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All additional concepts —including the Essence of the Granted Desire, the dimensional shop, the castle and any narrative expansion— are original elements created for this story.
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'The Wakfu is the fundamental energy of the Krosmoz, the vital and creative force that flows through everything that exists. This energy was born from the balance between the Great Dragon, which represents raw energy and creative power, and the Great Eliatrope, which embodies consciousness, order and harmony.
From the union of both arose the flow that allows worlds to exist, evolve and transform. This flow is Wakfu: the essence that sustains life, movement and creation throughout the universe.'
Walking with the book in his hands, turning a few pages, Jhon finished reading mentally while humming.
He closed the book after a few more pages. Even so, he couldn't even finish reading everything about the world of Wakfu due to the huge amount of information. So he tossed it backwards and automatically the book floated in the air, heading towards its place on the shelf it belonged to. He would read it carefully later.
'So that would make me a demigod?', he wondered internally while frowning. Taking into account what he read, he came to that conclusion.
Yugo, as an Eliatrope, creation of the Great Eliatrope, could be considered a demigod, or with potential to be one.
But Jhon was different. He could not only become a demigod; if he trained and had enough time, he could be a God. It wouldn't be a big deal compared to multiversal entities from other cosmologies, but it was enough.
'Step by step', Jhon told himself mentally, not wanting arrogance to go to his head, aware of the difference between a possible future and the present.
However, a small part of him was afraid to close his eyes and wake up again at his house. What would he do if that happened? Would he keep living normally? Jhon didn't know.
But the other big part of him didn't care.
So what if it was like that? If it wasn't, he could be regretting something over which he had power. If it was, he would still enjoy his normal life.
So having talked to Yugo gave him a breath of fresh air. Meeting one of the first characters he saw in his previous life, talking to him, helping him... all that made him rethink how real what he was living was.
He was living his dream in the flesh.
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One minute later.
Jhon arrived at the suits compartment. He slowly and carefully removed the one he was wearing and placed it in its space. These suits, unlike the one he originally had, were always clean. So he could use them at any time.
Finishing taking off all the clothing he had on, his mind imagined a training outfit. The dimension, taking into account what he had in mind, created it.
That was the positive side of being able to "create" whatever he imagined, as long as it was within the frames of the essence and not for attacking.
Honestly, Jhon was getting used to that reality manipulation, even if limited. He knew he would feel uncomfortable once he left the dimension into a world and didn't have that power.
Finishing putting on the sweatpants along with a tight shirt to his body, which made his musculature stand out, Jhon stretched lightly while yawning.
'Mm, I could go see the girl who is being born... meh, better train first', Jhon thought, discarding going to the forest to see her, impatient to use his powers.
The essence provided him with unlimited potential, plus a terrifying genius that would make other geniuses pale, but he didn't know how that was quantified.
Opening the training door, he contemplated the immense... white room.
"..."
Yes, when he checked if the two forms connected correctly, he noticed once again that there were no voluptuous angels training in the dimension.
Again he expected too much. Jhon only had one thought: Can't a man fulfill all his fantasies?
Joking aside, Jhon entered the training room with seriousness on his face.
Click.
The door closed, leaving Jhon inside in the white immensity.
'I guess I'll never get used to this silence', he thought.
Then, determined to train to the bone, he closed his eyes and clapped.
"Pah."
The clap finally made a sound in the stillness of the room, but the next second...
BOOM.
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[Point of view - Jhon]
The floor vibrated under my feet as if the world woke up all of a sudden. A wave of blue light ran across the ground, climbing the smooth walls, expanding like giant veins.
I felt the wakfu ignite in my chest.
It was warm, like burning water, but also light... electric. It moved through my arms and legs as if it wanted to run before me. Each beat made it shine brighter inside my skin.
"Let's go."
Huge pillars burst from the ground without warning.
White rocks rose like living towers, some dangerously close. One grazed my shoulder and the rough sensation of the stone made me open my eyes fully.
Gravity changed in a snap.
"Ghh—"
My body weighed double, the muscles in my legs burned, my lungs tightened... and still I smiled.
In front of me, floating steps began to form, spinning slowly like pieces of a disordered clock. Each one glowed with a celestial edge.
And then the first spheres appeared.
Fiu.
One passed by my side.
Two more headed straight for my head.
I rolled to one side, feeling the air cut my cheek, and when I got up...
Three silhouettes of light materialized.
They didn't speak.
They simply lunged at me.
The first came with a direct blow. I could hear the air break before seeing it.
