He had lived an ordinary life on Earth. Ordinary, yet full of fleeting ambitions, regrets, and dreams he would never fully fulfill. He had died alone, quietly, a meaningless end to a mundane existence. But then… the void opened. A presence unlike anything he could imagine filled him, colossal and eternal. Rob. A god-like being, radiant and impossible to fully perceive, offering him a second chance at life.
He looked down at his body, fully grown, solid and familiar. Stronger than he had ever been in life, yet entirely human. His mind raced, processing everything—the vast knowledge of Black Clover he had absorbed from books, episodes, and stories. He remembered Asta's indomitable determination, Yuno's incredible talent, the rise of the Magic Knights, and the countless battles that had defined the Clover Kingdom.
The void shimmered around him, stars and faint cosmic colors stretching infinitely. "Three wishes," Rob said, voice deep, resonating through his chest. "Choose carefully. Each will define the life you are about to live. Not just your life, but the fate of the world you will enter."
He exhaled slowly. He had always dreamed of living in a world of magic, of surpassing ordinary limits, of shaping a story rather than watching it unfold. And now he had a chance to do exactly that.
The first wish formed in his mind almost instinctively. Power. Not the fleeting strength of ordinary men, but the foundation to grow indefinitely. He had studied magic in Black Clover, the limitations of humans, elves, and prodigies alike. He wanted to transcend them all. "Elf-like mana," he whispered, feeling the words resonate in the void.
The energy of the void reacted instantly. Stars pulsed brighter, cosmic threads weaving into his body, expanding his senses, stretching his awareness beyond anything he had ever known. Even as a fully grown human, the sensation was overwhelming—his perception of magic stretched into infinity, yet his mind adapted, analyzing and absorbing. This was not raw destruction, but potential. Limitless, patient, and waiting for him to master.
Rob's voice was calm, yet weighty: "A wise choice. Power alone is not enough, but it is the foundation upon which all else is built. Remember—such potential will attract attention, and many will notice those who awaken it."
He nodded, mentally recording the warning, but his mind was already moving forward. He had always admired precision, control, and versatility in combat. Mere brute strength would not suffice. He wanted abilities that could outmatch even the prodigies of Black Clover. His second wish came naturally: Star Magic, combined with Infinity and additional abilities beyond Yuno's known magic.
The void twisted around him. Miniature stars shimmered, purple, red, blue, faint gold, orbiting him like celestial weapons. He could sense them responding to his thoughts, his intent, even without moving. Rob shaped the magic for him, threading abilities into the energy itself: Celestia Barrage, Nebula Veil, Ecliptic Null, and countless others, waiting for him to discover and master them. Each ability was alive, tied to the cosmos, and infinitely expandable.
His mind raced as he imagined the possibilities. Star Magic would allow him to manipulate light, space, and even time subtly. Infinity-style manipulation gave him near-absolute control over distance and collision—he could stretch attacks infinitely, reverse trajectories, or defend effortlessly. And yet, Rob had not finished; one wish remained.
He paused. He wanted guidance, a way to grow without failing completely. The Black Clover world was full of peril; even the strongest could die. "A system," he decided. "A quest-based leveling system, to guide my growth, with slight acceleration due to Elf-like potential."
Rob's voice softened, almost approving. "So it shall be." In the void, a faint outline appeared, the promise of a purple four-leaf clover grimoire, not yet fully formed, but signaling the interface, stats, and future abilities. The system would track progress, assign quests, and guide him, nudging him toward mastery of Star Magic and his innate mana.
The three wishes now complete, he paused to reflect. Elf-like mana—limitless potential, a foundation for growth. Star Magic—power beyond mortal comprehension, infinitely expandable, Infinity-style manipulation included. A system—structure, guidance, and a way to ensure progress, even as a baby in a dangerous magical world.
The consequences loomed in his mind, but he did not fear them. Knowledge of Black Clover, knowledge of the kingdom, heroes, and battles gave him confidence. This was not reckless power—it was deliberate, carefully considered. He had chosen wisely.
The void trembled as Rob faded, leaving him alone. The human body he occupied still pulsed with anticipation, alive and aware. Soon, he would be reborn as a baby, starting life anew, yet with all the potential and abilities granted by Rob's divine intervention. A new life, guided by knowledge, instinct, and system.
Even in this final moment in his adult form, he felt the thrill of the impossible. He would live in a world of magic he had studied, surpass legends, and shape the fate of the Clover Kingdom. But first, rebirth awaited—a slow, careful growth from infancy, where he would train his innate magic, preparing for the day he could finally claim the purple grimoire and unlock his full potential.