The world didn't notice Liam.
Every morning, he walked out of his small house, his bag on his back, his head low, and nobody—nobody—ever looked twice. It wasn't like he was bullied or hated. No. It was worse than that.
He was ignored.
Liam was 19. A college student. He lived with his parents, shared a roof with his siblings, passed by people every day in the hallway, in the classroom, on the street…
But he might as well have been a ghost.
He wasn't good at studies. He wasn't good at sports. He didn't make jokes or tell stories. He didn't shine in anything. So the world simply moved on without him.
Even at home, he felt like a mistake in a house full of people. His parents didn't hit him or scream at him. They just sighed. Every test result, every failed grade, every forgotten chore—it always ended with that tired look in their eyes.
"You should learn from your brother," they would say.
"Why can't you be like your sister?"
And Liam would nod. Quietly. He always nodded. He never fought back.
Because… what was the point?
The only time he felt alive was when he was watching anime, lying on his bed in the dark, headphones on, pretending—just for a moment—that he was the hero. That someone needed him. That he had power. Purpose.
His only friend, Adam, had joined a different college. They used to laugh a lot. Game late at night. Talk about dreams. But now? They barely texted. Adam was too busy, too successful, too good-looking.
Liam was... left behind.
And on one evening, when the sky turned orange like it was bleeding, Liam found himself on the rooftop of an empty building.
He wasn't sure how he got there.
His legs had walked him up the stairs while his brain was somewhere else. His heart was tired. His mind felt like a blank screen.
He stood near the edge, looking down. The city was so far away, like a different world. A world that never saw him. A world that wouldn't miss him.
He didn't cry. He had cried too much already.
He didn't scream. He had done that silently for years.
He just stood there… letting the wind push against him.
And then—
"You can't jump. You don't have the guts."
A voice. Calm. Cold. Out of nowhere.
Liam flinched and spun around.
Standing behind him—no, floating—was something out of a dream. Or a nightmare. A blue figure, glowing softly, shaped like a man but with no legs. His eyes were bright white, and his smile was too wide to be human.
Liam's eyes widened in shock. He stumbled back, almost slipping off the edge.
"Woah, woah! Calm down, kid," the figure said, chuckling. "I'm not here to hurt you. If I wanted you dead, you'd already be dust."
Liam just stood there, frozen. His breath was short. His hands shook.
"W-What… are you?" he whispered.
The being floated closer, arms behind his back like a teacher or a monk.
"You can call me… Jin. Think of me as a bored god. A watcher. A trickster. Pick whatever makes you feel safe."
Liam couldn't speak. He couldn't think. His heart was racing like a wild drum.
"I've been watching you, Liam," the Jin said. "You live like a shadow. You breathe, you eat, but you don't live. You're not happy. You have no goal. And I… I find that interesting."
Liam looked at him, confused and scared.
"So," the Jin continued, voice playful, "I'm giving you something humans rarely get—three wishes. And a mission. One you must complete in 50 years.
Dominate the world. Become its king. Rule it all."
Liam blinked. That sentence didn't feel real.
"What…?"
"You heard me." The Jin floated in a slow circle around Liam. "Everything in your life is out of control. So why not take control? Dominate it. Mold it. Change it. Make the world kneel."
Liam's voice cracked when he finally spoke.
"Why me?"
The Jin stopped. He looked Liam in the eyes, and for a moment, the playfulness vanished.
"Because no one gave you a choice. I'm giving you one now."
Liam sat down on the rooftop. The cold cement against his legs grounded him. He stared at the city lights. So far, so distant.
"Three wishes?" he asked.
"Anything. Material or not. But no cheating—no wishing for more wishes. And remember, the more you use your powers, the more they'll grow. Oh, and I'll be giving you a system. Like in those games you love so much."
Liam thought. And for the first time in a long time… he felt something.
Hope?
Fire?
"My first wish..." he said slowly. "Invisibility. Not just physical. Emotional. Mental. I want to disappear when I want to. I've always been invisible anyway."
The Jin smiled.
"Granted."
Liam felt a sudden shift inside him. Like a light switch was flipped deep in his soul.
"Second wish… a perfect body. I want to be 6'1. Strong. Fit. And… yeah. A 9-inch Dick with unlimited stamina ."
"Granted," the Jin said with a smirk. "Confidence upgrade unlocked."
Liam almost laughed. Almost.
"Third wish..." he looked up at the stars. "There's a manga character I once read about. Renji Saito. He was everything I wanted to be. Give me all of his powers."
The Jin paused… then clapped.
"Granted. Your path is now set, King."
Then, his voice dropped. Dark. Heavy. Final.
"But remember, Liam. You have 50 years to dominate this world. If you fail…"
His eyes glowed brighter.
"I'll make you wish you had jumped off this rooftop today."
And with that, the Jin vanished into the wind.
Liam was alone again.
But this time, something had changed.
The wind felt warmer.
The city lights felt closer.
And for the first time in his life…
Liam didn't feel like nothing.
He felt powerful.
Across the world, far from Liam's cold, lonely rooftop
, Adam stood in a room that glittered with perfection. The walls were lined with shiny trophies, gold medals, and framed certificates, each one screaming his name: Adam, the star.
The sunset poured through the window, painting everything in warm, golden light. To anyone else, this room was a dream. To Adam, it was a cage.He was 19, and everyone thought he had it all.
Straight A's. Captain of the football team. A full scholarship to a fancy college. Rich parents who bragged about him at every dinner party. Friends who laughed at his jokes. A girlfriend who used to make his heart race just by smiling. And looks—oh, everyone said he could've been a model.
But nobody saw the truth.
Nobody saw the cracks behind his smile, the ones that grew wider with every sleepless night.In his trembling hands, Adam held a tiny glass bottle. Inside, a clear liquid shimmered, catching the dying light. Cyanide. One sip, and it would all be over.
His heart thumped slowly, like it was too tired to keep going.His mind flickered with memories, like a movie playing too fast. The classroom where he first met her, his girlfriend, her laugh like music. The way their fingers tangled when they held hands, sneaking kisses in the quiet corners of the library. Late nights studying together, whispering dreams about the future. Promises they'd made under starry skies. Love that felt like it could last forever.And then… that awful day.They'd been alone in an empty classroom having sex , stealing a moment, thinking they were safe. They didn't know someone was watching.
A fourth-year student, cruel and sly, with a phone in his hand. He recorded everything—every private word, every touch.
The video never spread, thank God. But the threat of it hung over Adam like a storm cloud. That student, that monster, wouldn't let him forget. Every day, there were messages. Taunts. Laughter that cut like knives.
Fists that found Adam in empty hallways, leaving bruises he hid under long sleeves. The fear was a weight he carried everywhere, crushing him a little more each day.His girlfriend couldn't take it. The whispers, the shame, the constant dread—it broke her.
She left college without a word, vanishing from his life like she'd never existed. Adam stayed, because that's what perfect people do. They keep going. They smile. They pretend.But inside, he was unraveling. Every morning, he woke up scared. Every night, he went to bed hollow. He smiled for his parents, laughed for his friends, but it was all a lie. He was dying, piece by piece, and nobody noticed.Now, here he was, alone in his perfect room, holding a bottle of poison. His fingers shook as he twisted the cap, the soft click louder than it should've been. The liquid sparkled, almost beautiful, promising an end to the pain.He lifted the bottle, his breath shallow, his heart whispering, Just do it!
"You can do better than that."
The voice was calm, smooth, and completely out of place.Adam froze. His eyes widened. He turned, and the bottle slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor.There, hovering in the air, was something impossible.
A figure, glowing soft blue, like a spirit from one of those fantasy books he used to read as a kid. It looked like a man, but its lower half faded into a wispy trail, no legs, no feet. Its eyes burned bright white, and its smile was too wide, too sharp, like a fox who knew too many secrets.Adam screamed, stumbling backward until he hit the floor, scrambling away. "W-What are you?!" he gasped, his voice high and shaky.
The figure chuckled, raising its hands like it was trying to calm a scared puppy. "Whoa, whoa, kid! No need to yell. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help."Adam's chest heaved. He stared, his brain—trained to solve equations and ace exams—spinning in circles.
This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. "Who… what are you?" he stammered.The figure tilted its head, its glow pulsing softly. "You can call me Jin. I'm… let's say I'm a friend from somewhere far away. A helper. And I've picked you, Adam."Adam blinked, his heart still racing.
"Picked me? For what?"
Jin's smile grew, but his eyes stayed sharp, watching Adam like a hawk. "I'm giving you something special. Something most people never get. Three wishes. Anything you want—power, smarts, anything.
And… a mission. A big one. You've got 50 years to finish it."Adam's mouth opened, but no words came out. He glanced at the spilled bottle on the floor, then back at Jin. "A mission?" he whispered. "What kind of mission?"Jin floated closer, his voice dropping low, serious.
"To find something rare. Something I can't get myself. It's called the Wind Lotus, and it's hidden somewhere in this world. Your job is to find it. You've got 50 years. If you don't…" His eyes flashed, bright and cold. "You'll wish you'd never met me."Adam's stomach twisted. This was crazy. A glowing spirit, three wishes, some mysterious treasure? It sounded like a fever dream. He pinched his arm, hard, but Jin was still there, smirking.
"Come on, Adam," Jin said, his tone lighter now, almost teasing. "Don't just sit there. Make your wishes. Or do you want to go back to staring at that bottle, crying in a room full of shiny junk?"The words hit like a slap.
Adam flinched, his eyes darting to the trophies on his shelves. Shiny junk. That's what it all was. Proof of a life that didn't feel like his anymore.
He stood slowly, brushing dust off his jeans, his mind racing."You said… anything?" he asked, his voice quiet but steady.Jin nodded, his smile wide. "Anything."Adam's gaze drifted to the desk across the room. There, sitting among his textbooks and pens, was his black diary.
My first wish… I want whatever I write in that diary to come true."Jin glanced at the diary, his eyes glinting with something like amusement.
"Clever. Granted."A shiver ran through Adam, like a spark igniting in his chest. He felt… different. Like the air around him was alive, waiting for his command.
"Second wish," he said, standing taller. "I want to read minds. To know what people are thinking, whenever I want."Jin's smile widened. "Oh, you're going to have fun with that one. Granted."Another wave of energy pulsed through Adam, sharp and electric.
His head tingled, like a door had opened in his mind.
"Third wish," he said, his voice steady now, almost bold. "I want to change how I look. Any time, any way. I could be a guy, a girl, old, young, tall, short—whatever I want, just by thinking about it."Jin clapped his hands, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Now that's creative. I like you, kid.
Granted."
"Don't forget, Adam. The Wind Lotus. 50 years. And one more thing…" He leaned closer, his glowing eyes locking onto Adam's. "There's someone else out there. Another kid like you. Got three wishes, just like you, but a different mission. You might meet him someday. Might help him. Might not. But don't lose focus. If you fail me…"His eyes flared, bright as lightning. "I'll end you myself."
And just like that, Jin was gone. Vanished, like smoke caught in a breeze.
The room was silent. Too silent. Then—a flicker. A small, glowing screen appeared in the air in front of Adam, floating like something out of a sci-fi movie. Words blinked across it in bright blue letters:System Activated.