"Shit", I cursed seeing it so close.
I raised my forearm, deflected the attack and felt the vibration through my bones.
The second appeared in my blind spot; I ducked, letting it pass over my back.
The third tried to grab my ankles. I jumped over it and landed on a floating step that moved under my feet.
Whoa—!
The step spun sharply, but my body reacted on its own.
The wakfu swirled in my abdomen, hot and eager.
And I disappeared.
The portal opened an instant before my body crossed it. It looked like an oval of liquid glass with sharp edges of blue wakfu, undulating rapidly. Inside, the light spun in a deep, bottomless spiral.
I came out through another portal on the side of a silhouette.
I felt the cold air of the dimensional jump hit my face.
My fist was already moving.
Impact.
The figure dissolved like bright smoke.
Another sphere launched toward me with a high-pitched whistle.
Fiiiuuuu—
I opened another portal under my feet and fell through it.
The feeling was always the same:
A pull in the navel.
A vibration in the back.
The wakfu running like a wild river through my veins.
And a final snap when I came out the other side.
I appeared at the top of a pillar.
The artificial wind of the room hit my face.
I had no time to breathe; three spheres were coming toward me like comets.
"¡Tch!"
I jumped, touched the edge of the pillar and propelled myself upward. My body fell onto a floating step, and immediately gravity increased once more.
"Ghr— heavy..."
But my body adapted faster than my complaint.
The silhouettes reappeared below.
The spheres surrounded me again.
The steps spun at different speeds.
And I... I felt alive.
I threw a portal far away, a huge one, spinning, its surface undulating like tides of blue light. Another appeared behind me.
I jumped inside.
I felt the world stretch.
I felt the wakfu burst in my chest.
I felt my heart beat in time with that wild energy.
And I came out right above a silhouette, falling with a spin that crushed its luminous form against the floor.
"One less."
I caught the last sphere with my hand.
The vibrant heat of the wakfu enveloped my fingers.
The sphere trembled.
Crack
It broke.
I fixed my gaze forward, toward all the chaos I had created: pillars, platforms, spheres, regenerating silhouettes.
My sweatshirt was stuck to my torso by sweat; the fabric marked every tensed fiber, every deep breath I took.
Then I felt something above and looked up, which made my skin crawl completely.
"¡HAHAHA, LET'S GO AGAIN!" I shouted laughing with a crazed smile while opening my arms and launching myself like a cannonball toward the damn meteorite that had formed above me, for the first time knowing another facet of myself.
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1 hour before Jhon discovered he was a battle maniac.
Yugo left the shop.
The door closed behind him with a soft click. The flash of light that had enveloped him faded, and the Eliatrope child blinked several times, adjusting his sight to the normal light of the village.
The first thing he saw was his group, all gathered around a familiar figure who was standing, completely recovered.
"Dad?" Yugo whispered, not quite believing it.
His father turned upon hearing his voice. He no longer had white hair or wrinkled skin. It was him again. Young, strong, healthy.
"¡Yugo!" Yugo's father opened his arms with a huge smile.
"¡DAD!"
Yugo ran like a lightning bolt, tears already welling up in his eyes. He threw himself against his father, who caught him in the air and hugged him tightly against his chest.
"I thought... I thought something bad was going to happen to you..." Yugo sobbed against his father's chest, clinging to his shirt as if afraid he would disappear if he let go. "You were so old, and... and you couldn't move, and..."
"Shh, it's okay, champ. I'm fine. Completely fine." His father stroked his head, his own voice breaking a little with emotion.
"¡Yugo!"
Evangelyne was the first to react, walking quickly toward him with an expression between relieved and annoyed. "What the hell were you thinking? ¡You went into that strange shop alone without knowing what was inside!"
"¡You left your father here lying while you went who knows where!" Ruel added, crossing his arms but with visible relief on his wrinkled face.
"I... I just..." Yugo wiped his tears with the back of his hand, still in his father's arms. "I wanted to save him..."
Amalia approached with a soft expression, placing a hand on Yugo's shoulder. "We understand, Yugo. But you scared us. We tried to enter but the door wouldn't open."
"¡Yes!" Tristepin intervened, pointing at the shop indignantly. "¡I tried to knock down that damn door and it didn't even move! It's like if..."
He stopped abruptly.
Everyone turned to where the shop had been.
It was gone.
Only the empty space between two village houses remained, as if it had never existed.
"What...?" Evangelyne narrowed her eyes, walking toward the spot. She touched the wall of the neighboring house, looking for any trace. "It was here a second ago."
