Don't worry, he doesn't get OP (for now :P)

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“Finally, it is over.”

“But how come I still have thoughts? Didn’t I just die?”

Thinking about it, time have passed, maybe minutes, maybe hours, or maybe even days.

“Ouch!!”

I suddenly felt a strong pinch in my head, or whatever it was where my consciousness resides.

“How come I can feel pain?! I’m supposed to be on my way to the afterlife or something!”

“It was supposed to end! The living hell was supposed to end!”

As if waking up from a horrible nightmare, I sat up and opened my eyes.

I looked around but there was nothing except for my own naked body.

I could feel myself, but it felt as if everything here is just an illusion and nothing was real.

There was endless white space around me, which extended as far as the horizon went.

I didn’t have a shadow, and there was nothing below me except for the white space which seemed far away, yet close, as if I was floating, yet standing.

It was neither hot nor cold, neither dark nor bright. I was neither heavy nor light.

This just increased the feeling of this being an illusion, like everything here is artificial.

Deciding to try and explore this space, I started walking forward in a straight line, at least that what I tried to do, since there was no way to orient myself in this place.

As soon as I took my third step an uncomfortable feeling of shyness overflowed me when I remembered I was naked. Walking around naked is not as comfortable as it sounds if you’re not used to it.

“There is no one here, but I still wish I at least had some clothes to cover myself up…”

Out of nowhere, I felt some weight descend on my body.

I looked down towards myself, dazzled, I realized I am now wearing a shirt and pants.

And yes, under the pants there was this tight sensation of underwear.

This was my most favorite set of casual clothes, a light black long sleeve shirt and black cargo pants, held by a black leather belt. However, I still didn’t have anything on my feet, which was fine since there is nothing here that could possibly hurt my feet, I think.

“This is amazing, it just materialized out of nowhere…”

“I wish I could eat a perfect layered cake.”

The cake appeared out of nowhere, it floated a short distance from my eyes.

“If my conclusion is correct…”

“I need a spoon to eat the cake, and something to place it on, don’t I?”

A table, a chair, a plate with the cake on it, and a spoon.

They all appeared the same instant I finished my sentence.

Seems like this place is driven by my expressed desires.

It doesn’t appear when I just think about it, I have to state it in my thoughts.

*Hhhmh*

I cleared my throat getting ready for my next experiment.

Thinking about a warm tea inside a cup with a cup holder

“I want something nice to drink with the cake.”, I said loudly.

On the table, everything I have thought of, have materialized.

Seems like speech works as well…

I sat on the chair and started eating, it tasted perfect.

While eating and drinking an endless supply of different types of perfect cakes, and drinking many different drinks I have tried in my previous life, I started experimenting with what more I could ask for to be materialized.

After the time it takes to eat 10 small cakes, I have exhausted any possible idea that came to my mind about stuff to materialize.

There was now a white tiled floor underneath the area I placed the table on, a tiny little orb the diameter of less than 1 centimeter which was like a tiny sun which produced some light that caused shadows and some sort of comfortable warmth, and on my feet there is now a pair of boots, with sock underneath obviously.

There was nothing more around since before I tried summoning anything too big, I first tried to dematerialize something small to be sure it is safe to try and materialize something that might affect me.

“I could eat more cakes, since I can just dematerialize what I just ate from my stomach and then eat another one over and over again… This place is perfect!”

The limitations were simple.

Living things, like growing plants or live animals, couldn’t be materialized.

Anything I can’t think about, couldn’t be materialized. Too bad I have shit creativity.

Only things I have encountered in my life could be materialized without thinking about the components. If I wanted to materialize something I have invented in my mind, it had to be made out of components I have encountered in my life and then I could think about it as a whole the next time I need it instead of having the hassle of thinking about the components again.

Suddenly I felt a pinch in my consciousness, like I have felt the first time I woke here, and I blacked out. Slowly I felt my consciousness come back, and I was filled with instant regret.

Everything around me was warm and slimy, I was reluctant to open my eyes.

“Damn, It smells like shit!”