Third Person POV
Arjun blinked.
He was no longer in his bed.
Instead, he found himself standing in a pure white room that stretched out endlessly in all directions. The air was still, the ground soft like clouds, and the silence was unnerving.
He clearly remembered drifting to sleep. He'd been in his room, Vhim lying beside him on the floor, both weighed down by grief and confusion. Yet now… this.
"Again?" he muttered. "Something weird is going on."
He rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of it. But deep down, a part of him was too tired to care anymore. His life had become unpredictable—a string of bizarre events, broken systems, and unanswered questions.
Maybe I should stop trying to make sense of everything, he thought. Nothing's normal anyway.
That's when he saw him.
A boy sat at a desk nearby, wearing glasses a size too big for his face. He had the aura of a young scholar, short and nerdy, scribbling something into a book with a feathered pen.
Arjun stepped closer. "Hey. Who are you? What is this place? Why am I here?"
The boy stopped writing and looked up, eyes sparkling with admiration.
"My lord. You're finally here," he said, standing and bowing deeply. "Long live my king. Please, command me. How may I serve you?"
Arjun froze.
"…What?"
He scanned the boy's face, confused. There was something familiar about him—an echo of recognition—but no name came to mind. Just that weird certainty that they were connected somehow.
"My king," the boy said again, "what is your wish?"
Arjun's mouth opened, but no words came. He didn't know what to ask. He didn't even know why he was here. He certainly didn't feel like a king. If anything, he still felt like the same loser he'd always been.
Unbeknownst to him, his subconscious wish—born from frustration, from hopelessness—had activated a skill he didn't even know he had.
[Loser's Lie: Activated.]
[Loser's Wish: Granted.]
"…My wish?" Arjun echoed, still processing. "Ah. My wish…"
He glanced down at his hands. Then up at the white void.
"There are so many. I want to live. I want to be normal. I want love… freedom… a real childhood. I want fun. Peace. Strength. Everything. I'm greedy like that."
He looked back at the boy.
"Can I get all of that? Can I become a god if I wish it? Can I be… anything I want?"
The boy nodded, not a trace of doubt in his expression.
"Of course, my lord. This world is born from your wish. A reflection of your inner truth. But right now… I need to know what laws you wish to change in this world's power system."
Arjun laughed, a sharp, slightly unhinged sound. "Wait, wait. Are you telling me I'm a god here?"
The boy smiled patiently.
"Well, not a god. But this world... bends to your desire more than you realize."
"Hah… Okay, sure. Let's go with that," Arjun said with a chuckle. "You want to know what I want to change?"
He took a breath.
"I want the power system to evolve. Not just soul nature and leveling. That's boring. Too linear. I want something else—something rare. Like… devil fruits or cursed artifacts or—hell, I don't know. Give me something wild."
The boy clapped his hands, pleased.
"Oh! There is something like that already. They're called Elemental Fruits. You can find them in dungeons. You just… didn't know about them."
Arjun blinked. "Wait… seriously?"
"Yes. They exist. Hidden. Powerful. Waiting."
"What about…" Arjun's voice picked up, ideas racing. "Something like Nine Gates from Naruto? Soul Blades like Bleach? Breathing Techniques from Demon Slayer? Or Grimoires like Black Clover?"
The boy grinned wider.
"Some of them are already out there. You just haven't gone far enough yet. There are ten chakra laws—stronger than gates. Abyssal Blades instead of Soul Blades—more dangerous. You already created a breathing system by accident, so others are forming to balance it. Everything you wish for exists… or will soon."
"But Grimoires?" Arjun asked.
"Not yet," the boy admitted. "But… who knows what might form next?"
Arjun was silent for a moment.
He wasn't sure what to believe.
But then again, belief didn't seem to matter anymore.
This world was changing—had already changed.
"Now, my king," the boy said, closing his book, "it's time to return. The Loser's Wish will seal again. It can only be used once a year."
Arjun gave him one last look.
"Who are you, really?"
The boy smiled faintly. "A fragment of your will. A piece of the story you buried. We'll meet again when the world calls you king."
Then, the white room began to dissolve into mist.
And Arjun fell—
Back to his body.
Back to reality.
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Third Person POV
When Arjun opened his eyes, the sky outside was already tinged with gold. Dawn had arrived quietly, brushing soft light across the room.
But something felt… off.
He turned his head.
Vhim's bed was empty.
Arjun frowned and sat up. Where did he go this early?
He stretched the sleep out of his limbs, still groggy. It had been a deep sleep—dreamless, peaceful, almost unnatural. The kind of rest he hadn't had in a long time. Odd, considering how much was weighing on his mind.
Slipping on his shoes, Arjun stepped outside.
He didn't need to look far.
Vhim was seated in the backyard under the tree, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed. His breathing was steady, precise, too rhythmic to be ordinary meditation.
Arjun watched silently from the edge of the house. A strange sensation washed over him—déjà vu, maybe? As if he'd seen this technique before. No, felt it. Somewhere deep inside.
Why does this seem familiar?
But the thought drifted away before he could hold onto it.
The memory of the white room, the strange boy, the wish—none of it remained. For Arjun, last night had been just another night of sleep. Nothing more.
Shaking off the strange feeling, Arjun took a deep breath and began his own breathing meditation.
The same one he'd used since childhood.
The one that never seemed to do much… until now.
An hour passed.
When he opened his eyes again, his clothes clung to his skin, soaked in sweat. His chest rose and fell sharply. Every part of him burned. Muscles aching, lungs tingling—yet alive in a way they hadn't been before.
Still so weak…
The reality of his limits hit him again. No matter how much he tried to escape it, he was far behind. The world was changing. And he had to catch up.
Vhim had finished too. He walked over, his face flushed with excitement, eyes sparkling like he'd just uncovered a great treasure.
"Arjun!" he said, barely containing his energy. "I found a way to get stronger!"
Arjun raised an eyebrow. "Through meditation?"
"No," Vhim said, grinning. "Something better. A breathing technique. It came to me… like I remembered it. It's called the Breath of Devas. It's powerful. I can feel it. If you want, I can teach you."
Arjun blinked.
Something clicked inside him.
Something primal.
Something ancient.
"No need," Arjun said calmly. "I already have a breathing technique."
Vhim tilted his head. "Since when?"
"It's not like yours," Arjun replied. "It's called Primordial Breathing. Older than anything. Stronger too."
Vhim's excitement dimmed slightly. "Then maybe I should learn yours—"
Arjun cut him off with a serious look.
"No. You shouldn't. My breathing… it's too much for most bodies. If I try to learn another style, I'll die. And if you try to learn mine, the same might happen to you."
A heavy silence hung in the air between them.
And then—
[Loser's Lie: Activated.]
[Breathing Laws Creation: Successful.]
In that instant, the world responded to his declaration.
Unseen threads of reality shifted. New rules were written. What had once been vague and unformed took shape. The very concept of Breathing Techniques evolved.
No longer just random tricks or instinctive practices.
Now they were real.
Laws.
Codified systems of power.
From Arjun's subconscious belief, new truths were born.
Primordial Breathing.
Breath of Devas.
And many more waiting to emerge.