Ashar's life was, at best, mediocre. No girlfriend, barely passing grades, and a diet consisting mostly of instant noodles and regret.
Then he died.
Not in a cool, heroic way. No, fate had something special planned for him.
It started when a sketchy old man handed him a golden coin and whispered, "Flip it, and destiny will be yours."
Like an idiot, Ashar flipped it.
And then—
BOOM.
A parked delivery truck fell from the sky and flattened him like a pancake.
His last thoughts?
"This is the dumbest way to die."
---
Ashar woke up floating in an infinite void.
He had no body. No arms, no legs. Just a formless soul, drifting aimlessly like a confused balloon.
"Ah… crap," he muttered.
One moment, he was minding his business, flipping a strange coin some old geezer had handed him. The next? A parked delivery truck had fallen from the sky and flattened him like an overused doormat.
"Why was it parked?! How did it even fall?! Who throws trucks?!"
Before he could spiral into existential panic, something enormous appeared before him.
A massive golden throne, crackling with cosmic energy, materialized in the void. Sitting on it was a being of incomprehensible power—its form constantly shifting between a radiant deity, a wise old librarian, and a stressed-out office worker.
The being let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "Welcome, mortal."
Ashar blinked. "Uh… am I in heaven?"
The being shook its head. "No. I am ROB—Random Omnipotent Being. You have died in a highly unfortunate and, quite frankly, ridiculous way."
Ashar groaned. "Yeah, no kidding."
"So, what happens now?" Ashar asked, floating aimlessly like a lost balloon, "Am I going to get reaincarnated or something?"
ROB clasped his celestial hands together. "Oh! you have a good intuition. You will be reincarnated into a new world."
Ashar perked up. "Wait, seriously?"
"Yes. The world you will be sent to is called Veyren, a land filled with magic, monsters, and dangers beyond human comprehension."
Ashar's eyes lit up. He had read about situations like this! It was just like those reincarnation novels!
"…Does that mean I get wishes?" he asked cautiously.
ROB's cosmic form flickered, his expression darkening. "No."
Ashar frowned. "But—"
"No wishes."
Ashar crossed his nonexistent arms. "That's kinda unfair, don't you think?"
"It would be unfair to the others."
Ashar froze. 'Others?'
"What do you mean by 'others'—"
ROB suddenly cleared his throat. "Don't be upset. I will give you something else."
Ashar narrowed his eyes. "…"
ROB waved his hand, and three massive glowing wheels appeared before them.
"Due to your tragic and borderline comedic death, you get a second chance at life. However, instead of wishes, you will get three spins on the Wheel of Destiny."
Each wheel was gigantic, covered in strange, glowing symbols that pulsed with mystical energy.
ROB gestured toward them.
"You will spin three times—one for a skill, one for a mana affinity, and one for a special item."
Ashar hesitated. "What if I don't like what I get?"
ROB gave him a cosmic smirk. "Then that's just tough luck."
Ashar sighed. "…Fine."
He reached for the first lever.
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The First Spin – A Truly Unfortunate Skill
The Wheel of Skills spun violently, the glowing runes flashing past at blinding speed.
Ashar squinted, catching glimpses of legendary abilities from anime and games.
[Sharingan]
[Ultra Instinct]
[Imagine Breaker]
[Gate of Babylon]
[Limitless & Six Eyes]
[One For All]
[Great Sage]
His soul trembled with excitement.
"C'mon, give me something good! Something OP!"
The wheel slowed… ticked… and then stopped.
The glowing text appeared:
[You have acquired the Epic-tier Skill: Sex Fiend]
Silence.
Ashar's soul froze.
"…W-Wait, what?"
He had high hopes for an incredible skill. Something legendary! Something that would make him a hero, a conqueror, a ruler!
But this?
A virgin like him getting a skill with that name? It was like fate itself was mocking him!
Slowly, he turned to ROB to complain—but stopped when he saw the deep frown on the cosmic being's face.
ROB leaned forward, groaned, and rubbed his temples. "Oh, aren't you a lucky bastard. Getting an epic-tier skill right from the start."
His voice was dripping with sarcasm and a hint of annoyance.
Ashar blinked. "W-Wait, why do you sound mad? I should be the one complaining here!"
The two assistants floating beside ROB finally took notice of the skill name and froze.
They exchanged a glance, then turned to ROB with confused and mildly horrified expressions.
One of them hesitantly opened their mouth. "Uh, Master —"
ROB lifted a hand, silencing them. "Don't. I don't wanna talk about it."
Ashar, still red with embarrassment, felt a growing sense of doom. "O-Oi, what's wrong with this skill?"
