"I have decided on my wish," the protagonist said, voice filled with newfound determination.
ROB, the god-like entity, appeared pleased. "So, what will it be? Will you choose from our generous random options, or the more traditional method—one wish for power, one for appearance, and one for a world?"
The protagonist crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "Can I ask a few questions first?"
"Of course! Ask away!" ROB replied, suddenly standing in a dramatic pose, as if preparing to answer the ultimate question of the cosmos.
"First," the protagonist began, narrowing his gaze suspiciously, "will I get a system?"
"No system unless you choose the power option," ROB replied offhandedly, clearly unfazed by the question. "That's a basic rule of the cosmos. You want a system? You better pick the right wish for it. Simple as that."
The protagonist thought for a moment. "Okay, but... is there a restriction on what kind of world I can go to? Can I travel to any world?"
"Yes and no," ROB replied with a smirk. "You can technically enter any world, yes. But... if you want to travel across multiple worlds, a system is required. It's like an interdimensional passport. You can try to bypass it, but it's not easy. I mean, you could try to develop some insane space-related powers... or become strong enough to just brute-force your way through. But who wants to go through all that trouble when you can get a system to do the hard work for you?"
The protagonist scratched his chin thoughtfully. "So, it's not a hard restriction, but a convenient one, right?"
"Exactly! Systems are the Uber of the multiverse. They make everything so much more convenient!" ROB said with an exaggerated enthusiasm, spreading his arms out like he was about to pitch a product.
The protagonist nodded, starting to understand. "Alright, next question. What kind of system can I get?"
"You can get anything you want, my dear friend," ROB said with a wink. "Tell me what you want, and I'll whip it up for you. But no super-overpowered systems, alright? If you ask for something that's too OP, I'll make sure it comes with an inconvenient side effect. Imagine having god-level powers, but also, like, being allergic to your own abilities. It could happen, you know."
The protagonist raised an eyebrow. "Side effects, huh? That sounds... suspicious."
ROB's eyes gleamed, and he leaned in closer. "Well, that's the fun part! You could ask for a system based on something special like NTR, Rape, or Gay—"
The protagonist's face immediately turned pale. "Wait, what? No! I don't even know what you're talking about."
A dark, mischievous smile spread across ROB's face. "Ahh, you're just playing hard to get! If you want to make things really overpowered, those are your golden tickets. The system would be so powerful, you wouldn't even know what hit you."
The protagonist recoiled in disgust. "No... no thanks. I don't even want to think about that. Please just... no."
"Suit yourself," ROB said with a shrug. "I was just offering the most exciting options. Now, if you ever change your mind... well, my offer still stands."
The protagonist took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "Alright, alright. No more distractions. I've thought about it. For my first wish, I want a system. A basic system that can evolve over time. I should be able to add, change, or remove things from it once a year. And I want to be able to stack up three chances per year—one to add something, one to change something, and one to remove something."
"Oooh, now that's a solid choice!" ROB said with excitement, rubbing his hands together. "Nice and flexible! You'll be able to tailor it to your needs over time.But it can be considered overpowered so in the future it might have some modifications. So What's next?"
The protagonist's grin grew. "I also want a customized newbie package. Here's what I want in it: First, the system should give me one random power—something I can use right away. Second, I should be able to change my body somehow. Maybe some cool new features or enhancements—something that'll give me an edge. Finally, I want to learn the god language. Mastery of it."
"Done. Done. Done!" ROB said enthusiastically, snapping his fingers with dramatic flair. "That's a top-tier newbie package right there. Not too OP, but plenty of room for growth. Love it."
"Next," the protagonist continued, feeling more confident with each wish, "I want my appearance to match ANOS VOLDIGOAD from The Misfit of Demon King Academy. You know, the guy who's basically the walking definition of cool."
ROB's eyes lit up. "Ahh, a fan of the classics! Good choice. ANOS is an absolute beast. You'll look absolutely magnificent. Done!"
"Now, for my last wish," the protagonist said, feeling a little giddy at how things were going, "I want to be born in the world of Commandos Strike Force. I want to experience that world firsthand."
"Specific timeline?" ROB asked, eyebrow raised, curious about the protagonist's expectations.
The protagonist thought carefully. "Yes. I want to be born in that world, but I'd like to wait at least 15 years after my birth before things really start to get exciting. I need some time to grow and figure things out."
ROB clapped his hands together. "Perfect. You'll have the full experience, starting from scratch. Just the way you want it."
