As I walked down the street, exhaustion clung to me like a shadow. I was tired—tired of living, tired of grinding day and night like a dog. Every step felt heavier, as if the world itself was pressing down on my back. The only thing keeping me going was anime—my one escape from this dull, miserable reality. I wondered when the next big show was coming out, lost in thought, when suddenly, I heard the roar of an engine. I looked up. A truck sped toward me. For a moment, I froze, then managed a weak smile. "Heh… is that you, Truck kun Instinct kicked in—I jumped out of the way. The truck vanished, leaving only silence. I blinked, heart pounding, then heard a deep metallic rumble above me. I glanced up and saw it. An enormous figure Optimus Prime himself loomed overhead. Before I could even react, everything went black. The last thing I felt was my mind slipping into the void.
I opened my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I was dead. Not in the sense that my body had stopped working—no, this was something far stranger, far emptier. White. Endless, blinding white stretched in every direction, pressing against my mind with an intensity I had never known. There were no edges, no corners, no ground beneath my feet. I couldn't tell up from down. There was only this void, and me, suspended somewhere between existence and nothingness.
I tried to move. My limbs wouldn't respond. I tried to speak, but no sound emerged. A panic rose in my chest, sharp and suffocating, like an iron vice tightening around my ribs. My mind screamed in confusion, in desperation. Was this death? A dream? Some cruel joke? Every instinct I had told me to run, to fight, to escape—but there was nowhere to go, and nothing to grab onto. Just white. Infinite white. And me.
And then I sensed it. A presence, impossibly vast, yet familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. My heart stuttered as the void shifted ever so slightly, and a figure appeared. Shrouded in light so intense that I could barely focus, the figure radiated power that pressed down on me like gravity itself. Calm, absolute, yet terrifyingly human. I wanted to look away, to close my eyes, to retreat—but I couldn't. Something deep within my being forced me to look, and I felt my chest tighten with awe and fear.
"You should know me," the figure said. His voice didn't just echo—it resonated directly in my mind. Clear, commanding, impossibly old, yet patient. "I am God."
The word struck me like a hammer. God. I had thought I knew what that meant, had read the stories, had believed the myths. But this… this was something far beyond my comprehension. The very air—or whatever passed for air in this void—vibrated with the weight of the declaration. I tried to speak, to ask how this could be, what had happened to me, but my body betrayed me. I could not move. I could not utter a sound. All I could do was stare, heart hammering, as he raised his hand.
The void around us seemed to warp and pulse at his command. Then, slowly, impossibly, a massive, glowing disk materialized in front of me. Suspended in the emptiness, it shimmered with a golden radiance that made the entire void appear even brighter. The disk—immense, impossibly vast—was etched with symbols: weapons I could not name, creatures of impossible forms, runes that twisted as if alive, mystical skills that seemed to radiate their own intelligence, and even marks that felt sinister, dangerous, cursed. The Wheel of Truth.
"Every soul that dies by the hand of fate," God said, his voice calm yet overwhelming, "is given one chance—one spin of the Wheel of Truth. It decides your race, your powers, your destiny. Luck determines everything."
I could feel the magnitude of his words in my chest, in my bones, in the very fiber of my soul. One spin. One chance. Everything I had been, everything I could be, everything I would become—all determined by a single motion of this wheel.
"This wheel," he continued, "holds the potential of countless lives. Whatever it lands on will become your new reality. One spin. No rerolls. No second chances."
I stared at it, unable to tear my eyes away. Each symbol shimmered, some golden, some silver, some burning red, each representing a possibility, a path, a future I could never imagine. I could feel them tugging at me, whispering, promising, threatening. My mind reeled, my chest ached with anticipation and terror. Could I survive this? Could I live with the choice of fate made entirely by chance?
The Wheel hovered silently for a moment, almost contemplative, and I felt my pulse spike. Then, with a subtle motion of God's hand, the disk shivered. Symbols flickered to life, light dancing across its surface as if the Wheel itself were waking from slumber.
"Now," God said, his voice calm yet resonant, "let fate decide your path."
