A young man—probably in his late twenties—sat at his desk, surrounded by the usual hum of office life. The clatter of keyboards, the distant whir of printers, and the occasional fake laughter of coworkers filled the sterile space. He blended in perfectly, the kind of guy you'd pass on the street without a second glance.
His name was Martinez Gray, though everyone just called him Mart. Average in looks, average in ambition—or at least, that's what people assumed. He kept his dreams buried beneath layers of sarcasm and apathy.
Suddenly, a figure stepped up to his desk. It was Thomas Fords—same age, but with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and the confidence of a man who knew it. Dressed in a custom suit and flashing his signature smirk, he looked like he walked off a magazine cover.
"Hey Mart, the boss is calling you," Thomas said, smirking as if delivering the news of a royal audience.
Mart didn't even blink. Of course, he is, he thought. Probably wants me to fix someone else's mess again.
Thomas... Thomas was someone Mart had known since college. Back then, he was already a walking cliché: rich, handsome, cocky, and constantly surrounded by women. The world bent over backward for him.
Everyone thinks he's a dream, Mart mused, but to me, he's just a polished-up bastard with a God-complex.
Shaking off the thoughts, Mart stood up. "Alright, we'll come back to the tragic backstory later," he muttered to himself as he walked off. "Time to face the ogre."
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His immediate supervisor, Andrew, was already yelling before Mart even shut the door.
"Where's the report I asked for last week?" Andrew barked, his heavy frame nearly spilling out of his chair.
Mart stared at him blankly. "You mean the one you never actually assigned to me, then blamed me for not doing?"
Andrew's beady eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone."
Mart thought to himself, This job is slowly killing me—and this guy is holding the knife.
Still, he nodded and apologized like always. That was the unspoken rule of the office—don't poke the bear. But deep inside, he was reaching his limit. He was tired of being the quiet scapegoat, tired of the fakes, the phonies, the bootlicking and backstabbing.
As he exited the office, his heart felt oddly heavy.
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It happened minutes later.
Mart was crossing the street outside during his lunch break, lost in thought, when he saw a child in the middle of the road chasing a ball.
Without thinking, he rushed forward.
The truck came too fast.
Screams. Tires screeched. Then... silence.
Everything faded.
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Darkness. Then... light.
Mart opened his eyes to find himself floating in a vast, endless white void. No pain. No weight. Just calm.
A presence materialized in front of him. It didn't have a form, not really—just shifting colors and shapes trying to settle into something understandable.
"You really went and pulled the hero card, huh?" the being said with a curious tone.
"...What?" Mart blinked. "Where the hell am I?"
"You died," the being replied casually. "Saving that kid earned you a good karma bonus. I'm what you'd call a ROB—a Random Omnipotent Being. I handle reincarnations, wish-granting, all that jazz."
Mart stared, deadpan. "You're kidding."
"Not even a little. You've qualified for reincarnation. And because of your circumstances—and let's be honest, your soul's got potential—I'll grant you three wishes before I send you off."
"Oh. Cool." Mart scratched his head. "Any catch?"
"One: You won't retain your memories unless you wish for that, or unless you unlock them gradually. Two: I reserve the right to nerf any overpowered wish. Still interested?"
Mart thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Let me think..."
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After a long minute, Mart smirked.
"For my first wish… I want a Multiverse System. One that can grant me powers and abilities from anime, novel, and manhwa worlds. Skills, transformations, equipment—you name it."
"Hm," ROB mused. "A popular choice. But it'll come with conditions. You'll need to complete quests or perform sign-ins to unlock features and powers. As a bonus, I'll add world-hopping functionality."
"Fair," Mart said. "My second wish: I want an immortal body. Something indestructible, immune to backlash or overload from using any abilities."
ROB nodded, impressed. "Very thoughtful. You've seen enough stories to know that power backlash is the real villain."
"And my third wish…" Mart paused. "I want to save it for later. Something I can cash in when the time is right."
"Unconventional," ROB said, stroking a non-existent beard. "But acceptable. I'll bind your final wish to your soul. You can activate it when you're ready."
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ROB clapped his hands. "Alright then! Time to start your journey. You'll be dropped into your first world... but first, let's make it interesting."
A giant roulette wheel appeared, glowing with hundreds of possible destinations: worlds from anime, fantasy, sci-fi, horror—even some that hadn't been named yet.
"Spin the wheel," ROB grinned.
Mart stepped forward. "Let's roll the dice."
He grabbed the wheel and gave it a strong spin.
Click-click-click-click...
The colors blurred together.
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Not a translation, if the hate comments becomes too much.
I'd drop it without blinking an eye 😂
Anyways, let's see how far I can go with this fiction.