How long had it been since I arrived in this place? This void… Had it been days, hours, or even years? I couldn't even remember my name or my family. The only thing I knew for certain was that I was dead. There was no doubt about it. I couldn't feel my body. I couldn't even speak. Everything was so damn dark.

The soul floated aimlessly, trapped in an abyss of nothingness. It felt nothing, heard nothing, and saw nothing. Yet, amidst the suffocating emptiness, something changed.

Warmth. It washed over the soul like sunlight piercing through storm clouds. A light followed, cutting through the oppressive darkness with an intensity that was almost blinding.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the soul could feel. It could see. It could hear.

Abruptly, the soul sat up, gasping as if awakening from a nightmare. It looked around in confusion, finding itself in a dimly lit office devoid of windows or natural light. The air smelled faintly of parchment and old wood.

"What the hell? Am I still in that void?" the man muttered, his voice raspy and unfamiliar to his own ears. He pushed himself up from the couch, his muscles stiff yet oddly responsive, and scanned his surroundings.

"No, you're not," came a deep, calm voice from across the room.

Startled, the man spun toward the sound. A sleek desk, which he hadn't noticed before, stood at the far end of the office. Behind it, a high-backed chair swiveled around, revealing a figure seated comfortably.

The man in the chair wore a pristine black suit, but his face was obscured by swirling black mist. The haze shifted and churned, making it impossible to discern any features.

"You're currently inside my pocket dimension," the figure said, his tone even but laced with curiosity. "I brought you here because I found your soul wandering in the void, which, I should add, is an impossibility. A soul like yours shouldn't have survived—it should've been shredded or crushed into nothingness."

The words echoed in the soul's mind. "Wait," the man began hesitantly, his confusion mounting. "If I wasn't supposed to be in the void, then… where was my soul supposed to go?"

The figure leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together. "All souls are destined for either Heaven or Hell when they die," he explained. "But you? You're… different. A soul surviving in the void is unheard of. Normally, the Veil—a barrier between realms—prevents anything from crossing into that place. Yet somehow, you slipped through. That's why I brought you here. I'm offering you a chance—a second chance in a new world. And as a bonus, I'll grant you three wishes. There are only a few restrictions: no wishing to be a god, no world-ending powers, and no creating or destroying universes. Aside from that, anything goes."

The man snapped his fingers, and suddenly, clarity washed over the soul like a tidal wave. Memories flooded back—his name, his life, and even his death.

His name was Evan. He remembered his cruel parents, his cherished friends who had supported him, and the day of his death. It had been mundane—he was walking home from work when the infamous Truck-kun ended his life. Evan chuckled bitterly at the memory. The truck that had taken countless isekai protagonists had claimed him as well.

Evan's hobbies also surfaced: his obsession with DC, Marvel, anime, and manga.

Taking a deep breath, Evan looked at the figure skeptically. "Alright, who are you, and why are you doing this for me?"

The man chuckled—a deep, otherworldly sound. "You can call me ROB—Random Omnipotent Being. As for why? I find you amusing. Entertaining, even. I've been bored for eons, so I decided to spice things up. Consider this my little… experiment."

"ROB, huh?" Evan muttered. The swirling mist covering ROB's face shifted slightly, almost as if it were grinning.

"Now then," ROB said, his voice firm yet playful. "You have three wishes and full control over the world you'll reincarnate into. So, what'll it be?"

Evan's thoughts raced. He had the chance to pick a new world—a new life. The possibilities were endless. After a moment, he smirked. "Can I customize the world I go to?"

"Of course," ROB replied, leaning forward with interest. "You can mix, adjust, and edit it however you like."

Evan nodded, forming his answer. "Alright, I want to go to the DC Universe—but with a twist. Merge it with aspects of my world, like all the comics, animated movies, shows, and the Arrowverse—mostly The Flash and Arrow. Oh, and make the world more technologically advanced, but not to the point where robots are everywhere."

ROB tilted his head, intrigued. "Interesting. Why mix it with your world?"

Evan grinned. "Simple: Chase Atlantic and my Spotify playlist."

ROB burst into laughter, wiping a nonexistent tear. "Fair enough. Alright, what about your wishes? Choose wisely."

Evan didn't hesitate. "For my first wish, I want Chimera Physiology with 100% DNA of each race. That includes Saiyan, Kryptonian—immune to all Kryptonite, even artificial—Martian, Homo Magi, Demon, and Angel. And give me a book containing all knowledge of alchemy, magic, runic magic, enchantments, curses, angelic magic, and demonic magic. I want maximum potential."

ROB raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Ambitious. But I'll allow it. And before you ask—no, that doesn't count as more than one wish," he said with a smirk as Evan opened his mouth to protest.

Evan grinned. "Good to know. For my second wish, I want an infinite energy core within me that powers my body, mind, and abilities. It should allow me to use and absorb all forms of energy—cosmic, magical, technological, and elemental—and evolve infinitely without exhausting myself. This energy core must also make me immune to aging, disease, toxins, and mind control—but make it so my aging stops at 21."

"Interesting. I'll allow it, but it'll remain locked until you turn 13. I can't have you getting too powerful too quickly," ROB said with a chuckle. "Oh, and I've adjusted your world slightly."

Evan shivered in excitement. "What did you change?"

ROB grinned, but didn't answer directly. "You'll find out."

"Alright," Evan continued. "For my third wish, I want the ability to manipulate and control space-time energy within the DC Universe, limited to its dimensions. And make it so that no matter how fast someone is, if I stop time, they stop too."

ROB leaned back, genuinely impressed. "Now that is clever. I'll allow it."

Before Evan could respond, ROB clapped his hands. "Now, off you go. And one more thing—no one tells you this, but reincarnation hurts like hell."

Before Evan could protest, excruciating pain shot through him. He writhed and screamed, his vision fading into blackness.

'Damn it, this hurts like hell' he thought before everything went dark.