"How about you fuse all of my wishes? Subjective Immunity can fuse with my adaptation. Instead of something that I don't recognize, which doesn't affect me, how about that, which I understand? Pretty much, if I understand something, I become immune to it. It's like giving my adaptation the information needed, allowing it to know how to quickly adapt, and also increasing the effectiveness of my adaptation," He said, raising her eyebrow as she processed the idea. This wish could actually be done—it was clever, turning the concept on its head while still remaining within the boundaries of what she could grant.
"As for Irreversible Destruction, can it be that I have the ability to target a person on a deeper level? For example, I can start off with normal attacks that can't be healed easily, but I can improve this ability. So one day, when I attack one's soul, the damage reflects on one's body. Until the soul is healed, the physical body never heals." He said, to which she nodded slowly, as that was well within the realm of possibility. It was a steep climb to reach that level, but the path to get there existed, and that was all that mattered.
"But I can go deeper than the soul, and reach conceptual and deeper levels. Levels beyond the conceptual, concepts of concepts. The concept of healing, the concept of recovery, the concept of health, the concept of one being fated to heal, and even the very concept of one's existence. By the way, I want this to be its own skill that can be used alongside Disaster. Or they can be fused to birth a greater effect." He said thoughtfully, his voice light as he laid out the terrifying scope of what this ability could one day become.
If mastered to its fullest potential, it would mean that anything he harmed—no matter how insignificant the initial wound—could be destroyed on every level of existence, from the physical all the way down to the most fundamental abstract concept that held a being together.
"How about I just fuse everything and make you the ultimate lifeform?" She said softly, her tone carrying a weight that made the air between them still for a moment. He raised his eyebrow, caught off guard by the suggestion.
He hadn't known that was even a possibility—that she could take every wish he had made and weave them together into something singular, something greater than the sum of its parts. He, of course, nodded without a second thought, and with that, she took a deep breath, composing herself as she summoned golden flames into her palm. The fire danced and swirled above her hand, alive with divine energy, crackling with the raw power needed to reshape a mortal's very existence.
"If possible, can I just skip the whole reincarnation thing? I have no interest in going through the whole childhood phase," He said, making her frown for a second as she considered the request and what it would entail.
"I will have it done. I doubt any mortal can birth you without dying. I would leave it to the world on how you would be born." She said lightly, her words carrying the casual certainty of someone who had sent champions to their fates many times before. The young man nodded, accepting her terms without complaint. There was nothing left to negotiate—everything had been decided.
"Then go ahead, save my world, and if you're lucky, one day come here and stand alongside me as a god." She said, holding out her flames toward him. The golden fire washed over the young man, engulfing his entire body in a blinding radiance as it granted his wishes, rewriting the very fabric of his being from the inside out. And then, just like that, he was sent away—hurled across the boundaries between realms toward her world.
***
In Veronica's world, the world suddenly began shaking. The tremors were not born of tectonic movement or natural disaster. This was something far more primal, far more unsettling—a shift in the very foundation of existence itself.
All lifeforms, be they gods, demons, dragons, or phoenixes, were alarmed as they sensed it simultaneously. Every single one of them, regardless of their power or station, instantly realized the same terrible truth: they had taken a step backward in the hierarchy of power.
Those who once stood at the peak, untouchable at the very top of the food chain, sensed with absolute clarity that another lifeform greater than themselves had been born into this world.
This lifeform's birth was so great, so overwhelmingly significant, that the world itself began to grow stronger in response. Across every realm and every plane of existence, lifeforms grew more powerful, their bodies and abilities forcibly enhanced as the world desperately tried to bring balance to this new presence.
It was an instinctive reaction, the world scrambling to compensate for the imbalance that had just been introduced. And whether this sudden surge in power would be enough to form any semblance of balance against this newborn existence—that remained entirely unknown.
In a lower plane, the lesser level known as the mortal world, in a land known by its people as Terra, a lifeless red-haired man could be seen floating in the sky. He hung there suspended above the ground, motionless, as if gravity itself had no claim over him.
The odd thing about this red-haired man wasn't merely the fact that he was floating, but that the world itself seemed to be holding him. Not the wind, not magic, not any force that could be named—the world, as a living entity, had cradled him in its grasp and refused to let him fall.