"Strange magic..." Ruel muttered, scratching his beard suspiciously. "Very strange."
Yugo's father gently lowered his son to the ground, but kept a hand on his shoulder. "Yugo, son, what happened in there? What was in that shop?"
Everyone turned to Yugo, expectant.
The Eliatrope child scratched his head, trying to find the right words. "Well... there was a man. He wore strange clothes, like... like those elegant suits that nobles wear in big cities, but black. And the shop..." His eyes lit up remembering. "¡It was incredible! It had shelves up to the sky, things floating everywhere, giant lamps..."
"And that man?" Evangelyne pressed while frowning, her guardian instincts tingling. "¿What did he want? ¿Did he do anything to you?"
"No, no." Yugo shook his head quickly. "He was... mysterious, yes. But he was a good person. He helped me, he granted me a wish."
"He helped you?" Ruel raised an eyebrow. "¿And what did he want in return? Nobody gives anything for free, kid."
Yugo smiled innocently. "He just asked me for a favor."
"¿A FAVOR?" Ruel almost shouted, his eyes widening like saucers. "¿Just a favor for... for whatever he did?"
"Yes, I also thought it was very little, so I offered him two favors instead of one." Yugo nodded proudly. "And I also became his friend."
There was silence.
Then Ruel brought his hands to his head, groaning. "Kid... do you have any idea what a bargain that was?"
"Bargain?" Tristepin blinked confused.
"¡Yes, bargain!" Ruel's eyes literally turned into shining gold coins for a moment. 'A guy who can make shops appear and disappear, who can cure magical aging... and only asks for a favor...'
He thought internally, already calculating how much richer he could become if he found that guy again. '¡I could ask him for a mountain of kamas! ¡Or better yet, for him to tell me where the lost treasures are!'
Amalia, on the other hand, had a dreamy expression. Her green eyes shone with hope. "A man who grants wishes..." She murmured to herself. 'I could ask him to convince my father to leave me alone. Not to force me to marry that idiot prince I don't even know. To let me choose my own path...' She pressed her hands against her chest, feeling her heart race at the possibility.
Evangelyne frowned, crossing her arms. Her mind worked differently from the two dreamers beside her. 'Someone with that kind of power... friend or foe?' She thought, feeling a mix of curiosity and caution. 'He could be useful to the brotherhood... or a threat.' 'Yugo is too innocent to think about the magnitude of that.'
Tristepin scratched his head, looking confused by all the excitement. "I don't understand what's so special about asking for favors. I do favors all the time."
"You're an idiot, Tristepin." A sharp voice came from the sheathed sword on his back.
"¡Shut up, Rubilax!" Tristepin hit the hilt.
But inside the sword, the demon Rubilax smiled to himself. 'A being capable of granting wishes... interesting. Very interesting.' His thoughts were dark. 'If I could make a deal with him... I could free myself from this prison. Or at least become strong enough to break it myself. I need to find that man.'
Amalia suddenly stepped forward, her eyes shining with curiosity. "¡Yugo! That man... did he tell you his name?"
Yugo's eyes lit up like stars. "¡Yes! ¡He has an awesome name! I don't know what it means, but it sounds really cool."
Everyone leaned forward in unison, even Ruel stopped counting imaginary kamas.
"What is it?" They all asked at once.
"Jhon Desire."
There was a moment of silence as everyone processed the name.
"Jhon Desire..." Evangelyne spelled slowly, her brow furrowing as she searched her memory. 'Have I heard that name before? ¿In the records of important people?' She mentally reviewed every list, every mention of powerful mages, influential nobles, legendary heroes. Nothing. 'It's like he doesn't exist... or like he just appeared.'
'Yet now he just disappeared.' Evangelyne sighed in frustration, unable to get more information.
"¡Ha! ¡What a dumb name!" Tristepin let out a forced laugh, crossing his arms. "It sounds like... like a merchant's name or something. Nothing impressive."
Everyone turned to look at him.
Evangelyne narrowed her eyes. –"¿Dumb?"
"Y-yeah, very dumb." Tristepin insisted, looking away with slightly flushed cheeks.
'Why is she so interested in that guy? Just because he has a weird name and helped Yugo...'
Amalia glared at Tristepin with the most intense look she had ever given in her life.
"¿Dumb? The man saved Yugo's father and you call him dumb because... what, are you jealous?"
"¡I-I'm not jealous!" Tristepin turned red as a tomato. "¡I'm just saying the name is weird!"
"Keh keh keh..." Rubilax laughed from the sword. "Pathetic."
