Alex didn't rush. A thousand years of silence had taught him the value of a measured response. He looked at the Supreme Being, his phantom eyes narrowing. "Let's go all or nothing," Alex replied, his mental voice steady despite the overwhelming presence before him. He laid out his demands with the precision of a man who had spent ten centuries dreaming of this exact moment.
First, Alex began, "I wish for the ability to travel a private Omniverse containing all fictional universes—cartoons, games, movies, TV series, and anime—including alternate timelines and fan-created worlds. This Omniverse is completely isolated, and where you may enter or leave it. Whenever I enter a universe, I am seamlessly integrated into its timeline, and all cosmic or higher entities perceive me as a natural part of reality unless I choose otherwise.
Second, I wish to possess the intelligence, knowledge, and memory capacity of Rick Sanchez (C-137), without inheriting his personality, instability, or mental burdens. Additionally, my soul shall possess limitless growth potential and be the strongest in existence, remaining completely hidden from all beings unless I allow it.
Third, I wish for a personal soul-bound space where I can store and retrieve anything, from items to powers. This space will allow me to manipulate my physical form, including changing my age and appearance to adapt to any situation."
The Supreme God chuckled—a sound like tectonic plates shifting in harmony. "Greedy, aren't you? Okay, let's see what can you do." Next second, Alex's soul shook. He could feel everything being granted at once. His mind expanded with the horrifyingly vast calculations of a man who could turn a soda can into a neutrino bomb. His spirit felt anchored by an infinite pocket of potential, and he felt the weight of his soul grow so dense it could crush a sun, yet it remained as silent as the void he had just left. The Supreme God began to fade, the brilliant light of the higher dimensions pulling back like a receding tide. "What will be the 1st world? After that, you have to figure out how to travel between universes."
The void began to swirl with colorful mists, vibrant greens, and the golden hues of stories yet to be told. Alex felt a magnetic tug toward a specific frequency. He closed his eyes, his new mind processing billions of variables per microsecond. He didn't need a map; he could feel the narrative ley lines. He thought of a world where science was a weapon and family was a battlefield—the Smith household. With a smirk that was part-human and part-god, Alex stepped forward. The void shattered, and the smell of ozone and stale beer rushed to meet him. He was no longer just a man; he was the smartest thing in the multiverse.