"I wish I were bigger, taller, and more muscular," Ethan declared, his voice filled with longing.
"Wish granted!" a smooth, feminine voice echoed in his mind.
Before he could process what was happening, a strange heat spread through his entire body, starting from his core and radiating outward.
It wasn't painful—just an intense, searing warmth that sent a shiver down his spine. His muscles tingled, stretching, expanding, bulging.
His skin tightened over his growing frame as if he were being sculpted by unseen hands.
Then—rip! His T-shirt shredded into tatters, his sleeves bursting apart as his biceps swelled. His jeans weren't spared either, splitting down the seams as his legs thickened into trunks of pure muscle.
He staggered backward, catching his reflection in the floor-length mirror.
"Holy shit…" His voice trembled in disbelief. The scrawny, 5-foot kid he had always been was gone. In his place stood a titan—a massive, 6-foot-6 beast of a man, packed with muscles that looked like they belonged to a champion bodybuilder.
His broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and thick arms looked absurdly unreal, like something straight out of a fantasy.
Ethan grinned. Then, slowly, he flexed. His biceps bulged, thick veins snaking over his skin, and his grin widened into a full-blown smile.
"This is unreal!" he gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer power coursing through him.
He clenched his fists, feeling strength beyond anything he had ever imagined. Had he been some kind of saint in his past life to receive this kind of divine luck? He didn't know—but he didn't care.
He stepped closer to the mirror, still marveling at his transformation. That's when his eyes drifted downward, and—
"No way…" His breath hitched. "Even my cock looks gigantic now!"
He burst out laughing, running his fingers through his thickened hair. This wasn't just a glow-up—this was a miracle! A wish-granting system? Was he dreaming?
But if this was real… then what else could he wish for?
His heart pounded.
"What if I…" His smile twisted into something more mischievous, more ambitious.
He took a deep breath. "I wish to be the most powerful being in the entire multiverse—stronger than the One Above All, Goku, and Superman combined!"
For a brief moment, there was silence. Then—
"Wish granted," the voice whispered.
The world around him blurred.
Reality itself seemed to warp, twisting and pulsing as an unfathomable force surged into him. Knowledge—impossibly vast and infinite—poured into his mind like an unstoppable flood.
The secrets of the cosmos, the fabric of existence, the laws of time and space—all of it became his to command.
His body vibrated, glowing with an otherworldly energy. His very being expanded, transcending mortal limitations. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, terrifying.
He felt his soul stretch across dimensions, his spirit merging with the very essence of creation itself. His fingers twitched, and he realized he now possessed absolute control.
"Stop," he said.
And the world obeyed.
The distant hum of the city ceased. Outside his window, cars hung motionless in the streets. People stood frozen mid-stride, expressions locked in time. Even the birds in the sky were motionless, suspended in an eerie, perfect stillness.
Ethan exhaled slowly. He had stopped time. Time. With just a single word.
A slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face.
"Money!" he commanded next.
A deafening whoosh filled the room as piles upon piles of crisp $1,000 bills materialized out of nowhere, flooding every inch of the floor. He was drowning in money—swimming in pure wealth.
He scooped up a handful, feeling the crisp texture between his fingers, inhaling the scent of fresh currency.
He let the bills slip through his fingers, laughing.
He had done it.
He had become a god.
And this was only the beginning.