"¡SHUT UP!"
Amalia, ignoring the drama, turned to Yugo with a mischievous smile and shining eyes. She crouched to his height, placing her hands on her knees. "Yugo~ That Mr. Jhon... was he handsome?"
Yugo blinked, completely confused by the question. "¿Handsome? Uh... I don't know..."
But in his mind, the image of Jhon began to form automatically.
The perfectly fitted dark suit. The elegant posture. Those serene hazel eyes that seemed to see through everything. The black hair combed back. The calm but enigmatic smile. The way he moved with so much confidence...
Yugo nodded slightly without realizing. "I-I guess so..."
But the moment he answered Amalia, he felt something strange. As if a weight settled on his head, gently pressing his skull.
He brought a hand to his head, frowning. Without feeling anything.
"Are you okay, Yugo?" His father asked with concern.
"Yes, just... I feel weird." Yugo scratched his head, trying to shake off the feeling.
What none of them noticed, because none had a sharp enough eye, was the faint green glow that momentarily appeared above Yugo's head.
If someone with knowledge of culture had seen it, they would have immediately recognized the resemblance to a green hat.
At that moment, Yugo remembered something. His eyes widened and he quickly turned to Evangelyne.
"¡Ah, right! Miss Evangelyne, Mr. Jhon told me to say hi to you." Yugo said with an innocent and happy smile, completely unaware of the implications.
The world seemed to stop.
Tristepin froze in place, his visible eye opening to an impossible size.
"¿WHAAAT?" He exploded, veins throbbing on his forehead. "¿¡HOW DARE THAT GUY!?" He turned to where the shop had been, clenching his fists. "¡I'M GONNA...!"
He ran toward the empty space, clearly planning to hit something that no longer existed.
"¡Stop, idiot!" Ruel grabbed him by the collar, stopping him dead. "¡There's nothing there anymore!"
"Hahaha, you're so predictable." Rubilax mocked openly from the sword. "Jealous of someone you don't even know."
"¡I'M NOT JEALOUS!" Tristepin struggled against Ruel's grip.
Evangelyne, for her part, had gone completely still. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes open with surprise and confusion.
'¿Hi? ¿To me? ¿Why?' Her mind raced. '¿How did he know my name? ¿Does he know me? ¿Have we met before? No... I'm sure I would remember someone like that...' She brought a hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat a little faster. 'He must be someone who saw me on some mission. Or maybe... ¿an admirer?' The idea made her blush more. 'No, no, that's ridiculous. Probably just...'
She couldn't finish the thought. She was too embarrassed and confused.
Amalia looked at her with a mischievous smile. "Oooh, someone has an admirer~"
"¡I-it's not that!" Evangelyne protested, turning to hide her blush. "Probably just... someone who knows me from somewhere. That's all."
"Sure, sure~" Amalia sang.
Yugo's father, seeing the situation was turning awkward and wanting to change the subject, raised his hands and spoke loudly:
"¡Well! Enough talking about the gentleman who helped us." He said with a big smile, patting Yugo on the back. "Let's go eat at the restaurant. ¡All this makes you hungry!"
As if in response to his words, Yugo's stomach growled audibly.
Grrrrrrr.
Yugo scratched his belly embarrassed, laughing nervously.
A second later, Tristepin's stomach did the same.
GRRRRRRRRR.
Everyone looked at him.
Tristepin crossed his arms, looking away. "¿What? I'm hungry too."
Ruel was the first to laugh, a deep and hoarse laugh. Then Amalia joined, then Evangelyne, and finally even Yugo's father.
The tension of the moment dissolved into laughter, and the group began walking together toward the center of the village, where the restaurant awaited them with the aroma of hot food.
Yugo walked beside his father, holding his hand tightly, still not quite believing he was okay.
As they walked, none of them noticed the small blue feather that had remained floating in the place where the shop had been. A feather that shone once with golden light before vanishing into the air like stardust.
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Hello, here your future favorite author.
This is chapter 6, what did you think?
Soon Jhon will be receiving a new visitor and maybe, just maybe, his first trip to another world.
Please comment on all chapters, it motivates me to see people interact with my fic. It's sad to see almost no comments, but I guess it's because I just started this fanfic. Unfortunately I don't have Jhon Desire's patience, so it makes me think you aren't interested.
Lastly, it's shameless but I'll leave it here anyway, maybe not now, but in the future: 200 power stones equals one chapter.
I hope you enjoyed the reading. Have a good start of the day or end of the night.
[JhonDaoist]