He opened his eyes and stared at the figure seated before him.
"Who are you people?" he asked. "Why did you kidnap me?"
Anger surged, and he started cursing without restraint.
"Enough," the assistant snapped. "Show some respect in the presence of our god. You should be grateful. You've been chosen for rebirth—yet you shout and insult us?"
Despite himself, PK fell silent.
He had read countless reborn novels. Gods. Void spaces. Sudden deaths. This scene was painfully familiar—yet experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.
Am I really going to be reborn?
His heart raced.
Wait… why me? And what's the catch?
Sensing his thoughts, the assistant spoke again. "This is a mission. As for the details—you will learn them when you are ready."
PK frowned. "That's convenient. But you still haven't answered my question. Why me?"
The god finally looked at him, eyes sharp and unreadable.
"I chose you because you've consumed countless rebirth stories—novels, manga, all of it. You understand how these worlds function. You know how to survive."
PK blinked.
"…That's it?"
The assistant stared in disbelief.
He chose him for such a ridiculous reason… and this fool accepted it without question? What a pair.
PK exhaled slowly. "Alright. I'm getting reborn. Fine. But don't tell me I'm going empty-handed."
The god smiled faintly. "You may choose three skills."
PK's eyes lit up. "Now we're talking."
"State your first."
He didn't hesitate.
"Any topic I think about or any object I touch—I want complete knowledge about it. Structure, function, weaknesses, applications. Everything. And I want the ability to recreate it myself."
Silence followed.
The assistant's expression twitched.
"…That's dangerously broad."
The god nodded. "Accepted. And the other two?"
PK thought for a moment, then smirked.
"I'll take them later. When I'm reborn. When I actually need them."
The god laughed softly.
"Very well. Fool's luck it is."
And with that, the world began to collapse around him.