Chapter 3 - 6 More Wishes!
Theodore was wide-eyed. On one hand, Tartarus, from Greek mythos, alone was an insane powerhouse in myth. He's read all the guy's mythos, and he had only a baseline concept view of how powerful he really is based on it. He's the father of the Primrodial giants and the Typhon, the bane of the Olympian gods.
Then there's Fenrir, from Norse myths, whom he had never thought was female, but he wasn't complaining. Also, he was aware enough that it took basically all of the Aesir gods just to restrain her, that's if her mythos is to be believed.
'And they want my help?' Theodore thought to himself. 'Who am I to refuse such powers and gifts with such a minor condition? Plus, I would be getting hella wishes granted by literal Primordial gods!' this doesn't seem like it happens every Tuesday, and theodore should know a thing or two about that. Considering he died on one.
"In addition to the three wishes," Before he could answer, though, Tartarus, thinking to spice up the deal more, spoke up. "You will gain a blessing from the both of us. You will have access to them—."
"I agree," Theodore interrupted, finally deciding on his decision. "I agree to become your son."
"Very good," Tartarus, who had thought he would need to sweeten the deal, nodded. "What shall be your wishes from me? They must be within my realm of power or, at the very least, achievable to acquire."
Theodore, who had been given ample time to think of his wishes, had decided on what he had to pick.
"First," Theodore looked at Tartarus. "I want an Absolute Conversion ability that allows me to convert others into something like me with no problem."
Theodore had chosen this because he knew he would need it in the long term. He wasn't sure where he was going to reincarnate to, but he's read enough reincarnation novels to get an idea what he'll encounter. It was better to have this trump card in case something happens.