The void returned.
Endless. Silent. Familiar.
I stood in nothingness—yet I wasn't alone.
A presence shimmered before me, coalescing into form. Not an orb this time… but a girl.
Silver hair cascaded down her back like liquid starlight, her eyes glowing faintly with something far older than the universe itself. She looked human—beautiful, almost gentle—but the sheer weight of her existence pressed against reality itself.
A god.
"I was wondering when you'd notice," she said lightly.
I crossed my arms, studying her.
"You already reincarnated me. So why am I here?"
She smiled, almost playfully.
"We'll meet like this every one hundred years. Think of it as… a celebration."
She tilted her head slightly.
"Your birthday."
I blinked.
"…You're serious."
"I am."
She clasped her hands behind her back, stepping closer.
"And since it's a celebration, I'll give you a gift."
A ripple passed through the void.
Reality twisted—
And a massive wheel appeared.
It stretched infinitely, filled with names, symbols, artifacts, powers—countless universes etched into its surface. It spun slowly at first, then faster, faster, until the inscriptions blurred into streaks of light.
"You spin," she said. "And you receive something random. A power. An ability. Or an item."
I raised an eyebrow.
"So I could get one ability… or a single magical artifact?"
She nodded.
"Exactly."
I smirked.
"…I like this already."
I stepped forward and spun the wheel.
It roared to life.
Worlds flashed past—
Ninja, wizards, gods, monsters—
Endless possibilities.
Then—
It slowed.
Black Clover
My eyes sharpened.
"…Not bad."
The wheel didn't stop.
It shifted again.
A second layer.
A second choice.
This time… it landed on a grimoire.
My pulse quickened.
It spun again.
Slower.
Slower.
Then stopped.
Julius Novachrono's Coverless Grimoire
Silence filled the void.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
Amelia—no, the being I had named Amelia—laughed softly.
"It seems luck favors you."
Luck?
No.
This was absurd.
Time magic.
Not just any time magic—
One of the most powerful versions I could have possibly gained.
I felt it immediately.
Knowledge flooded into me—not overwhelming like before, but precise, controlled. Elegant.
Time wasn't just something I manipulated anymore.
It was something I could command.
Store it. Accelerate it. Reverse it. Age things into dust or rewind them into existence.
And unlike my previous ability—
This one didn't rely on a reset point.
I exhaled slowly.
"…This changes everything."
Amelia watched me with quiet amusement.
"I thought you'd like it."
I looked at her again—really looked this time.
"You're not just doing this out of boredom, are you?"
She didn't answer directly.
She just smiled.
"Come on," she said instead. "It's your birthday."
The void shifted.
A table appeared.
A cake followed—perfectly crafted, decorated with soft silver light.
Utensils, plates, chairs… all forming out of nothing.
I stared at it for a moment.
Then back at her.
"…You made this?"
She nodded proudly.
"I wanted to try something new."
I huffed a quiet laugh despite myself.
"…You're a strange god."
"And you're a very interesting mortal," she replied instantly.
We sat.
For a while…
There was no war.
No Merlin.
No prison.
Just… quiet.
We talked.
About nothing.
About everything.
Time passed strangely in the void—minutes, hours, maybe even a full day. It didn't matter.
For the first time in nearly a century…
I wasn't alone.
Eventually, the void began to fade.
"Time to go," Amelia said softly.
I stood.
"…Same time in a hundred years?"
She smiled.
"I'll be here."
Everything dissolved.
Darkness.
Then—
My castle.
My room.
My bed.
I exhaled and let myself fall back onto it.
The weight of everything—the war, the prison, the centuries—felt… lighter.
My eyes closed.
And for once—
I slept.
Dreaming…
Of silver light…
And time itself bending in my hands.