Chapter 1 — The Man in the White Void
Silence.
That was the first thing he became aware of—an endless, heavy silence that pressed against him from all directions. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing. No sky, no ground, no horizon. Just a limitless expanse of white, so bright it should have been blinding… yet it didn't hurt.
"Did I… die?"
The words left his mouth before he had time to think about them. Strangely, speaking felt natural, as if he still had a body—but he remembered the moment of his death clearly. A screech of tires. A flash of light. Pain. Then darkness.
Now this.
He looked around again. The void didn't change.
But behind him, a presence appeared—calm, ancient, and overwhelmingly powerful.
"You would be correct," a gentle voice said.
He turned. A man stood there, dressed in simple robes, golden eyes glowing faintly. His appearance shifted subtly every few seconds—as if he had no true form.
"Welcome," the figure said, "to the space between endings and beginnings."
His heart thudded. "Are you… God?"
The figure laughed softly. "Not quite. You humans call my position many names. ROB, Administrator, System Overseer… You may call me what you wish."
"…Right. ROB, then."
ROB smiled. "Very well."
He took a step forward, and the void rippled around him like water disturbed by a stone.
"You died unfairly," ROB continued. "Not part of the cosmic script. So, to compensate you, I will offer three unrestricted wishes. No limitations. No backlash. No hidden clauses."
His eyes widened. "Anything?"
"Anything," ROB nodded. "Power, knowledge, abilities… even concepts outside the laws of reality. And one more thing—you may choose your new appearance, and decide where and in which timeline you will be born."
The offer was absurd. Ridiculous. Impossible.
And yet… completely real.
He took a breath to steady himself. "Before I make my wishes, I want to know something. When I reincarnate… will I keep my memories?"
"If you desire it, yes. If not, no."
He nodded. "Good."
A blank slate for desires and dreams spread before him like an open sky. He felt excitement welling up inside his chest—something he hadn't felt in a long time.
ROB raised a hand. "State your first wish."
He thought carefully, then spoke with certainty:
"My first wish… is