The hole in the young man's stomach began to close, flesh knitting itself together seamlessly as if it had never been torn open. His being began to be rewritten from the ground up, reshaped and refined, but his features remained—his face, his red hair, his bloodline. All of it carried over from who he once was.
The only differences that emerged were subtle yet profound. First, he became more handsome, dramatically so, his features sharpened and elevated to a degree that seemed almost deliberate—almost as if the world itself refused to allow him to be anything less than the most striking person in existence.
His physique changed next, becoming almost perfect in its construction. The world took its time with this, carefully and meticulously sculpting every detail to ensure his body was flawless.
What emerged was a form overflowing with dense, compressed muscle, every fiber packed with latent power beneath skin that looked deceptively lean. It was a physique that even the gods themselves would weep over in jealousy, a vessel built to house the overwhelming power that now resided within him.
His hair became a brighter, more vivid shade of red, deepening into a hue so intense that it gave the illusion of being almost on fire when the light hit it just right, each strand seeming to flicker and glow with an inner warmth.
His old adventurer's clothing faded away, dissolving into nothing as if the world deemed it unworthy of touching his skin. In its place, white trousers and a white coat materialized, wrapping around his frame as though they had always belonged there.
Slowly, with a gentleness that bordered on reverence, the young man was placed down onto the ground—a bit too gently, as if the world was terrified of harming him in even the slightest way.
The care it showed was almost parental, lowering him with the kind of delicacy one would reserve for something infinitely precious.
As soon as the young man's feet touched the ground, the tremors that had been shaking the world from everything that had transpired began to calm. The violent shaking softened, then faded entirely, and a stillness settled across the land. Slowly, the young man opened his eyes, and in that same moment, he suddenly took a deep breath.
With that single breath, all of the mana in the air around him was absorbed into his body in an instant. It was as if he were a black hole, an insatiable void that devoured everything in its proximity.
The area surrounding him was left completely barren of any mana whatsoever, a dead zone where the very energy that fueled magic simply ceased to exist. If someone had tried to cast a spell here, they would have found it impossible—around him, magic couldn't be used at all.
In fact, even from a considerable distance, spells that attempted to reach him would unravel before making contact, their structures falling apart and dissolving into nothing as they drew close. It rendered him functionally immune to magic without him even trying.
He sat up, his body moving with an ease and fluidity that felt foreign to him after so many years of fighting with a weaker physique. He looked around in confusion for a moment before freezing entirely, as he took in the sight before him.
A vast grass field stretched out in every direction around him, endless and untouched. He saw trees standing tall in the distance, their leaves swaying gently in a warm breeze. A beautiful sky spread out above him, painted in shades of blue so vivid they almost didn't seem real, along with soft clouds scattered lazily across its expanse.
It was such a breathtakingly beautiful sight that for a long moment, he simply sat there in the grass, doing nothing but enjoying it. After so many years trapped in that arena, surrounded by nothing but blood and sand and the roar of a bloodthirsty crowd, this quiet peace felt almost surreal.
"How beautiful." He said with a smile, a smile so effortlessly devastating that people would have fainted from the sight of it alone. He was truly dangerous with his looks, all of it completely without trying. The heavens above seemed to shake at the compliment, a faint, almost shy tremor, as if the world itself was blushing from the compliment he had given it.
After enjoying the beauty of the world for a while longer, letting the serenity of the moment soak into him, he quickly recalled the reason he was here in the first place. He was on a mission to save this world.
There was no time to sit idle forever, no matter how tempting the peace was. So, first things first—he needed to see what he was capable of in this new body, to understand the full extent of his abilities before he could even begin working on trying to save the world.
[Gained a new Blessing.
The Blessing of God of Wisdom: This blessing gives its user the ability to use the skill Appraisal on all things, on a level unlike any other. The information is fed to the user in a way they would best understand, and the user is able to get as much information as they need and want.]
The young man froze at the sudden notification that appeared before his eyes. He realized after a brief moment of confusion that this was the Blessing of the God of Wisdom at work—it was essentially appraising itself, introducing its own existence to him so that he would know what he had and what it could do.
Since he was someone who would best understand information when it was presented in a system-like display, something resembling a game screen, that was exactly how it chose to show itself to him.