ROB sighed deeply. "Just spin the next one. Let's… let's move past this."
Ashar gulped.
Something was very wrong.
The Second Spin – Affinity
Ashar, still mortified by his first spin, reluctantly stepped up to the Affinity Wheel.
His gut told him something was off, but he pushed the feeling aside.
"Alright, maybe this one will be normal," he thought, praying to whatever cosmic force controlled this nonsense.
He grabbed the lever and pulled.
The wheel spun, its symbols blurring.
He caught glimpses of affinities like:
[Fire]
[Water]
[Wind]
[Lightning]
[Holy]
[Dark]
[Void]
His hopes soared—until the wheel began slowing down.
Tick… tick… tick…
It stopped.
A glowing message appeared.
[Acquired Chaos Mana Affinity]
Silence.
Ashar squinted. "...Chaos?"
He turned to ROB for an explanation—only to find the cosmic being tensed up, his body flickering between different forms at an unstable rate.
For the first time, ROB didn't just look annoyed—he looked genuinely unsettled.
His assistants visibly paled. One of them actually took a step back.
"…What?" Ashar said nervously. "Is it bad?"
ROB just stared at him for a solid five seconds.
Then, in an unnervingly calm voice, he asked,
"Tell me, mortal. Do you… understand what you just acquired?"
Ashar gulped. "Uhh… Magic?"
One of the assistants whispered in horror, "He doesn't know…"
ROB let out a long, slow exhale. Then he pinched the bridge of his nose.
One assistant whispered, "Maybe… maybe it won't activate properly since he's reincarnating?"
The other assistant whispered back, "You mean… gamble on him being too stupid to figure it out?"
Ashar frowned. "I can hear you guys, y'know."
ROB stared at him.
Ashar swallowed.
"…Should I spin again?"
ROB just buried his face in his hands.
After a few moments ROB clapped his hands together. "Alright, moving on! Let's do the final spin.
Ashar sighed and stepped up to the last wheel.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Ashar sighed and grabbed the lever for the final spin.
"Alright, let's just get this over with…"
The Wheel of Items spun violently, flashing past all kinds of legendary weapons, divine armors, and enchanted relics.
Excalibur…
Mjolnir…
The Godslayer Blade…
Aegis, the Shield of the Heavens…
The Philosopher's Stone…
He couldn't help but feel hopeful.
"Okay, maybe I'll get something badass this time!"
Then, the wheel slowed.
Tick… tick… tick…
It stopped.
A glowing message appeared in front of him:
[Acquired Divine Artifact – Devourer's Relic]
Silence.
Ashar squinted. "Devourer's Relic? Sounds kinda cool."
He turned to ROB—
—only to find the cosmic being staring at the text, his form flickering wildly.
His galaxies dimmed. His cosmic energy trembled.
Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he muttered,
"This… cannot be here. It should be sealed."
A sinking feeling hit Ashar's gut.
"…Uh, what?"
Ignoring him, ROB snapped his fingers.
A surge of divine energy erupted from his hand, aimed directly at the glowing text.
But—
[ERROR: ITEM IS SOUL-BOUND]
A robotic voice chimed in.
A message appeared in glowing golden letters:
[The Devourer's Relic has been successfully bound to the soul of Ashar. Cannot be removed.]
ROB's face went pale.
Which was impressive for a being made of shifting galaxies.
"No… no, no, NO!" He waved his hands frantically, trying to erase it again.
More messages popped up:
[ERROR: CANNOT MODIFY A SOUL-BOUND ARTIFACT]
One of ROB's assistants whispered, "Master… what do we do?"
ROB just sat there, staring into the void.
"…I really screwed up."
Ashar, now genuinely nervous, spoke up. "Okay, I feel like I should be concerned. Can someone explain what this thing does?"
ROB slowly turned to face him.
His voice was strained.
"The Devourer's Relic is… a nightmare."
The assistants whispered among themselves.
"Maybe if we intervene now, we can suppress the artifact…?"
"No, it's already bound. It'll evolve with his soul!"
"Then… what do we do?"
Suddenly, an alarm rang through the void.
[REINCARNATION PROCESS LOCKED. INITIATING TRANSFER.]
A bright golden portal opened beneath Ashar.
"WAIT—NO, STOP!" ROB shouted, lunging forward.
The void rumbled.
The cosmic throne shook.
But the process had already begun.
Ashar felt his soul being pulled.
"MASTER, FIX THIS!" one assistant screamed.
"I CAN'T, IT'S TOO LATE!"
As a desperate last resort, ROB's hands glowed with divine energy.
He muttered something in an ancient, forbidden language and poured something into Ashar's soul.
