A brilliant white light engulfed everything, forcing them to shut their eyes. For a moment, there was only silence—pure and infinite. Then, their eyes opened.
They were standing in a pristine white room. No walls. No shadows.
Just endless light.
They were still holding hands but now seeing they have arrived somewhere they all started dancing...
A very confused angel who was sitting on a cloud lazily , leg crossed and was scrolling something on a celestial scroll as if he was watching some time of entertainment that was only available here.
But now he was froze.
he cried "Three humans. Not one."
His mouth opened. Closed. Then he blinked. Hard.
"Wait… what—who are you guys?" he stammered.
"There should've been one. Just one! Was there a glitch? Oh no… no, no, no… I forgot to turn on the 'single-entry mode' on the portal! I knew I was forgetting something!"
He slapped his own forehead. "How foolish I am…"
As he was rambling...the three cousins made themselves comfortable. Ishu had already flopped onto the glowing floor and challenged Krishna and Debu to rock-paper-scissors. Best of seven. Winner gets bragging rights in heaven.
"This place is actually not bad," Ishu said, throwing out a paper.
"Feels expensive," Krishna added.
Debu squinted at the glowing space. "So... this is heaven, right?"
The angel glanced up, eyes still spinning. "Nope. Just a staging area. Think of it like a divine customer service lounge. Also..."
A voice—vast, ancient, and unmistakably irritated—shook the white void with divine finality.
"You have violated interdimensional protocol and triggered mass viewer disappointment. As punishment: all return paths to Earth are sealed. You will remain in this world."
"You will receive one wish. Just one. It must be modest. No godlike power. No world-breaking magic. No exceptions."
The boys stiffened.
"Only one?" Ishu whispered, glancing at the others. "That's it?"
"Additionally," the voice continued, "you will be randomly relocated together. No preparation. No orientation. Let fate decide your arrival point."
The angel looked like he wanted to crawl inside his halo.
"Yikes," he said. "you guys are doomed and my promotion too"
Krishna scratched his head. "So we're stuck here. With one weak wish. And we don't even get to choose where we start."
Debu nodded slowly. "Perfect. What could possibly go wrong?"
The angel tells that they have been transported here to live in another world and entertain the viewers, THE GODS, there are many people from the EARTH, and in normal conditions ISHU would have been the only one arrived here as i chose him for this game candidate and he would have received beginners items ,book on magic and world, 3 wishes any godlike power but within limits of this world, and a starting town with money to start the adventure.
But this case is different it is good that they did not eliminated you guys or it could have been way worse. I think the viewers wanted to watch someone suffer in this world that's why they left you unharmed.
THINK YOURSELF AS LUCKY.
KRISHNA asks " what we have to do and why we are entertaining them?"
The angel replies" you can do anything you want to, it's your life at the end of the day and as a matter of fact why you are entertaining them it's JUST THAT YOU GUYS ARE WEAK...Those who are strong, powerful, important—they get to bend the rules. Skip the lines. Rewrite destiny. The rest of us? We follow the scripts. We do the entertaining."
ISHU replies "IT IS WHAT IT IS"
Debu frowned. "So what, we're just content now?"
The angel smirked. "Not just content—premium content. You've got heart, flaws, and just enough bad decision-making to keep things spicy."
Then the scroll pinged with a notification.
"Oh hey, you got your wish slot unlocked," he said casually. "Whenever you're ready… choose something for your wish but in limits...oh... and only one wish.
The boys stared at the glowing cube hovering midair.
One wish. No way back. No overpowered miracles. Just one shot at shaping their destiny.
"I have an idea," Debu said, eyes sparkling. "Let's wish for... an anime girl."
WHACK.
Krishna slapped the back of his head with surgical precision.
"ONE girl? There are THREE of us. Are you trying to spark a rivalry arc before episode one?!"
"I'm just saying," Debu mumbled, rubbing his head, "we could rotate schedules…"
Ishu raised a hand solemnly. "Correction. We wish for three anime girls."
BONK.
This time Krishna smacked him in his guts."Stop thinking about anime waifus you IDIOTSSS!"
The angel whispered, "Viewer ratings would spike with a love triangle…"
Krishna turned, deadpan. "Don't encourage them."
He paced once, then spun to face the others. "Look, if we only get one wish, it can't be selfish or romantic or some cliché that gets us stuck farming potatoes in a side village for sixteen episodes. We need something useful. Strategic. Game-changing."
Debu tilted his head. "So… no anime girl?"
Krishna sighed. "You want anime girls? Earn 'em through quests."
Ishu nodded. "Romance side mission unlocked."
They all laughed—half serious, half terrified. Their fate rested on one ridiculous decision.
And somewhere far beyond that white void… more than thousand viewers held their breath, waiting to see what kind of wish the trio would unleash.
"You think this ends with the wish?" he said, adjusting a floating scroll that now glowed with holographic symbols. "No no, boys. Once you hit Earth, it's showtime. Every move, every quest, every awkward romantic misunderstanding... all of it will be streamed across realms."
Debu blinked. "Wait—live?"
"Technically, multiverse delayed by half a second. But yes," the angel grinned. "You'll each have a channel. I'm your producer. Viewer count affects everything—gear drops, bonus events, store items, maybe even a rare second wish... if ratings spike."
Ishu raised an eyebrow. "So we're... influencers now?"
"You're protagonists in a monetized isekai ecosystem," the angel corrected, way too proudly. "Make your adventures exciting. Stir hearts. Win fans. Because if my channel flops, I don't get promoted."
Krishna folded his arms, gaze sharp. "Let me get this straight. We're being turned into reality show heroes, and our survival depends on... viewership?"
"Not survival," the angel smirked. "But perks, power-ups, and plot twists do tend to favor crowd favorites."
Debu was already posing. "Okay but hear me out—what if I take my shirt off dramatically during battle?"
WHACK. Krishna bonked him again. "No fanservice until season 2."
Krishna, crossed his arms and said calmly, "DOING MAGIC WITHOUT CASTING OR SIGNS" it should give us a upper hand.
Debu smirked and leaned in, "Or… hear me out—hypnosis. We skip the fighting and win with style." THWACK! Krishna bonked him faster than the word "pervy" could escape his lips. "I know what you were thinking, moron."
Then came Ishu, silent but focused, eyes closed as he filtered through outcomes like a living chess engine.
Krishna and Debu turned to him, quiet now.
"You're the brain here," Krishna said. "Yeah," Debu added. "We'll follow whatever you decide. No arguments."
Ishu stepped forward, the glow of the wish cube flickering across his glasses(he was not wearing any glasses.)
"My wish…" he said, voice calm but charged with certainty, "…is to understand every language and form of communication—spoken, written, coded, forgotten."
Debu and Krishna exchanged wide-eyed smiles, then high-fived with the kind of joy that only comes when chaos finally chooses a strategy.
Shrish watched with a proud smile, and the angel gave a suspicious side-eye. "That's... it? Bit basic, don't you think?"
The viewers were laughing........
Shrish stood tall, pride in his stance.
Angel whispered,"The no chant magic was better than this garbage skill it's not too late......"
"I've already thought beyond it," Ishu replied with a sly grin.
Debu and Krishna instinctively stepped forward where Ishu was standing, then did what they always did in moments of total uncertainty—high-fived like fools smiling through fate.
As the teleportation light engulfed them, Krishna called out one last question, "Wait—why did you chose ISHU bhaiya as the candidate."
The angel, scroll now glowing gold, whispered, "Some answers… you have to discover on your own."
And then—flash.
Everything blurred. The world vanished.
They were gone, cast into a place even the cube couldn't predict.
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