Wish

Luis and his guards stood still, hearts pounding in their chests as the vast voice echoed in their minds.

It was not a sound that filled the air but a gentle yet powerful presence that resonated deep within their consciousness.

"I am very satisfied with your wish," the voice said, its tone calm and measured.

"You may ask for an equivalent wish, equal to this treasure."

Luis's eyes widened in surprise. He had expected nothing more than a slim chance of survival by offering the treasure, but now, the possibility of receiving an equivalent wish from a god was more than he had ever hoped for.

Relief washed over him, melting away the tension that had gripped him for what felt like an eternity.

"Your Highness," Khazak, his loyal guard, spoke up, his voice filled with awe.

"Did you hear that? God has spoken to us! You can make a wish!"

Luis's mind raced, filled with possibilities. Unimaginable power, immortality, wealth, dominion over entire kingdoms—all these tempting desires flashed before his eyes.

With such a wish, he could rule over empires, live forever, and wield power beyond imagination.

But Luis, despite the allure of these grand desires, felt a deep sense of clarity within him. He knew these were not what he truly sought. The wish must be equal in value to the Celestial Flame, the treasure he had offered.

'I can't just ask for immortality,' he thought.

'If I do, it might bring disaster upon me.'

The guards surrounding him remained silent, their eyes fixed on him, filled with hope and anxiety. They trusted him completely, believing that he would choose wisely for the sake of their kingdom and their lives.

Feeling the weight of their trust and the future of his people on his shoulders, Luis made his decision.

Luis knelt before the ancient god, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. The memories of everything he had lost—the destruction of his kingdom, the death of his father, and the horrors unleashed by the Kano Kingdom—were sharp and painful in his mind.

This was his chance, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity granted by the god towering above him. But there was only one thing Luis truly wanted.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady himself. His hands trembled slightly, but he clenched them into fists, willing himself to be strong. The decision was clear, and he would not falter.

"God, I have made my wish,"

Luis began, his voice trembling slightly but growing stronger as he spoke. The massive figure above him remained silent, but Luis could feel the god's immense presence focused entirely on him. The air was thick with tension, as if the entire world were holding its breath, waiting for his next words.

"I wish for the destruction of the Kano Kingdom,"

Luis declared, his voice now firm with unwavering determination.

"Help our Azov Kingdom get revenge for what they have done to us. Protect my people, and let our kingdom rise again."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his conviction. Luis held his breath, waiting anxiously for the god's response.

The silence that followed was overwhelming, stretching out like an eternity. Finally, the god let out a soft, almost relieved sigh. It resonated like distant thunder, echoing across the vast landscape.

'At least he didn't ask for immortality,'

Oliver thought with a slight smile. He had been concerned about what Luis might wish for. Immortality, unlimited power—these were requests he could not fulfill. But revenge and protection? These were within his power.

However, there was one significant problem—Oliver had no idea where the Kano Kingdom was located.

"That wish is something I can do," Oliver's deep voice echoed in the minds of Luis and his guards.

"But I will need you to guide me. I do not know the direction of Kano."

Luis blinked in surprise, staring up at the god's immense figure. The god, who could destroy entire armies with a mere gesture, didn't know where the Kano Kingdom was? It was a strange thought, but Luis quickly gathered his thoughts. There was no time to waste.

Oliver, considering his options, realized that these tiny humans seemed to know the land well. Taking them with him would allow him to learn more about this world as they traveled. It would be easier that way, and he could gather other useful information as well.

With that in mind, Oliver reached into his emergency bag and pulled out a small metal object—a spoon. To him, it was just an ordinary utensil, but in this miniature world, it appeared enormous.

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Below, Luis and his guards were frozen in shock, watching the god pull out what seemed to be a massive weapon.

The gleaming object descended from the sky, stopping about fifty meters beside them. Panic surged through their hearts. Had they somehow angered the god? Was this their end?

The soldiers were paralyzed by fear, unable to speak or move. Even Luis felt a cold sweat trickle down his back as he stared up at the massive object, half-expecting it to come crashing down and crush them all.

But then, the gentle voice filled their minds once again, calm and reassuring, yet undeniably powerful.

"Get on this spoon," the god said.

"You will need to guide me to the Kano Kingdom."

Luis and his guards blinked in confusion. Spoon? The enormous object was just a spoon?

Khazak, the first to grasp the situation, leaned closer to Luis and whispered in astonishment,

"Your Highness, this huge weapon... it's just a spoon! Such a big spoon."

Luis was shocked but quickly snapped out of it.

"Don't waste the god's time! Let's get onto the spoon, fast. If we're slow, it may anger him!"

His voice was urgent, and his men didn't need to be told twice. The soldiers rushed forward, scrambling up the smooth surface of the spoon as quickly as they could manage.

