When he opened his eyes, he was met with an expanse of milky-white void. There was no sky, no earth—he seemed to be floating in an infinite space, weightless and temperatureless, surrounded by a profound, silent tranquility.

  "Where... am I...?"

  A calm and all-encompassing voice resonated through the space.

  "You have finally awakened."

  The voice belonged to an elder standing before him. He was tall, with silver-white hair cascading down his back, draped in a classical white robe. His eyes held the shifting light of the stars, and he held a scepter that shimmered with starlight. He did not possess the aura of a mortal—this was a God.

  "Who... are you?"

  The elder smiled, his tone gentle.

  "I am Zareon. The Creator God of this world, and the one who summoned your soul here."

  Naoki froze, the name escaping his lips: "Zareon...?"

  "The languages of your world find it difficult to accurately pronounce our names, but you may call me that. I am the primordial will of this world, the source of creation. And you, are my chosen 'Apostle'."

  Memories rushed back like a tidal wave. He remembered—working five days and nights straight, finally saving that presentation... and then, he never woke up in that breakroom.

  "I’m... dead?"

  Zareon nodded, his tone peaceful. "Your body collapsed under extreme exhaustion. Normally, your soul would return to the reincarnation cycle of your world, but I have intercepted you to grant you a new mission."

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  Naoki remained silent. His heart was a whirlwind of emotions, yet he felt a strange, underlying sense of calm.

  "You may choose your future body and race. This is a grace—a reward for the hard work of your previous life."

  Naoki took a deep breath and spoke the wish he had buried in his heart for years.

  "I want to be reborn as a dwarf. The stout, thick, and burly kind."

  Zareon raised an eyebrow with a smile. "A dwarf? Are you certain? That is not the 'heroic' physique most dream of."

  He nodded without a hint of hesitation.

  "I have been fascinated by dwarves since I was a teenager. That solid, heavy build—the sense of security found in the layering of muscle and fat—to me, that is the perfect union of strength and beauty. Thick arms, a rounded belly, a steady gait... that is my ideal body."

  He paused, his voice turning sincere.

  "And... I am gay. I like chubby men, specifically those who are stout and thick. It’s more than just a physical attraction; it’s a longing from the depths of my soul."

  Zareon nodded, looking pleased.

  "Honesty is the foremost virtue when speaking with a God. In that case, I shall forge for you a vessel that mirrors your desire—a dwarven body shaped by divinity itself."

  As Zareon raised his scepter, a shroud of golden light enveloped Naoki’s soul. He felt his consciousness slowly embedding into a new form. His limbs became heavy and dense; his chest grew broad, and his abdomen filled with weight.

  He looked down at his brand-new body, his fingers tracing over his thick arms and rounded belly. A smile of immense satisfaction and gratitude spread across his face. His shoulders were wide and sturdy, forged as if to carry the weight of mountains; his chest was as thick as a blacksmith’s anvil. His belly was rounded yet firm, carrying a deep sense of power. His thighs were thick and powerful, muscle and fat stacked in layers that made every step feel as stable as a mountain.

  He even lowered his head slightly, placing a hand over his lower abdomen to confirm that the masculine dwarven anatomy was consistent with what he had envisioned. It wasn't an exaggerated ornament, but a thick, structurally sound, and powerful part of his physique, cast as one with his entire frame. A shy but satisfied smile touched his lips—a deep sense of self-recognition that came from the total realization of his long-held desires.

  "...It’s perfect. This is the body of my dreams..."

  He bowed low, his voice brimming with sincerity. "Thank you, Lord Zareon. I will remember this grace, and I will not forget the mission you have given me."

  Zareon smiled and waved his hand, letting the final rays of divine light fall.

  "Go forth, Dwarf. Go and complete your destined journey."