Gicon_Maloto

First of all english is my second language, so maybe it will be hard for you to understand the point that I'm trying to view in the story.

NOTE, that I don't own any of the characters in this story except for the MC and other new characters that I will put in to make the story interesting for my part.

You can give me Idea's on the comments on how to improve my writing, as well as suggestions to make the story more interesting.

Synopsis:
    Our MC was an ordinary guy, who like anybody else may consider normal with otaku tendencies. On the day that he was about to graduate from his hell of a college life there "truck-kun" came and show his formidable ability. When our MC woke up he was in a beach house where there he met the great ROB, who then gave him the chance to reincarnate and enjoy his life for a second time.

P.S.
this is my first try on the story and the upload maybe inconsistent due to various reasons that may arise.

In fast with wishes

John blinked slowly, his vision adjusting to the dim ceiling above. It was unfamiliar—plain, white, with a single crack running diagonally across it. As he inhaled deeply, the scent of musty furniture and distant city air told him he wasn't in the void anymore.

He stirred slightly, then sat up, still groggy, his mind replaying fragments of the final conversation he'd had with... God.

"…Guess I didn't dream all that," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

His instincts kicked in. Haki. He reached out with it, his observation sweeping the room. A modest apartment—one bedroom, one living space, a tiny kitchen. His senses pinged on a small table near the window, where a folder sat with his name neatly printed on it.

Curious, he stood, stretched his ten-year-old limbs—more agile, leaner, and undeniably stronger than they should be. A side effect of the "modifications" God had mentioned.

"Hey there, kid—God here."

I hope you enjoy your new life. Don't worry too much about your mother; she'll be safe and far away from harm. Consider it my last gift to you.

Now, you're in the body of your ten-year-old self—but better looking, thanks to your modifications. This apartment is in your name. Your backstory? You're a poor orphan. The IRS took your inheritance in taxes, and this small apartment was the only thing left.

If I were you, I'd start making money before the canon of the movie starts. You've got ten years. Use your time wisely, and don't forget—you still have your wishes. Use them smartly.

P.S. Don't worry about anything except your life and the family you'll one day build. Make your future family the most important part of your world. And about naming others: that only works once their loyalty hits 80%—once that happens, they'll never betray you.

Good luck, kid. Enjoy this world.

John smirked, amused, until something strange happened. Another sheet of paper appeared behind the first. It hadn't been there before.

"Yo, John. Freyja here—God's overly competent secretary."

Listen, I have a feeling the old man left out some pretty key details about the world you're in now. So, I'm stepping in to give you a proper heads-up.

This new world of yours? It's an unholy mash-up. You've got 007, Kingsman, Mission Impossible, and The Family Man all thrown into one stew. And because God's apparently a sitcom fan, he added comedic twists from different sitcom universes to 'spice things up.' His words, not mine.

But don't panic. You're special—way out of this world's power scale. That said, don't get too comfy. Plenty of groups out there will come knocking. Ever heard of The Continental? Yeah, you're on their radar. Also, The Golden Circle, Cypher, and especially Eteon. Don't sleep on them.

Final tip: You've got another gift coming once you awaken your True Demon Lord form. But chill. If you rush into it, well... let's just say we'd rather not have a genocidal ten-year-old running around.

Stay sharp, John. The game's begun.

John set the letter down and grinned.

Ten years before the world truly starts spinning. Ten years before Dominic Toretto, cyber warfare, world-ending missions, and underground tech syndicates start making noise.

He looked around the apartment again, saw the cracked tiles and the flickering lightbulb overhead—and yet, he felt a thrill in his chest.

"A world of espionage, guns, family, and chaos, huh? Sounds like fun."

He yawned, body still adjusting to his new form, and flopped back onto the creaky bed.

"Tomorrow… I'll start tomorrow."

Waking UP and a Letter