The Void was silent.
Not the silence of an empty room...
But the silence that existed before creation itself.
A place beyond time.
A place beyond space.
A place where the rules of reality had no meaning.
Countless energies flowed through this endless existence.
Forgotten dreams.
Unwritten stories.
Lost possibilities.
Thoughts that disappeared from the minds of countless beings.
Everything eventually reached here.
The Void.
..........
Until...
A disturbance appeared.
A small ripple spread through the endless emptiness.
Something that should have been impossible happened.
A soul had crossed the boundary of its own universe.
And entered the Void.
..........
"Where... am I?"
A human voice echoed.
The person slowly opened his eyes.
He expected nothing.
After all...
He already knew his life had ended.
But instead of darkness...
He saw infinity.
There was no ground beneath his feet.
Yet he was standing.
There was no air.
Yet he could breathe.
There was no sky.
Yet countless galaxies surrounded him.
Around him floated countless fragments of light.
And inside every fragment...
A different reality existed.
A world of magic.
A world of warriors.
A world where humans possessed impossible abilities.
A world where stories he once considered fiction...
Were reality.
His eyes widened.
"Are these..."
"Other universes?"
..........
Before reaching this place...
He was just an ordinary human.
A person from Earth.
More specifically...
Delhi, India.
His life was not extraordinary.
He was not born with special powers.
He was not a genius destined to change the world.
He was simply someone trying to live.
The crowded streets.
The endless traffic.
The chaos.
The festivals.
The food.
The arguments over small things.
The strange mixture of problems and happiness that made everyday life.
It was normal.
And he loved that normality.
..........
But there was something different about him.
He loved stories.
Anime.
Movies.
Novels.
Fantasy worlds.
Every night, he would explore universes created by human imagination.
Worlds where people could fly.
Where magic existed.
Where ordinary people received impossible opportunities.
Especially stories where someone died and met a mysterious being who granted wishes.
He knew the pattern.
A normal person.
A strange god-like existence.
A few wishes.
Then a journey across different worlds.
It was a common fantasy.
A genre he enjoyed.
But he never believed he would experience it himself.
..........
His own life was much stranger than he ever imagined.
His family carried old stories.
Not stories of fame or wealth...
But stories of forgotten knowledge.
Old traditions.
Ancient writings.
Mysteries passed down through generations.
To outsiders, they were just family stories.
But inside the family, they were treated with respect.
Growing up around such things made him curious about the unknown.
He never accepted everything blindly.
He questioned.
He searched.
He wanted to understand.
..........
His personality became a strange combination.
He respected spirituality.
He admired fierce forms like Mahakala and Kali because they represented facing darkness, destroying negativity, and transformation.
But he also respected the wisdom and balance of Vishnu's forms.
The intelligence of Krishna.
The devotion and strength of Hanuman.
To him...
Power was not simply destruction.
Power was control.
Power was knowing when to fight...
And when not to.
..........
That was also why he liked stories about demons and villains.
Not because he supported evil.
But because he found them interesting.
A villain had a reason.
A monster had a history.
Even darkness had a story.
He believed every existence was shaped by choices.
..........
But his life also had a hidden side.
Because of circumstances, he had come in contact with people living in dangerous circles.
People who existed far away from the normal world.
That experience taught him something important.
Humans were complicated.
Someone could carry darkness and still protect others.
Someone could look dangerous and still have loyalty.
Someone could appear good and still hide selfish desires.
The world was never simply black and white.
..........
But every life has a limit.
Years of stress.
Old health problems.
A harsh environment.
The effects of Delhi's polluted air.
The weight of everything he carried.
Slowly...
His body started failing.
His ending was not a heroic battle.
No final enemy.
No grand sacrifice.
Just an ordinary human reaching the end of his journey.
..........
Or so he thought.
Because his story did not end.
It only changed locations.
..........
"Interesting, isn't it?"
A voice suddenly spoke.
The human froze.
He turned around.
A figure stood there.
No explosion.
No dramatic entrance.
He simply existed.
A dark cloak covered him.
Strange symbols floated around him.
His presence felt impossible.
Not just powerful.
Beyond normal existence.
The human immediately understood.
This was not something ordinary.
"Who... are you?"
The figure looked at him.
"I have many names."
"Some call me a miracle."
"Some call me an impossible existence."
"But for souls who reach the Void..."
"I am the one who gives them a choice."
The figure smiled.
"My name is ROB."
"Random Omnipotent Being."
..........
He stared.
A strange thought appeared.
*Wait...*
*Is this actually happening?*
*Am I seriously inside one of those wish-granting stories?*
For the first time since arriving...
He felt both excitement and uncertainty.
Because knowing the genre...
Did not mean knowing the ending.
ROB looked at him.
"Every soul that reaches my domain receives an opportunity."
"An opportunity to return."
"An opportunity to begin again."
"An opportunity to travel beyond the limits of their universe."
The human looked at the countless worlds around him.
Worlds he had only dreamed about.
Worlds he had only seen in stories.
And now...
They were real.
..........
ROB smiled.
"Before leaving the Void..."
"You can make a wish."
..........
And for the first time...
A normal human from Delhi stood before the endless possibilities of the multiverse.
His real journey was about to begin.