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Welcome to the Reincarnation Station. Please state your name, a robotic voice said to a white blob.

"James Richards," the blob replied as it was scanned.

Scanning… Sorry, sir. You were not found in the system. Contacting Administrator, the robotic voice stated.

"Huh?" James asked, confused.

Transferring to Administrator's sector. Next.

Before James could respond, he vanished.

When he reappeared, he found himself standing in front of a massive desk. Behind it sat a towering being resembling a white version of Alien X, with countless black galaxies—or were they black holes?—swirling within its form.

"Where is this?" James asked, glancing around in confusion.

He turned to face the being, but after everything he'd experienced in the last hour or so, he felt no surprise at all.

"Huh?... I never thought a mortal could look at me without fear or shock," the being said in a surprisingly gentle, elderly voice.

"Well, it'd be weird if I were surprised. I mean, just a while ago, I watched a giant hand holding a pen stab me to death," James replied, his tone unnervingly calm.

"Ah… About that. I apologize," the being admitted sheepishly. "You see, I had this idea to modernize reincarnation since using the Book of Life and Death is getting a little... outdated. But in the process, I may or may not have erased you from it. Hence, your death."

"No worries. It's not like I can do anything about it. And judging by my presence here, I assume you can't do anything about it either, right?" James asked, already accepting his situation.

"Not exactly. I can bring you back to life in an instant, but that would break the rules and disrupt the balance of your universe," the being explained.

"I understand. So, what happens now?" James asked.

"As compensation, I’ll reincarnate you into a universe that will accept your presence. And no, you don’t get any abilities," the being added, as if reading James' mind.

"Why not? You literally just killed me."

"I did, but I’m also granting you a new life. That should even things out, right?"

"Oh, hell no. A new life means I have to deal with being born again—childhood, people, responsibilities… And who's to say I’ll even be reborn as a human?"

"I can guarantee you’ll be human. But since I doubt this conversation will end anytime soon..."

Sigh.

"I’ll grant you one compensation. Think of it as a wish—but be wise and extremely specific," the being said, looking at James as if it wanted nothing more than to strangle him.

"One wish, huh?"

"Yes, just one. Make it count."

James immediately started sifting through the countless ideas he’d come up with for situations like this. As someone who enjoyed comics, light novels, and fanfiction, having a few wish scenarios ready wasn’t unusual.

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But this time was different. Now, he actually had the means to make one real.

After careful thought, he grinned.

"I’ve got it. I want my own resource dimension—a space pocket containing an infinite supply of resources like gold, iron, seeds, and so on. Whenever I reach in to grab a material, I get a detailed explanation of what it is and what it can do," James said in one breath, his excitement evident.

"Hmmm… A smart choice. But isn’t that a foolish wish? What if you’re reborn on a dangerous or underdeveloped planet where you can’t even process some of those resources?" the Administrator asked.

"Then I’ll deal with it when the time comes. I could wish for superpowers, but that would only be useful depending on the universe I end up in. Imagine I wish to be Superman but get reborn in a world just like my old one. I'd have to watch my family and friends die while I stay immortal," James explained.

Wishing for superpowers was a gamble—especially if he landed in a universe where physics worked just like his old one.

Super speed? Useless without protection from friction.

Super strength? Unless he became a firefighter, what practical use did that have? And even then, it didn’t guarantee durability.

Enhanced intellect? Nice in theory, but without equally creative minds around him, he'd just be lonely.

But a resource dimension? That guaranteed infinite wealth—something that could actually be used to achieve anything.

"I can’t argue with that logic," the Administrator admitted. "But wishing for genetic perfection was also an option. You could be the pinnacle of your race."

"Yeah… No thanks. Being the best of my race also means it’d be my duty to advance them further than ever before."

"Though, that’s assuming I’m reborn in a normal universe. If I end up in DC or The Invincible Universe, my race matters a lot more. And since you already said I’ll be human, I’m not interested. I can achieve genetic perfection if necessary."

"You really have everything thought out."

"I try. And besides, a resource dimension guarantees infinite wealth, which means I can buy or build whatever I need."

"Hmm… Even though I already know how your journey ends, I’d like to see how you get there," the Administrator mused. "Very well. Your wish shall be granted. But don’t forget to visit when you become strong enough—I may have a position for you."

"Sure. Until then," James said with a wide grin as he faded out of existence.

"Infinite resources, huh? Haven’t heard that one before," the Administrator muttered, chuckling as he returned to his work.

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UNKNOWN UNIVERSE, MILKY WAY GALAXY, PLANET EARTH.

UNKNOWN LOCATION.

Several groups of people entered a small house, their hands full of gifts and their faces alight with smiles. The house itself was nothing remarkable, but at that moment, the atmosphere was filled with warmth, laughter, and joy.

In a small, crowded room, guests gathered around a crib at the center.

James had been born just a few days ago. He had no idea where he was or which family he’d been born into, but he did know one thing—his new family was big. At least, that’s what he gathered from the sheer number of faces he’d seen.

Some people were there to see him. Others were clearly just there for refreshments—he doubted they all came just for him. The beer bottles in some of their hands told him as much.

"Oh, come here! Who’s a big boy?" an elderly man cooed, carefully lifting James from his crib.

"Look at his eyes—he’s got his father’s eyes," the man said fondly.

"Please don’t mention that idiot’s name here," an elderly woman snapped from somewhere nearby.

Hearing her voice, James instinctively turned his tiny head, weakly wriggling in the old man's arms to see her.

"You can’t deny it. The man was a fool, but his kid does have his eyes," the man chuckled. "Oh, look at my big boy." He hugged James tightly, pressing his face against him.

James had no idea what was going on, but from what he was hearing, his father was probably a douchebag, and these two were likely his grandparents.

His eyesight was too blurry to make out their faces, but he could tell when someone was older. For example, he could definitely make out the shape of a beer bottle in someone's hand nearby.

"Put the baby down. He needs rest. Go check on your daughter—she’s been asleep ever since she got back from the hospital," his grandmother said.

James felt himself being handed off.

The moment he entered this person’s arms, he felt an overwhelming sense of security. Like an army stood ready to protect him.

It felt weird, but even an idiot like him could tell—this was a direct family member. Not an aunt or cousin. No, this was either his mother or grandmother.

The wrinkles he could faintly feel against his skin confirmed it—it was definitely Grandma.

And from the way he immediately melted into her embrace, he could tell just how experienced she was.

Mental note: always stay with Grandma. It helps with…

Yawn.

James snuggled closer.

And just like that, everything went black.