Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

On the night he turned eighteen, a young man stood alone in a vast empty field, fully aware that his miserable existence was finally coming to an end. A life spent as an orphan, with no family, no friends, and nothing but endless suffering, had taught him one cruel truth: If the afterlife did not grant him reincarnation—a chance to gain true power, a chance to become someone meaningful—then his entire existence had been nothing more than a twisted and meaningless joke. Yet there he stood, finally receiving acknowledgment for the first time in his life… And it came from a group of thugs, their dark silhouettes standing beneath the night sky. “Oh… this better be worthy of transmigration.” He muttered with a crazed smile. Those were the final words he ever spoke. CRRRRRACK!!!! The sky split apart with a deafening roar. HONKKKK!!!! Loud, distorted horns echoed from above as massive trucks descended like an apocalyptic storm of steel—rusted metal wrecks twisting and tumbling through the sky. BOOOOM!!! Akasha stood frozen for a brief moment. His wild smile only grew wider, filled with pure and ridiculous excitement, as a colossal truck came crashing straight toward him. KABOOOOOOOOOM!!! --- Before he realized it, Akasha drifted through an endless void. It felt like he had been there for countless eras… or perhaps only a few minutes. But he would never know. In the darkness between one life and the next, time had no meaning. Then, a chime rang out… Followed by the voice of a beautiful woman, breaking the endless silence. DING! [Hello, Akasha!] ..... DING! [Love, are you there?] .... As Akasha floated within the void, a presence slowly awakened. It was ancient beyond comprehension, yet strangely familiar—something deeply connected to the very core of his existence. It was not a system. It was an ancient Spirit. A being that had silently accompanied him throughout his miserable life, unseen and unheard, finally revealing itself as if a curtain had been lifted. And in that moment… Every truth hidden from him was finally revealed. His life on Earth… It was never truly a life. The eighteen years of suffering he endured had all been an elaborate illusion created by a Mother he had never seen, never heard of, and never even known existed. Now, before he was sent into his true transmigration, the Spirit—the one existence connected to his unknown Mother—left him with its final words. [Love… you will be able to choose the type of world you are born into, along with your race and all other basic information you wish to decide.] [You will also receive three divine wishes, capable of granting anything you desire to begin your new life.] [Use them wisely.] [A gift from your benevolent Mother, of course.] And that day marked the beginning… The beginning of Akasha’s rise from the ashes. A broken orphan who smiled even in his final moments would eventually transform into something beyond definition and understanding. A being not created to merely survive… But to conquer. In a universe where gods, demons, and unimaginable horrors wage endless wars across countless fractured realities, Akasha appeared—not as another desperate soul seeking a second chance, but as an existence whose very name caused gods and monsters alike to tremble. --- In the Land of Dreams, a figure knelt upon blood-soaked ground, his voice trembling with absolute terror. “L-Lord D-Dream… I wasn’t trying to sneak into D-Dream L-Land! I swear—” But his words never reached their end. Because in that instant… Akasha’s unseen presence descended. As if he had always been there. It was an overwhelming force, heavy enough to make even the fabric of space itself bend and fracture. Then, from the darkness, his calm yet terrifying voice whispered… “Shhh… just sleep tight…” “And don’t let the bed bugs bite.”