“I wish the world got infested by zombies.” “I wish I got reincarnated in a magical world.” “If only I had the power to turn back time.”

Everyone has such fleeting, desperate thoughts. He once did too—fearful, longing to escape, whispering wishes into the dark. But not today. In a dim room, before the flow of time itself, stood a weak, aging mortal with a single desire: to transcend, to break the limits. And somehow, impossibly, he had done it. He had created something that could grant him more time to fulfill his wish. As his finger hovered over the final key, a voice cut through the silence.

“Genius.”

A small, round figure appeared on the screen. “You want to surpass humanity, don’t you? I saw it in your memoirs. So why turn time back? Change the world instead—into a place where the strong split mountains, where one human can erase a planet, where nuclear arsenals can’t scratch you, where immortality is a goal. For what you’ve created… it’s possible.”