The room was white—blindingly so. Not cold or sterile, but impossibly serene, like a daydream. Ryan stood before two wheels: one massive and ominous, the other smaller but no less important. The larger was labeled "Worlds", a glowing ring with names scrolling and flashing in shifting colors. The smaller wheel was simply marked "Wishes."
God—at least, the being claiming to be God—stood beside Ryan with a twinkle in His eyes and a warm, amused smile. He wore a hoodie and jeans, oddly modern, though His very presence hummed with timeless authority.
"Alright, Ryan," God said, gesturing with a gentle hand. "Step up and spin the first wheel. Let's see where your next adventure begins."
Ryan hesitated, his heart pounding. "Please not Warhammer… Please not Warhammer…" he muttered under his breath, palms sweating as he grabbed the handle and gave it a nervous yank.
The wheel spun.
It whirred and shimmered as hundreds of world names flicked by in a dizzying cascade. Ryan bit his lip, every second stretching like an eternity. It slowed. Slowed more. His stomach dropped.
FAST & FURIOUS
The words lit up in bold chrome letters, revving with engine-like sound effects. From the side, John, his longtime friend who had gone through this strange system a few minutes earlier, let out a whoop of joy.
Ryan… did not.
"C'mon, that world's awesome!" John grinned. "Cars! Parties! Found family! You'll love it."
Ryan's face paled as memories of the franchise surged: massive heists, near-death stunts, cyber terrorists, drug cartels, and secret agents. "It's… it's not exactly safe," he muttered. "They literally took down a nuclear submarine with cars. And didn't Dom drive a car off a cliff and get caught midair by a magnet plane?"
"Sounds fun," God chuckled.
"Sounds dangerous," Ryan replied.
God's smile widened as He pointed to the second wheel. "Well, let's see how many wishes you'll get to survive all that."
Ryan exhaled slowly, stepped forward, and spun the second wheel. This time, the tension was even worse. Each notch felt like a drumbeat on his ribs. It slowed… ticked… and stopped.
VI
"Six?" Ryan asked, squinting at the Roman numeral.
"Six," God confirmed. "You've got some serious negotiating power now."
Ryan glanced up at the divine figure, brows furrowing. "Before I start… can I ask something?"
God nodded.
"Is there a limit to how powerful my wishes can be?"
"Yes," God said gently. "Any power-related wishes will be calibrated to the level of your chosen world. That means no world-breaking powers in a grounded setting like Fast & Furious. But," He added, "that doesn't mean your wishes won't be effective. They'll scale."
Ryan nodded slowly. "And… what about world travel? Like, if I wished to travel between fictional worlds?"
God's brows rose slightly in pleasant surprise. "Clever boy," He murmured. "You found the loophole. I wondered who'd catch it first." He tilted his head. "Yes. You can wish for world travel. The ability will scale with the host world's level. So in Fast & Furious, it might take a bit longer to recharge. But it will work."
Ryan's eyes sparkled as ideas began to form. "Alright. I have my first wish."
God leaned forward, smiling. "Let's hear it."
"I wish for the ability to travel freely between fictional and real worlds, including timelines and alternate versions—so long as I consciously will it."
God gave a pleased whistle. "Nice. You're not just surviving—you're planning. Granted."
A soft warmth coursed through Ryan's chest, settling deep inside like a compass aligning.
"For my second wish," Ryan continued, "I want Rimuru Tempest's Great Sage skill from the Tensura anime."
"Ah, the auto-AI brain system," God said with a wink. "Granted."
"And my third wish—Shizue Izawa's Degenerate skill. The one that lets me combine skills and create new ones."
"You've been doing your homework," God said, chuckling. "Very synergistic. Granted."
"For my fourth…" Ryan hesitated, choosing his words. "I'd like the Demon Lord Seed from Tensura, and the ability to awaken it when I meet the conditions."
"Oho," God chuckled. "Ambitious. Dangerous. I like it. Granted."
"And for my fifth… I want the power to name individuals and empower them—just like Rimuru. I want to build my own family, and give them strength too."
God gave him a long, thoughtful look, then nodded solemnly. "A king in the making. That one is granted as well."
Ryan took a deep breath, knowing the final wish had to be something special.
"My sixth wish," he said slowly, "is to have the ability to learn and cultivate Haki—from One Piece. From scratch. I want to grow it over time."
God burst into hearty laughter. "Abusing the loophole, are we?"
Ryan gave a sheepish grin. "Well… the power scales with the world, right? So I'll start small."
"True," God said with a playful sigh. "Rules are meant to be tested, after all. Granted."
The moment He spoke the word, the floor beneath Ryan's feet trembled. A dark tunnel opened beneath him, pulling him toward his new life.
"Wait! I—!"
Before Ryan could say anything more, he was swallowed by the vortex.
Later, in the Celestial Waiting Room…
God returned to His desk. A mug labeled "Creator's Brew" steamed beside Him. He picked up a slim, glowing tablet and tapped the screen. A file opened: "Ryan Elric. Candidate #3172."
On the screen, a boy—ten years old—slept soundly beneath a canopy of stars, his form beginning to merge with the universe of Fast & Furious. The divine avatar sighed contentedly.
"You did well, kid," He murmured.
From behind Him, a gentle voice spoke up. "He figured it out, didn't he?"
"Better than most," God replied, not turning around. "Didn't wish for omnipotence. Didn't beg for immortality or infinite money. He thought."
"Smart ones always find the loopholes."
God smiled to Himself. "And the kind ones? They ask to share power, not hoard it." He zoomed in on Ryan's resting face. "He'll make waves."
"He'll also make enemies."
God nodded. "Yes. But he'll have family. He'll make them."
Back in the Mortal Plane…
Ryan woke up slowly, the hum of an engine vibrating beneath him. He was in the back seat of a black Dodge Charger, wrapped in a blanket. It was nighttime. Neon lights filtered in through the window, and reggaeton played softly from the dashboard.