This world where everyone has special abilities sounds pretty interesting, but right now Michael doesn't have enough info to think about it. But hearing about two empires and many kingdoms, he roughly understood this is a feudal society, not a modern one.
If it's that kind of society, then the ruling class will be royalty and nobles. Commoners might suffer oppression, but based on the current situation, nobles most likely hold incredibly strong power, enough to crush any thoughts of resistance.
"If the wisher is a noble, that'd be great—a royal prince or something; no need. I don't wanna get tangled up in power struggles anyway. Following some rich noble and living the high life is already pretty good."
Without even doing anything yet, Michael was already thinking about a bright future on this continent. He even considered bringing out a few simple but effective modern inventions to show off in front of the people.
But when wisher came up, he suddenly remembered what the genie had told him. What did "chosen one" mean back then?
"System, do I get to choose who the wisher is?"
[No. The chosen one can only be selected by the system. The genie is responsible for granting the wish.]
???
So everything was set up from the very beginning? The genie meeting him wasn't a coincidence either.
"You're saying everything that happened to me was done by the genie? The genie can interfere with the world before the wisher makes a wish?"
[You're mistaken. That was a scenario I created so that the chosen one of that world, which is you, could touch the magic lamp. The genie naturally doesn't have the right to interfere with the world in any way before the wishers make a wish.]
Hearing that, Michael immediately wanted to curse. So there was no hacker messing with him after all. That whole day he'd been scared out of his mind, and it was all because of this damn system pulling some nasty trick.
"Were you trying to scare me on purpose?"
[You're falsely accusing me. I don't have that much free time to go around scaring the chosen one. Obviously, you scared yourself and got freaked out on your own.]
Michael's face turned a little red. He actually couldn't argue back. Back then his memory randomly messed up and made everything chaotic. Even now he still can't remember who those friends he once knew actually were.
"So who's the chosen one on the Sun & Sea continent? Hearing that continent's name, the chosen one probably has powers related to the sun or the sea, or both, right?"
[Stop guessing randomly. The chosen one has jack to do with the sun or sea. You're a chosen one too, do you have any ability related to the Earth or the country you used to live in?]
Michael scratched his head in embarrassment again. He was just a shut-in bum, relying on a bit of money, not even bothering to step outside. His contribution to society might be a tiny bit, but considering the whole Earth, what he did was probably like a grain of sand in the desert.
"Ahem, ahem, can you not slander me? I'm a genie now."
He coughed a few times to brush the topic aside. When he was at home, he didn't feel anything. But thinking back now, it was actually kinda embarrassing.
[…]
The system didn't know how to respond to this situation either. It had never slandered anyone; it just said things as they were.
[First, let me introduce this world's power system to you. Then I'll show you who the chosen one is.]
When he heard about this world's power system, Michael immediately thought of all sorts of strange magic. The excitement in him surged because he felt like he was about to become a real wizard. Of course, this world's power system might not be that kind, but at least it'd be stronger than Earth's.
"Hurry up and say it. I'm really eager."
[This world has a special profession called "contractor". All humans in this world, upon turning twelve years old, can awaken to become contractors.]
[Everyone can sign contracts with all sorts of strange things in the world, even things from imagination. The only limit is what you don't think of; there's nothing that can't be exist.]
[Of course, the appearance of the thing you contract with has no relation to talent. You could contract with a super beautiful sword and still have a talent that can't be cultivated. But the probability of good appearance going with good talent is much higher than the opposite.]
[Talent is thirty percent inherited from parents. The rest is completely random. Even if your parents are undefeated champions of the world, there's still a chance they'll give birth to a child who can't cultivate. And talent cannot be changed unless it falls under a special case of deficient talent. But all deficient talent cases have eight-stars talent, no exceptions.]
[Talent has a total of eleven levels, in order from lowest to highest as follows: can't cultivate → one star → two stars → three stars → four stars → five stars → six stars → seven stars → eight stars → nine stars → god level.]
Hearing that talent is completely random, Michael got a bad feeling. What if he awakened a talent that can't be cultivated? Wouldn't that mean he couldn't do anything?
"System, what about me then? My parents are… are… Wait, who are my parents?"
Michael suddenly realized that not only his friends, but also his parents and everyone he'd ever known, he couldn't remember clearly anymore. Even the face of the person who'd delivered groceries to him recently, he couldn't recall at all.
"System, what the hell is wrong with my memory? Why did I forget so much? And the things I forget are all about specific people."
Ever since he became involved with matters of the gods, his memory has been getting worse and worse. He felt that this matter and his becoming a genie were definitely closely related. Otherwise, there was no way to explain this strange phenomenon.