.
A tall guy with messy blond hair, a chaotic grin stretching way too wide, and a massive golden sword slung casually over his shoulder. His T-shirt literally said "PRAISE GOD."
He looked less like a divine being and more like a gamer who just unlocked a cheat code.
My jaw dropped.
Bro… is THIS the god?
He waved cheerfully, like we were old friends. "Yep! You died! Truck. Boom. Splat. My bad!"
Despite the overwhelming absurdity, I felt my heart race—not with fear, but excitement.
This was exactly like the fanfics I used to read.
"Holy— you look way different from what I imagined," I said, unable to keep the grin off my face.
"Haha! I get that a lot." He gave me a thumbs-up. "But hey, perks of being omnipotent. I can look however I want!"
I couldn't help but stare. The sword. The outfit. The aura. He was like a mix of a final boss and a speed-runner who skipped half the game.
Then he leaned forward, smile turning mischievous.
"Since I accidentally killed you, I'll give you two wishes. Anything you want!"
My excitement spiked instantly.
This was it. My moment.
In a world where every cliché had suddenly become real.
"I want to be reincarnated into Lookism," I said quickly. "First generation timeline."
The god pointed his sword at me dramatically. "Granted!"
"And my second wish… I want the same system Ha Do-wan has—except without the penalties when I fail quests."
"Ohooo?" He raised an eyebrow. "Going for the broken build, I see. I respect it."
He snapped his fingers.
"Both wishes granted. Have fun, kid!"
The void shattered into light.
And I fell.
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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed it! If you did, please make sure to drop some power stones! (: