1 Chapter 1[My name is Mark Dvan] REBOOT

My name is Mark Dvan, and I am five years old this year. I have a secret power I call "Wish for All." I live in a world unlike any other, a world of swords and magic, where gods visit for leisure and can directly intervene in our affairs. Most of the gods here are considered lower-ranking deities, while the high-ranking ones reside in another realm, inaccessible to us mere mortals.

I first discovered my unique power when I was just three years old. It happened on a fateful night while I was out with my family. A burglar confronted us, holding a knife with menacing intent. In a cruel twist of fate, the thief's path crossed my father's. In an instant, I witnessed the blade plunge into my father's heart.

The dark alley offered no refuge or help, and the assailant seized the opportunity to escape. My mother desperately attempted first aid, but my parents, being commoners, had no knowledge of healing magic. In that bleak moment, it felt like all hope was lost. My father's life was slipping away.

Terrified but determined, I rushed to my father's side. In the depths of my despair, a strange power awakened within me. I wished with all my might, and to my astonishment, the knife wound on my father's chest vanished as if it had never existed. His life was saved, and my mother wept with joy, believing it to be a god's blessing.

Though divine intervention was rare in our world, I dismissed the incident as mere luck, preoccupied with the relief of my father's recovery and the warm embrace of my family.

Fast forward two years, and I was now five. In this time, I gradually discovered more about my extraordinary abilities. They only activated when I sincerely wished for something. For instance, anger alone wouldn't trigger my powers. The deeper emotions and desires within my heart determined the outcome. It was a power born of pure intention.

One day, I witnessed the annual Hero God and Demon competition, a festival that celebrated the peace treaty among the three major races in Clestivieva. Among the competitors was a girl my age, a prodigious sword and magic wielder who effortlessly defeated the adult contestants. Her skills were awe-inspiring, and I couldn't help but wish to possess abilities like hers.

The next morning, I was playing in the garden when I picked up a simple stick. An inexplicable surge of power coursed through me, and I swung the stick with a speed that defied reason. I also found that I could infuse the stick with magic and mimic the sword techniques of the girl I'd admired. It was as if her skills had become my own.

As I looked back on this discovery, I should have noticed that my newfound talents were a result of my wishes. The moment I had longed to be like the girl, my senses sharpened, allowing me to perceive things others couldn't, including the presence of mana particles.

Intrigued and excited, I began experimenting with my powers, making wishes for toys and all the childlike desires I could imagine. It appeared that there were no limits to my wishes. I was living in a world of endless possibilities, and I intended to explore them all.

Now, back to the present. Every five years, a coming-of-age ceremony is held, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I could barely sleep the night before. This ceremony would grant me access to my status window, allowing me to choose my own path, my own job in this world.

In Clestivieva, individuals have the freedom to select their professions, even the prestigious Hero class. However, if you lack the inherent talent, your abilities would forever remain stunted. It was a world where you could pave your own way, but one wrong choice could be your downfall.

Despite the potential for godhood, it was not a path many pursued. Becoming a god or a demon required a mentor and extensive knowledge about their respective races. The quest for knowledge was not for the faint of heart, which deterred most from pursuing such careers.

The choices one made at the coming-of-age ceremony could shape their entire destiny. It was a world of limitless opportunity and perilous pitfalls, and I was about to embark on a journey filled with wonders, mysteries, and countless wishes yet to be fulfilled.