"This should… at least delay the worst of it."
Ashar barely had time to process what that meant—
—because in the next moment—
BOOM.
He was gone.
---
Ashar's eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit ceiling. The light flickered, shadows dancing across the rough, uneven stone surface. The air was damp, carrying a faint musky smell.
"Where… am I?"
He tried to move.
Nothing.
He struggled, willing his arms to rise, but his body felt weak and unresponsive.
Panic crept in.
"Why… can't I move?"
He tried to speak, hoping for some kind of answer—
—only for an unholy gurgling noise to escape his mouth.
"Gwahh!"
Ashar froze.
That wasn't his voice.
His gaze drifted downward.
Two tiny green hands waved weakly in front of his face.
His hands.
The realization hit like a truck.
"Wait… wait… WHAT?!"
His mind reeled as memories flooded back.
"That bastard almost tried to kill me again!"
But his anger was quickly replaced by a much bigger problem.
He heard soft humming nearby.
His tiny head turned slightly to the side.
A small, green-skinned woman sat near him, gently rocking another baby in her arms. Her features were rough, yet there was an odd warmth in the way she cared for the child.
Her pointed ears twitched.
Her yellowish eyes glowed faintly.
Her green skin…
Ashar felt his blood turn cold.
"Wait."
He looked at his own hands again.
They were green.
Small.
Goblin-like.
The realization sank in.
"I'M A GOBLIN?!"
His tiny mouth opened, but only a pathetic gurgle came out.
"Gaaaahh!"
"It seems someone is a bit moody!"
A soft, feminine voice echoed through the dimly lit cave as a pair of gentle hands lifted the tiny infant. The newborn goblin, still struggling to comprehend his surroundings, blinked in confusion as he was cradled against the warmth of his mother's embrace.
His small, undeveloped mind worked frantically to process what he was seeing. The woman holding him was unlike anything he had imagined a goblin to be. She had smooth green skin, delicate features, a small nose, and soft pink lips. Her long, dark green hair was slightly disheveled, cascading over her shoulders like silk. She gazed at him with a radiant smile, her golden eyes filled with warmth.
Weren't goblins supposed to be ugly? Every story, every myth, every piece of fiction he had ever known described them as hideous, twisted creatures with grotesque features and sharp teeth. Yet, the woman before him was the complete opposite. She was gentle. Beautiful. Almost human.
A strange feeling swelled within him, an overwhelming sense of admiration and attachment.
If he could speak, he would have cursed at himself.
He was in love.
The goblin woman giggled, completely unaware of his internal turmoil. "Who's a good baby? You are! Of course, you are!" She nuzzled his tiny forehead with affection, rocking him gently in her arms.
"Hehehe! My little Ash will surely grow into a strong goblin! Your mama is so proud of you!" she declared with pride, pressing him closer to her chest.
Mama?
She's my… mother?
Oh no.
He had fallen in love with his own mother.
"You're moving a lot… Are you hungry?" she asked, tilting her head as she observed his flailing.
Before he could process her words, she adjusted him in her arms. With practiced ease, she pulled at the cloth wrapped around her chest, exposing herself.
He watched as she gently massaged her breast, coaxing the inverted nipples until they emerged fully.
His tiny body trembled. A primal thirst—one he had never experienced before—took hold of him, overriding his rational thoughts. It was an unbearable craving, a desperate need that screamed to be fulfilled.
And then, without thinking, he latched onto her.
Warm, rich milk filled his mouth, and an indescribable sensation washed over him. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted—sweet, nourishing, overwhelming. His body melted into the warmth of her embrace as he drank greedily, surrendering entirely to his instincts.
The sensation was almost euphoric. It wasn't just hunger; it was something deeper, something more primal.
He suckled with vigor, driven by an uncontrollable need, his tiny fingers grasping at her skin. His hunger was insatiable—he drank too fast, too much, until he suddenly choked.
Sensing his distress, the goblin woman quickly pulled him away, patting his back with practiced care. A small gasp escaped him as he coughed, spitting out some of the milk in the process.
"There, there... slow down, little one," she cooed, pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead.
After drinking his fill, Ashar finally released the pink bud, his tiny lips parting with a soft pop. His newborn senses were still overwhelmed, but his sharp eyes caught the few drops that clung to the delicate peak. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over them, savoring the lingering taste.
It was intoxicating.
As he looked up, the goblin woman smiled warmly. She lifted him with ease, cradling him against her chest as she placed soft, loving kisses on his cheeks.
His eyelids grew heavy. The exhaustion of his new reality, the warmth of his mother's embrace, and the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat lulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep.