The void around me shimmered like broken glass, each fragment reflecting a memory that wasn't mine anymore. The "god" or whatever he actually was floated lazily in the empty space, staring at me like I was taking too long in a fast-food line.
"So what is it?" he asked, tapping invisible air.
I took a deep breath.
"For my first wish, I want the physique template of Gun Park from Lookism, the bone structure of Black Bones durable enough that blades won't even pierce me plus the congenital Ultra Instinct-type eyes. And also the nurture-genius trait. Oh, and don't copy Gun's height or appearance. Just shape the physique around the body I will have."
"GRANTED."
"WAIT!"
He sighed loudly. "What now?"
"I forgot to ask… Gun uses fists. I want to be able to use swords. That's not the same, right?"
"Dude," he said, rubbing his temples, "fists and swords are both melee combat. Whatever. I'll convert his talent to apply to swords, spears, bows basically anything you can swing, stab, or shoot. Next wish."
I nodded. "Okay. I want a dragon egg that hatches the moment I'm born. And the dragon needs to grow fast like fast fast."
"GRANTED."
I hesitated on the last wish.
"And… I want you to erase the memories related to my parents."
He actually stopped floating for a moment. "…That was unexpected."
"Yeah. I love them too much. If I'm dead, I want my future self to move on without that weight."
"You understand that erasing core memories means you won't be the same person anymore?"
"I know. But I'm dead. And I've already accepted it."
There was a quiet pause before he spoke.
"…Granted. And since you didn't ask for anything crazy like 'Nuclear Deluxe Edition,' let's move on. Your reincarnation setting is Westeros. Yes that Westeros. The version you know. Also, I'm locking the world; gunpowder, bombs, nuclear tech? Impossible. Nobody can invent them. I'm not letting you speedrun industrialization."
A glowing panel materialized in front of me, covered in portraits of couples.
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287 AC – Choose Your Parents
Robert × Cersei
Ned × Catelyn
Stannis × Selyse
Jon Arryn × Lysa
Hoster × Minisa
Balon × Alannys
Mace × Alerie
Doran × Mellario
Oberyn × Ellaria
Randyll × Melessa
Jorah × Lynesse
Roose Bolton × Frey Wife
Walder Frey × Whatever Wife He Has
I blinked. "I'm… flabbergasted."
"Pick," the god said, checking a nonexistent watch.
After thinking long enough to question my sanity, I tapped Robert × Cersei.
Why? Simple. A few key changes could fix the downfall of House Baratheon and Lannister. And as a trueborn son, I'd be heir. The moment I was old enough, Joffrey's head would decorate a spike somewhere scenic.
The panel vanished.
Another appeared.
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Choose the Winning Sperm
Rows upon rows of images appeared—thousands of adult faces. Each one representing a possible genetic outcome.
"BRO WHAT THE—"
"That's what you look like in each timeline," the god said. "Height, testosterone levels, bone structure, traits… the works."
There were:
• Black-haired giants with Robert's build
• Golden-haired pretty-boys with Cersei's features
• 7-foot titans with green Lannister eyes
• 5'10 heirs who looked like Jaime's stunt doubles
• Endless combinations of Lannister beauty and Baratheon strength
Sixty percent looked like perfect Robert copies deep blue eyes, black hair, towering frames. But I didn't want to be a carbon copy. Yes, it looked "Chad," but I wanted a blend worthy of the most beautiful woman in Westeros and Robert's raw might.
After scrolling through what felt like lifetimes, I found it.
My perfect form.
Height: 6'6 big, but not impractical
Hair: Golden blond, almost metallic
Eyes: Deep, ocean-blue
Face: Sharp, masculine, with hints of Cersei's elegance
Build: Lean power with monstrous potential
A form that could mog Jaime Lannister daily and spark poetry from bards.
"I pick this one."
"That took a while," the god muttered.
"You gave a looksmaxxer infinite options. What did you expect?"
He waved lazily. "Farewell then."
"Okay, goodbye mor~"
But before the light swallowed me, he spoke again.
"Oh! One more thing. I gave you a pocket universe. Think about it to enter. You can control time flow in it."
My eyes widened. "You said no OP abilities this is insane!"
"No joke. I expected you to ask for 'Country destroyer wish' But you asked for weird bodybuilding and sword-talent wishes. My guilt kicked in. Take it. You'll need it so your armies won't starve."
"Well… if it's a gift, I won't refuse"
Light devoured everything.