I WANT POWERS! (ONE-shot)

Born of a childish dream that I never really got over. I know a lot of you guys can relate- Saint.

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The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above.

Ron sat cross-legged on the floor, his back straight, hands resting on his knees. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. But his mind? His mind was a storm.

Tonight was the night.

For ten years, he had remained silent.

Not a single word had passed his lips, not a single syllable escaped his throat. Instead, his voice had been turned inward, repeating the same mantra, day after day, year after year.

I want powers. I want powers. I want powers.

It became more than words. More than belief. It became his reality.

His room bore testament to the obsession that consumed him. Posters of anime protagonists mid-transformation lined the walls—glowing eyes, outstretched hands, the undeniable moment of ascension. His shelves overflowed with manga, each one a manual of extraordinary awakenings, each story a promise that power was attainable, if only one believed hard enough.

Ron believed.

And now, on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, the time had come.

His eyes flicked to the digital clock. 11:58 PM.

His heart pounded, each beat synchronizing with the countdown to destiny.

Ten years of silence.

Ten years of unwavering faith.

Ten years of sacrifice.

He had endured the whispers, the taunts. The disapproving glances of teachers. The frustrated sighs of his parents. The looks of pity from his friends, who had long stopped trying to get him to speak.

None of it mattered.

Because he knew.

He felt the energy inside him, swirling like a coiled spring wound too tight.

If belief alone could bend reality, then he had spent a decade crafting the strongest force imaginable.

His hands trembled as he rose to his feet.

11:59 PM.

This was it.

His entire life had been leading up to this single moment.

He closed his eyes one final time, exhaled deeply, and let everything else fade away. The doubts, the fear, the skepticism.

And then, as the clock struck midnight, Ron opened his mouth for the first time in ten years and roared with all the power, all the faith, and all the soul he had stored within him—

"I WANT POWERS!!!"

The air tore apart.

The sound of his voice wasn’t just heard—it was felt, a shockwave of sheer willpower erupting into reality.

The posters ripped from the walls, the ceiling fan snapped free from its base, the very air trembled as if suffocating under the weight of his words.

Then—reality froze.

The vibrations stopped.

The objects caught mid-air remained suspended, as though time itself was hesitating, waiting to process what had just been spoken into existence.

And then—the echoes returned.

I WANT POWERS.

I WANT POWERS.

I WANT POWERS.

His words didn’t just bounce off the walls.

They traveled beyond.

Through his house.

Through the streets.

Through the atmosphere.

Through the galaxies.

Through the fabric of existence itself.

And then, from the farthest edges of the universe, reality answered.

A wave of pure, blinding energy erupted from the heavens, racing back toward him with impossible speed.

It wasn’t magic.

It wasn’t science.

It was something beyond both—an absolute, undeniable truth manifesting in response to his unbreakable faith.

A cosmic tidal wave of energy crashed into him.

For a single instant—he ceased to exist.

Ron’s consciousness floated in endless nothingness, surrounded by a sea of swirling light.

He had no body.

No shape.

He was thought itself, stretched across the infinite.

The echoes of his words still rang through the void, each syllable reshaping existence itself.

Then—his senses returned.

He felt something small and smooth in his palm.

A weight, light yet infinite.

He slowly raised his hand.

A marble.

At first, it seemed insignificant. A polished sphere, cool to the touch. But then, as he looked closer, he saw the truth.

It was blue.

It was green.

It had white, swirling clouds.

Ron’s breath caught in his throat.

He turned the marble ever so slightly, watching continents shift beneath his fingers.

A hurricane swirled over the Atlantic. Tiny city lights flickered in the night. The world, in its entirety, lay within his grasp.

He had become a God.

The weight of realization hit all at once.

Ten years of silence.

Ten years of belief.

Ten years of becoming something more.

And now, he had it.

For the first time, Ron didn’t know what to say.

He had spent his whole life wanting powers.

But now, with the entire world in the palm of his hand—

What should I do first?

As Ron marveled at the marble, the void around him began to shift. The stars blurred, their light bending and twisting until they formed a circle of towering figures.

They were gods, their forms shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Their eyes burned with the light of ancient stars, and their presence radiated power and authority.

One of them stepped forward, their voice echoing like thunder.

“Welcome, Ron,” they said. “You have done something extraordinary. Your belief has rewritten the laws of reality itself.”

Ron stared at them, his mind racing. “Who… who are you?”

“We are the Cosmic Council,” another figure said, their voice softer but no less commanding. “We oversee the balance of the universe. And now, so do you.”

Ron’s heart skipped a beat. “Me? But… I don’t know how to do that.”

The first figure nodded. “You will learn. But first, you must prove yourself.”

“Prove myself?” Ron asked, his voice trembling.

“Yes,” the figure said. “Your first task is to save a dying planet without disrupting the natural order.”

Ron frowned, his brow furrowing. “A dying planet? How am I supposed to do that?”

The figure waved their hand, and the void shifted again. A new scene appeared—a planet, its surface cracked and barren, its atmosphere thick with smoke and ash. Ron could feel its pain, its desperation, like a faint whisper in the back of his mind.

“This is Kaelos,” the figure explained. “Once a thriving world, now on the brink of destruction. Its people cry out for salvation. You must save them, but you must do so without upsetting the balance of the universe.”

Ron stared at the planet, his heart sinking. “But… how? I don’t even know what I’m doing!”

The figure’s expression softened, almost like a parent comforting a child. “You have the power, Ron. You need only to believe in yourself.”

Ron took a deep breath, his mind racing. He looked down at the marble in his hand, then back at the dying planet. He could feel the energy inside him, swirling and restless, waiting to be unleashed.

“Okay,” he said, his voice trembling but determined. “I’ll do it.”

The figures nodded, their forms beginning to fade. “We will be watching,” the first figure said, their voice echoing as they disappeared.

And then Ron was alone again, floating in the void with the dying planet before him.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the energy inside him. It was like a storm, wild and untamed, but he could feel it responding to his will. He reached out with his mind, touching the planet’s surface. He could feel its pain, its despair, and something inside him stirred.

“I can do this,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

He focused on the planet, imagining it whole and healthy. He pictured its cracked surface healing, its atmosphere clearing, its people thriving. The energy inside him surged, flowing through him and into the planet.

For a moment, nothing happened.

And then, slowly, the planet began to change. The cracks in its surface sealed, the smoke and ash dissipating. The air grew clear, the sky turning a vibrant blue. Ron could feel the planet’s gratitude, its relief, and a smile spread across his face.

He had done it.

But as he watched the planet heal, he noticed something strange. The stars around it were flickering, their light dimming. The void itself seemed to shudder, as if the universe was protesting.

Ron’s smile faded. “What’s happening?”

The figures reappeared, their expressions grave. “You have saved the planet,” the first figure said, “but at a cost. The energy you used has disrupted the balance of this sector of the universe.”

Ron’s heart sank. “But… I thought I was supposed to save it!”

“You were,” the figure said, their voice gentle but firm. “But you must learn to wield your power with precision. Every action has consequences, Ron. You must consider them carefully.”

Ron looked down at the planet, his chest tight with guilt. “I… I didn’t mean to hurt anything.”

The figure placed a hand on his shoulder, their touch warm and reassuring. “You will learn. This is only the beginning.”

And with that, the figures faded away, leaving Ron alone in the void once more.

He looked down at the marble in his hand, his mind swirling with questions and doubts. He had become a god, but he was starting to realize that being a god wasn’t as simple as he’d thought.

The journey was just beginning.

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Alternative Title:- Ron is GOD.