Grisha Charles died on a Tuesday. It wasn't particularly dramatic, nor was it heroic. He wasn't struck down by a villain in a climactic battle or sacrificed himself to save the world. No, Grisha died in the most mundane way possible: he slipped on a banana peel, hit his head on the edge of a sidewalk, and bled out before anyone could call for help. It was the kind of death that would've been hilarious if it hadn't happened to him.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in heaven, hell, or any kind of afterlife he'd ever imagined. Instead, he found himself floating in an endless void of darkness. There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky above his head—just an infinite expanse of nothingness. For a moment, he wondered if this was some kind of cosmic joke. Maybe he was in a coma, and his brain had decided to punish him with the most boring hallucination possible.
"Well, this sucks," Grisha muttered, his voice echoing strangely in the void. "I die from a banana peel, and my reward is… this? Seriously?"
As if on cue, a presence materialized before him. It was hard to describe—a shimmering, formless entity that seemed to shift and flow like liquid shadow. It had no face, no limbs, no discernible features, yet Grisha could feel its attention focused entirely on him.
"Welcome, Grisha Charles," the being said, its voice a deep, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate through his very soul. "You have been chosen."
"Chosen?" Grisha raised an eyebrow. "For what? The 'Most Embarrassing Death of the Year' award? Because I think I've got that one in the bag."
The being didn't laugh, but Grisha could've sworn he felt a flicker of amusement ripple through the void. "Your death was… unfortunate," it admitted. "But it has brought you here, and that is what matters. You have been granted a rare opportunity. You may make five wishes."
Grisha blinked. "Five wishes? Like, genie-style? Do I get a lamp too, or is that extra?"
The being ignored his sarcasm. "You may wish for anything within reason. Power, knowledge, wealth—whatever you desire. But choose wisely, for these wishes will shape your new existence."
Grisha frowned, crossing his arms as he floated in the darkness. "Okay, hold up. Why me? Out of all the people who die every day, why do I get the special treatment? Did you draw my name out of a hat or something?"
"It was random," the being replied simply.
"Random?" Grisha repeated, incredulous. "You're telling me I got this once-in-an-eternity chance because of cosmic luck? Not because I'm some kind of chosen hero or because I have a secret destiny?"
"Correct."
Grisha groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Great. Just great. So, what, I'm supposed to come up with five wishes on the spot? No pressure or anything."
"Take your time," the being said, its tone almost… patient. "Though I would advise against wasting this opportunity on trivialities."
Grisha sighed, closing his eyes as he tried to think. Five wishes. He could wish for anything, but what would actually be useful? What would give him an edge in whatever came next? He didn't know where he was going, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be a walk in the park.
"Alright," he said after a long moment. "First wish: I want the ability to absorb,adapt and evolve. Like, I want to be able to absorb traits from other creatures, improve them, and make them my own. Basically, I want to be the ultimate life form."
The being nodded. "A powerful choice. Granted."
"Second wish," Grisha continued, "I want a game-like system. You know, with stats, levels, an inventory, a shop—the whole nine yards. If I'm going to be thrown into some crazy world, I want to be able to keep track of my progress."
"Granted."
"Third wish: perfect control over magic and supernatural forces. I don't want to just use magic; I want to master it. No limits, no drawbacks—just pure, unfiltered power."
"Granted."
"Fourth wish," Grisha said, a grin spreading across his face, "I want six optional picks. Like, I get to choose six items, objects, or abilities from the world of *One Piece*. But only after I reincarnate. I don't want to waste them before I know what I'm dealing with."
The being tilted its head slightly, as if considering the request. "An interesting stipulation. Granted."
Grisha hesitated for a moment before making his final wish. "Fifth wish: I want a soul-bound item. Something that lets me copy abilities from the history and future of whatever world I end up in. I'll call it the *Historical Void Diary*. It'll have a cooldown time of one month, and it'll have its own special category in my status screen."
The being was silent for a moment before responding. "A unique and potent request. Granted."
Grisha let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Alright, that's it. Five wishes. Now what?"
The being didn't answer immediately. Instead, a massive wheel materialized in the void, its surface divided into countless sections, each labeled with the name of a different world. Grisha's eyes widened as he recognized some of them: *Lord of the Mysteries*, *Ben 10*, *Lord of the Rings*, *Solo Leveling*, and many more.
"You will be reincarnated into one of these worlds," the being explained. "The wheel will decide which one."
Grisha groaned. "Of course it's random. Why wouldn't it be?"
The being ignored him, spinning the wheel with a wave of its formless hand. The wheel spun faster and faster, the names blurring together until it finally began to slow. Grisha held his breath as the pointer crept past *Lord of the Rings*, past *Ben 10*, them slowed near warhammer 40 which made Grisha involuntarily flinched then it finally came to a stop on *Solo Leveling*.
"*Solo Leveling*," the being said. "A world of hunters, gates, and monsters. A fitting challenge for one with your potential."
Grisha swallowed hard. "Great. Just great. I get to fight monsters in a world where everyone's trying to kill each other. Sounds like a blast."
The being's form shimmered, as if it were suppressing a laugh. "You will do well, Grisha Charles. Remember, your wishes have granted you immense potential. How you grow from here is up to you."
Before Grisha could respond, the void began to dissolve around him. The last thing he heard was the being's voice, echoing in his mind. "Good luck. You'll need it."
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Grisha woke up in a bed, his body feeling strange and unfamiliar. He sat up, blinking as he took in his surroundings. He was in a small, sparsely furnished room, the walls lined with posters of hunters and monsters. A quick glance at his hands confirmed that he was in a new body—younger, stronger, and definitely not his own.
As he adjusted to his new reality, a translucent screen appeared before his eyes, displaying his status.
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Name:Grisha Charles
Level:1
Class: None
Title:rencarnator
Stats:
- Strength: 10
- Agility: 10
- Stamina: 10
- Intelligence: 15
- Wisdom: 12
- Luck: 5
Abilities:
- adsorption,Adaptation and Evolution (Passive):Absorb traits from other creatures and evolve them.
- Perfect Magic Control (Active):Mastery over all forms of magic and supernatural forces.
Items:
- Historical Void Diary (Soul-Bound): Copy abilities from the history and future of the current world. Cooldown: 1 month.
Inventory: Empty
Shop:Locked (Unlocks at Level 15) ]
Grisha stared at the screen, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well," he muttered, "this is going to be interesting."