Their fear of angering the god was far greater than their fear of heights.

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Oliver watched the tiny humans climb into his spoon, their movements quick and frantic. From his perspective, they were so small—like ants trying to find their way into a massive bowl.

He couldn't help but find the scene slightly amusing, yet he waited patiently, allowing them to settle in before standing to his full height once again.

Once the tiny figures were safely inside the spoon, Oliver's deep voice rumbled above them.

"Tell me the direction of the Kano Kingdom," he said.

Luis, catching his breath after the climb, tried to answer as clearly as he could.

"Great god, it is 4,000 kilometers to the north."

Oliver nodded thoughtfully. Even the smallest movement from him felt like a tremor to those in the spoon. To him, the distance of 4,000 kilometers was hardly an issue. His strides alone could cover a great deal of ground in a short time.

"4,000 kilometers... for these tiny humans, that's a long journey," Oliver thought to himself.

"But for me, it might only take a few moments."

As he walked, Oliver began to think about the world treasures he had learned about. To these people, world treasures were incredibly powerful, capable of changing entire landscapes.

But Oliver couldn't help but think that the scale was vastly different for him. For these tiny humans, a world treasure might alter 100 meters of terrain, but for him, such changes would likely only affect a few centimeters.

'If I used a world treasure, it could shift entire cities for them,'

Oliver thought, the realization both awe-inspiring and a bit daunting.

As he walked carefully, trying not to jolt the tiny humans in the spoon, he overheard a conversation between Luis and Khazak.

"Your Highness," Khazak said, his voice trembling with awe,

"we might reach the Kano capital in no time. Look at how fast the god walks! Every step he takes causes a tremor in the land!"

Luis leaned closer to Khazak and shouted over the strong wind Oliver's movements created.

"What are you saying, Khazak? I can't hear you because of this wind!"

At that moment, Oliver's voice echoed in their minds once more.

"What are the other extraordinary powers of this era? I have been asleep for a long time."

His tone was curious. If he was going to play the role of a god, he needed to understand this world better.

Luis took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before responding.

"Yes, god," he said respectfully.

"There are other extraordinary powers in this world. Many warriors train their bodies and minds to master them. These warriors are divided into different ranks based on their power."

Luis continued, his voice steady but filled with awe.

"There are four main ranks: Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Diamond Warriors."

"Bronze Warriors can fight against ten ordinary men at once. Silver Warriors are much stronger—they can fight against hundreds and even move hundreds of meters in an instant, though only for a short time."

"Gold Warriors are incredibly powerful," Luis added.

"They can face entire armies of thousands, and they're nearly impossible to capture. But even they can be exhausted and defeated if they're pushed too far. Diamond Warriors, though... they are the strongest of all. Their bodies are like iron, and their skin like copper. Swords and spears can't hurt them. Poisons don't affect them. They can even fly through the sky and live for two hundred years without dying."

Luis finished his explanation, his voice trembling with respect for the powerful warriors of his world. He had told it all in one breath, hoping that the god would be satisfied with his answer.

Oliver was amazed.

"Woah," he muttered to himself, surprised at how different this world was from his own.

"This is a completely different power system than the expanding realm."

For a moment, Oliver marveled at the simplicity of the power system in this miniature world.

In his expanding world, strength depended on talent levels, a complex system that determined one's abilities. But here, it seemed, the power lay in warriors and treasures—a more straightforward hierarchy.

As he walked on, the realization of his power in this world began to sink in. For him, the strongest Diamond Warrior was still incredibly fragile, a mere speck under his enormous presence.

Yet, to these tiny humans, he was a god, capable of unimaginable feats.

Oliver's thoughts continued to wander as he walked, contemplating his newfound role in this tiny world. He had never imagined himself as a god, but now he was beginning to see the potential.

The world treasures, the warriors—everything was within his grasp, and the possibilities were endless.

'Maybe I can use this to my advantage,' Oliver thought, a plan slowly forming in his mind.

'If I gather more world treasures and learn about these warriors, I could dominate both the expanding realm and this miniature world.'

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he considered the power he held. The world was vast, but to him, it was small—where he could explore, learn, and perhaps even dominate.

As the journey continued, the tiny humans in the spoon remained silent, their thoughts weighed down by the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

For Luis, Khazak, and the guards, their fate now rested in the hands of a being they barely understood—an unpredictable god with the power to change their world with a single step.

Oliver, however, felt a strange sense of excitement. The world was his to explore, and with each step, he was one step closer to unlocking its secrets.

'In the expanding realm, personal strength is heavily based on talent. Although this world doesn't have such strong power, maybe i can spread the martial arts of this world in the expanding realm.'

Oliver actually had a dream since he was on earth. He wanted to build an organization of his own that serves him and reaches the pinnacle of the world. Now it seems that it can be realized by using the resources of two worlds.