Tales of the Genie (Old Man Reincarnated as Genie)

They say there is a lamp. Old. Forgotten. Passed from hand to hand. No one knows who crafted it, or when it first appeared. No forge claims its birth. No scholar dares to trace its trail. But everyone remembers the stories. A whispered name, passed from village to village, court to court, battlefield to battlefield. Some say it glows when touched. Others say it hums when it chooses its master. All agree on one thing: It grants three wishes. And with each wish, the world bends. Gold appears from dust. Enemies vanish like smoke. Dead lovers rise. Kingdoms fall. Gods weep. But there is always a price. They say the genie sealed inside once walked the world as a man—a kind man, too kind for the life he left behind. Now bound to the lamp, he watches everything. Remembers everything. He does not sleep. He does not age. He only waits. For the next hand. For the next master. For the next wish. And deep within the lamp, in a chamber of endless stars, a voice echoes to no one: "Wish carefully… because I must answer."