"Alright, that's everything," the protagonist said, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over him. "Now I'm ready!"
As the protagonist finished listing his wishes, he noticed that ROB's grin widened, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
"Before you go," ROB said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, "I have one final special offer for you!"
The protagonist raised an eyebrow. "What now?"
ROB leaned forward, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "I think you're going to love this. Since you're getting a system, I can offer you an AI companion. But not just any AI. This one's special. She'll be strong, loyal, and—"
The protagonist groaned. "I'm not really into the whole AI assistant thing, ROB. I just want to get to my new life, not deal with some creepy virtual girlfriend."
ROB's smile grew wider, his teeth practically glowing. "Oh, you'll definitely want this one. Let me introduce you to—MILITAN!"
Before the protagonist could protest, ROB snapped his fingers, and the air around them shimmered. A large figure materialized in front of him. The protagonist blinked, unsure of what he was seeing.
There stood MILITAN—the MILITAN from High School DxD.
The massive, muscular man was clad in a ridiculous, frilly witch costume, complete with a towering pointy hat that barely stayed on his head. His broad chest strained against the fabric, the muscles bulging with each breath he took. A large broom was slung over his shoulder, and he stood there with a proud, almost regal posture—despite the fact that his entire outfit screamed "magical girl fan."
MILITAN's face was a bizarre combination of intense masculinity and an almost childlike giddiness as he struck a pose, twirling his broom as if he were the most dashing witch in the world.
"Behold!" ROB said, practically vibrating with excitement. "MILITAN! The greatest AI you could ever have! Strong, loyal, and very dedicated to your every whim. He's a perfect companion, and I can even make him your personal assistant!"
The protagonist stared, his mouth agape, his mind racing. "Wait a second... this guy? Are you serious?"
"Isn't he just magnificent?" ROB asked, clearly not seeing the problem. "He's got everything you could want: raw power, charm, and a deep love for magical girls! If you're ever in need of someone to, uh, 'fight evil' or perhaps enchant you with his... knowledge of magic, MILITAN's your man!"
The protagonist felt his face heat up with a combination of confusion and embarrassment. "No! I can't—there's no way I'm having him as my AI! He's a huge... muscle-bound dude in a frilly witch costume!"
MILITAN, however, seemed completely unfazed. He struck another dramatic pose, his muscles rippling beneath the costume. "For my master... I will fight! I will serve! And together, we shall create an army of magical girls... yes!" He shouted the last part with exaggerated enthusiasm, pumping his fist in the air.
The protagonist recoiled. "I don't want an army of magical girls, I just want my system and to get on with it! Who even is this guy?"
ROB, completely unperturbed by the rejection, simply smiled wider. "What do you mean, who is he? MILITAN is a legend! A true magical girl enthusiast. His power knows no bounds! You can't get a more loyal companion than him. He's perfect for any scenario!"
"But—" The protagonist stammered, his face flushed. "Look at him! He's dressed like he's auditioning for a low-budget magical girl TV show, not a serious AI assistant! I just want to live my new life, not get dragged into some bizarre magical girl fantasy world!"
ROB, visibly disappointed but still persistent, crossed his arms. "Come on! He's perfect! Imagine him at your side, guiding you through the toughest situations, lending you strength, and cheering you on with all that power!"
"I'd rather have a manual system, thank you very much!" The protagonist declared, now getting visibly frustrated. "Look, I'm not that into this whole thing. I just want someone... normal—not this guy in a witch costume!"
ROB sighed, clearly sulking at the refusal. "Alright, alright, I get it... no MILITAN. But you're missing out on the best companion possible!"
With a final dramatic sigh, ROB snapped his fingers again, and the hologram of MILITAN vanished, but not before the large man struck one last exaggerated pose. "I will be here, master... always!" he shouted, as his image flickered and dissipated.
The protagonist rubbed his face, still recovering from the shock. "You know what? Fine. Just... give me something normal."
ROB, pouting a little, waved his hand dismissively. "Fine. You get a basic, manual AI system. It won't be nearly as charming or dedicated as MILITAN, but you'll make do. You can customize it as you wish—just no witch costume."
"Good. I can live with that," the protagonist said, finally feeling a sense of relief.
ROB, still a bit bitter about losing the chance to give MILITAN as the AI, grumbled under his breath. "You'll see. One day, when you're alone and need someone strong and loyal... you'll regret turning down MILITAN."
The protagonist shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Not likely, ROB. Not likely at all."
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