The void vibrated. A low hum filled the space, growing louder with every passing second. The symbols began to blur, spinning slowly at first, then faster and faster. Weapons, races, mystical skills, and unknown shapes streaked across the Wheel in a storm of gold, silver, and crimson. I felt as though I could fall into it, be swallowed by the possibilities. My stomach twisted, a mixture of exhilaration and fear crawling over my nerves. Every life I had ever dreamed of—or feared—was spinning before me.
And then—suddenly—the Wheel began to flash.
Light erupted in irregular pulses, bursting outward and illuminating the void in ways that made it almost painful to look directly at it. Each flash revealed glimpses of shapes, forms, and scenes: a bow glinting with divine energy, a figure with glowing eyes standing atop a mountain of fire, runes that pulsed with raw power, landscapes that seemed alive with energy, and creatures that I could barely comprehend. Each flash made my heart leap, then sink with the possibilities I could not grasp.
God's voice cut through the chaos, steady, unwavering:
"Do not look away. What you see now… is everything you could become. But beware—luck cuts both ways."
The flashes accelerated, faster and faster, until I could no longer distinguish one image from the next. Shapes and lights merged into a swirling storm of potential. A bow glimmered for a heartbeat, then vanished. Eyes, creatures, weapons, curses, mystical energies—all collided in a torrent of divine possibility. My chest heaved. I was trembling, but I could not look away. I was both terrified and enthralled, suspended in a liminal space between hope and despair.
The storm began to slow. Symbols that had been blurs now lingered, teasing me with hints. A bow—long, elegant, glowing faintly golden—spun into view for a heartbeat, and I felt my heart seize. The energy coming from it called to me, drawing something primal from deep inside. I felt a pull, magnetic and terrifying, as if my soul recognized it before my mind could.
Next, a figure appeared. Ethereal. Graceful. Pointed ears, eyes glimmering like sunlight on water. My chest constricted. My breath caught. An elf…? The form seemed impossibly perfect, ancient yet vibrant, radiating power and elegance. My own body seemed to stir at the thought, the Wheel showing me a path I could already feel forming inside me.
Then, something unique—a swirling spiral unlike any other symbol—flashed across the Wheel. Words formed in glowing script for a heartbeat:
"Luck of the Infinite Paths"
I gasped, a mixture of awe and terror ripping through me. A blessing? A power? The Wheel's energy surged toward me, lancing into my chest and making my entire being tingle with raw, almost unbearable intensity. My mind was flooded with possibilities, the weight of potential crashing down like a tidal wave.
God's voice echoed once more, calm and resonant:
"These glimpses… are only hints. Your full destiny, your powers, and your path will be revealed when the Wheel stops. Prepare yourself—your life begins now."
The Wheel slowed further, each rotation deliberate, teasing me with glimpses of my future. I felt my soul trembling. I felt my heart racing. I felt my body responding even before the transformation began. Every beat of my heart, every breath, every thought was magnified a thousandfold. I was alive in a way I had never known. I was more than alive. I was being rewritten.
And then… it stopped.
The flashes froze. One path of light shot from the disk, straight to me, filling my vision. Symbols solidified, revealing the truth of my rebirth.
Race: High Elf – ancient, graceful, attuned to natural and magical energies. Pointed ears, eyes shimmering like sunlight on water, a form both elegant and powerful.
Weapon: Aetherbow "Luminaris" – forged from condensed starlight, capable of forming arrows from raw mana and emotion. Each shot shaped by intent, each arrow a reflection of the soul.
Blessing: Description: Allows the wielder to manipulate raw magical energy in the environment, drawing it into constructs, spells, or weapons at will. It enhances all elemental magic and allows creation of new spells spontaneously. The magic responds to the wielder's intent, making even improvisation extremely powerful.
Limits: The more complex the magic, the more it strains the body and mind. Overuse can cause temporary magical feedback, leaving the user vulnerable.
The Wheel's energy surged into me. My body stretched, reshaped, solidified into that of an elf. My mind expanded, senses sharpened, power thrummed through every fiber of my being. My soul screamed in joy, fear, and anticipation.
God's voice came one last time before fading:
"Your life begins… 3,000 years before the world you once knew. Have fun make
The void shattered. Light, energy, and reality twisted around me, and then… I was gone.
My new life had begun.