My Milf System-Chapter 363. The Wish

"So, what is it that you wish for, Asher Reynolds?" Veyra asked, hands resting on her hips as she studied him.

Asher rubbed his chin, pretending to think—but the truth was, his mind had already run through it all.

Power. Influence. Authority over the world. All of that was tempting, but meaningless... if he was the only one who could enjoy it.

Ever since he broke free from the author’s script, one thing had become clear to him.

He didn’t want to win in a broken world.

He wanted the world itself to be fixed.

He exhaled softly and met her gaze.

"I want equality."

Veyra blinked.

"The way this world works... it’s wrong. Women ruling, men treated like tools... strength deciding who deserves love..." His voice steadied. "I want that gone. I want people to be free to love who they want, without power deciding their worth."

He thought of his friend Kira. How he worked hard and trained twice as hard, all in hopes of ranking up to catch up to Lorraine, the GMs daughter, but she was just a prodigy who leveled up without breaking much sweat.

And he wasn’t the only one. There were possibly thousands of other men out there who worked hard so they could be with the women they are attracted to, but in the end, only the strong claim all the women.

He thought about his mother’s husband. The man who birthed Sharon. Even though he didn’t meet him, he knew from the stories about how he was weak but specialized on Slime rearing to earn a living that he was an incredible man who unfortunately ended up getting killed by a man with greater power.

That cycle should stop.

Veyra stared at him as if she could almost ready everything in his mind.

"...Oh my God," she muttered under her breath.

Asher raised an eyebrow. A goddess saying Oh My God was something he never thought he’d hear. He looked at her face, and her Expression wasn’t that of mockery. It was something between shock... and admiration.

He frowned slightly. "Can you grant it or not?"

She stepped closer, her eyes scanning him like she was seeing him for the first time.

"I can’t."

His expression darkened instantly. "Figures. The whole wish granting thing was all a scam, wasn’t it—"

"No," she cut in, amused. "It’s because you made more than one wish. Besides, the wish you just made now is null."

He blinked. "What?"

"I thought you’d go for something clever," she said with a grin. "You know—wish for infinite wishes."

Asher’s eyes widened. "Wait... that works?"

"Of course it doesn’t." She laughed. "Try again."

He frowned. "Then why is mine null?"

Veyra’s smile softened slightly.

"Because it’s already happening."

"...huh?"

"The moment the author lost control, I was already fixing things," she said, her tone sharpening with disdain. "That ridiculous system? The whole ’dominant women, powerless men’ setup?"

She scoffed.

"That wasn’t the world. That was just his fantasy. A way to throw you into the arms of powerful women while you played the chosen toy."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Disgusting, honestly. But as a Goddess... I’ll fix that." She sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I’m in control of everything now, so don’t worry, Asher. You still have your wish."

Asher took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

If Veyra was the one holding the world together now... then everything would be under control. There’s nothing he should be worried about.

"Alright then," he said. "Here’s my wish. Grant me access to all planes of reality connected to my existence."

Veyra crossed her arms beneath her chest.

That wish...?

Her brows pulled together slightly.

What exactly was he planning?

She suddenly gasped in sudden realization. "Don’t tell me...?"

Asher gave a small nod.

"Can you grant it?" he asked calmly. "Yes or no?"

She stared at him for a second... then a small smile crept onto her lips.

"Say less."

She tilted her head up slightly.

A soft golden light flickered into existence above her hand before she directed it toward him. It washed over Asher for only a few seconds... then faded like it was never there.

"Wish granted," she said, already turning away. "You can now access all planes connected to your existence. Anytime. Anywhere."

She casually went to sit down back on her broken throne, legs crossed.

Asher smiled. He could feel it—something new sitting deep within him.

Excitement. Relief.

And something darker he didn’t even bother naming.

It didn’t matter.

Because one thing was clear.

Someone was going to pay for messing with his heart. And that someone was—

"Can you go already??" Veyra’s voice cut him off.

He looked at her. She was frowning now, clearly annoyed.

"Your handsome face is distracting me!" she muttered. "I’m trying to fix the world here and send divine messages, so shoosh..."

Asher rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I’m going. No need to shout." He paused, then added with a smirk. "And seriously... wear some panties, dear goddess."

Veyra instantly desperately covered her bare thighs by leaning and hugging them, smashing breasts against her knees, her face turning red.

"I—YOU—JUST GO ALREADY!"

He chuckled and waved her off before walking away.

After saying quick goodbyes to the other gods and goddesses—and promising to visit again—Asher stopped and summoned his system.

A new skill appeared.

[Plane Door (SSS-RANK)]

A high-tier teleportation skill that allows the host to move between planes.

Visualize your destination, and the door will take you there.

Cost: 10,000 PP

Current: 10,052 PP]

Asher’s smile widened slightly. This was his first SSS-rank skill.

It was expensive to use... but worth it.

He closed his eyes. And pictured it.

His old world. His yard.His car. His house.

Her.

The hallway. That moment he was standing on the hallway with weak knees, hearing her moans of pleasure. The words she said,"Just come inside me. If l get pregnant, I’ll tell my useless husband the child is his."

It was still as clear as yesterday.

His expression hardened.

"..."

He activated the skill. When he opened his eyes, a door stood before him.

It looked similar to his Dimensional Door... just bigger. Cleaner. Covered in a faint gold-and-white glow.

He took a deep breath. Then clenched his jaw.

’Time for payback, bitch.’

He grabbed the handle, pushed it open, and stepped through.

Tbc