Another powerful wish. Mahoraga's adaptation capability was overpowered by nature, a terrifying ability that had no true ceiling.
For example, once it adapted to one thing, it didn't simply stop there—it kept adapting, continuously refining itself to find a more effective way to deal with the same problem. The process never ended, always pushing further, always optimizing. The adaptation also made Mahoraga stronger as a direct consequence.
For example, if an opponent was faster than Mahoraga, he would adapt to their speed, and in doing so, become faster himself. It wasn't merely a defensive mechanism—it was an engine of perpetual growth. The drawback of speed, the fact that it started slow and scaled with power, was an important limitation, and it was precisely what made this wish possible within the rules.
"My 3rd wish… I want Deathdealing. Askin's power. You can ignore Gift Ball, and Gift Bad." He said softly, making her frown for a moment as she considered the implications of what he was asking for.
Askin's Schrift was a terrifying ability, one that granted him precise control over any and all lethal doses within his range. He could alter the dosage of any substance he ingested or endured, manipulating what constituted a poison and what didn't. This gave him the ability to either grant himself complete immunity to a substance within a single minute, or on the offensive side, lower an opponent's resistance to a substance so drastically that it would kill or incapacitate them outright.
The applications of this were staggering in their scope. Askin could increase the lethal dose of something as common as air, turning the very oxygen his enemy breathed into a deadly poison that would destroy them from the inside out.
After all, too much of anything could become lethal—that was a fundamental truth of the universe. This meant he could increase the lethal dose of an enemy's own blood, turning their own body against them.
He could manipulate the lethal dose of an enemy's own energy, making the very power that flowed through their veins into something that corroded and killed them with every heartbeat. The possibilities were nearly endless.
But the ability didn't stop there. Raising his own lethal dosage in response to an attack also granted Askin a healing factor, a regenerative capability that allowed him to recover from damage he had already suffered.
Beyond that, he developed an immunity to whatever substance or energy-based attack struck him. His immunity acquisition speed was incredibly fast, far beyond what most beings could hope to counter.
Upon receiving an attack, he reflexively analyzed the energy or substance involved and began constructing his immunity at a terrifying speed. As long as he had one minute—just sixty seconds of survival—he could render virtually any attack completely ineffective against him from that point onward.
"I would have to nerf it." She said, to which he nodded without hesitation.
"Yeah, I don't mind. Have its speed reflect my own strength or something." He said with a light smile, making her eyebrow raise as she processed the full picture of what he had been building.
Every single one of his wishes was overpowered in its own right. With just Mahoraga's adaptation alone, he would have become a powerhouse capable of growing endlessly.
Hell, with Mahoraga, he could look at someone stronger than him, sit back, and begin adapting to surpass them without ever lifting a finger. He would adapt endlessly to said person, his body and abilities restructuring themselves to overcome whatever advantage they held. It meant he would barely even need to train in the traditional sense.
"My fourth wish… I want a Reinhard Template. I want to have the power to just ask for any divine protection I need, along with being a genius like him." He said with a smile, his tone casual despite the weight of what he was requesting.
"I don't know about the divine protection part…Whatever, you would be blessed with the ability to get that other-world equivalent of divine protection." She said softly, carefully choosing her words. As she spoke, she realized the young man had forgotten a critical detail—Reinhard couldn't cast magic.
He absorbed mana passively, drawing it in without the ability to release or channel it, and he couldn't expel it either. It was one of the greatest weaknesses tied to an otherwise godlike existence. But she held her tongue as the realization settled in that this particular flaw would actually serve as a good natural debuff, balancing out the overwhelming power of this wish.
Reinhard also carried more weaknesses beyond that. He could only request whichever divine protection he felt he needed in a specific moment, whether it already existed or not. He couldn't simply manifest any ability whatsoever on a whim—there had to be a perceived need driving the request.
And he could not receive divine protections to counter phenomena that neither he nor the consciousness of the world itself was aware of. If neither party knew the threat existed, no protection would come. It was a blind spot that could prove fatal against the right enemy.
"5th wish… I want something like Disaster, King's ability, from Seven Deadly Sins. I want the ability to have my attacks pretty much become a curse, which I can control at will. For example, I can slap someone, and even without any visible damage, there are tiny cell tears, pressure damage, or capillary stress. I want this curse to trigger and be able to make the injury grow worse over time." He said softly.
"Pretty much, a one-hit kill?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, her expression caught somewhere between admiration and disbelief at the ruthlessness of the concept.
"Yup, if I so much as harm someone, even by the smallest amount. That injury increases over time. But this needs to be nerfed… so let's say it needs focus to apply the curse, and the greater the attack, the harder it is to control. But one day, I want to be able to master this to the point that even already existing injuries can suffer from this curse, and distance can be ignored… also, it can do the opposite, like shrinking injuries." He said, looking at her, unsure if this wish would work within the rules of her world.
"It can be done, just know the focus needed for this would be off the charts. But you got what you want," She said lightly, giving a small nod of confirmation.
"My last wish is Iihiko's powers. The powers. The luck, the immunity, omni weapon mastery, and so on, but you can make Irreversible Destruction and Subjective Immunity nerfed." He said, making her frown as she absorbed the sheer scale of what he was asking for with this final wish.
Iihiko was overpowered—absurdly, unreasonably overpowered. Why? Because any attacks or abilities he didn't recognize simply didn't affect him. It wasn't a matter of resistance or endurance. If he didn't acknowledge something as a threat, it couldn't touch him.
Even if an attack theoretically had the power to harm him, the damage he would actually suffer would be reduced to almost nothing. Someone could run a sword clean through his chest, and the injury he sustained would amount to little more than the prick of acupuncture—negligible, meaningless, beneath his notice entirely.
But that was nothing compared to the true terror of his arsenal: Irreversible Destruction. Any damage Iihiko inflicted upon the world could not heal, no matter what methods were employed. Regeneration meant nothing. Divine intervention meant nothing. Even attempting to use reality warping to undo the harm was completely meaningless—what he broke stayed broken, permanently and without exception. But its most deadly effect revealed itself when he defended against an attack.
That which he defended against would become broken in return. It suffered a devastating backlash the moment it met his defense. A fist that struck him would shatter. An ability used against him would become unusable, rendered permanently dysfunctional. And after that destruction took hold, Subjective Immunity would kick in on top of it, meaning he would no longer recognize the attack as something that could harm him at all. From that point forward, he was completely immune to said ability for the rest of the encounter and beyond.
This also meant that anything with a prolonged or continuous effect would lose that effect after touching him once. For example, a spell designed to slow him down would manage to slow him for a single second before it simply stopped working, the effect sliding off him like water as his body refused to acknowledge it any further.
And this wasn't even accounting for his Omni Weapon Mastery. Iihiko could use any object as a weapon, regardless of what it was—be it a pair of glasses, a blade of grass, or even the air itself. To him, anything and everything was a weapon that he could wield with devastating proficiency in battle. There was no such thing as being unarmed in his hands.
Then there was his luck, which existed on a level that defied all logic and probability. Iihiko was the luckiest person in the world, bar none. There was someone like Medaka, who was capable of easily manifesting one-in-a-million chances as though they were certainties. She had guessed the correct combination of a locked door that had a one-in-a-trillion chance of being right, and could pull it off a million times in a row without a single failure.
He was luckier than her.
"How do you want it to be nerfed?" She asked calmly, because of course, she wasn't able to grant such a wish at its full, unrestricted power.