"Well, I can choose one of the worlds for you." said ROB, who would decide my future. "Remember! I am sending you to a cannon-consistent timeline, not an AU. An Alternate Universe could be, where the villains are smarter. The evil is more cautious and treacherous. And closer to winning and achieving their end goals than in cannon timeline. So, even if this first world is not dangerous and deceptive, I want you to exercise caution and restraint. You don't have a safety net to fall back on."
When I nodded seriously to affirm, he looked a bit at me as if judging my answer, and nodded after a moment.
"Very well. You are going to a cannon timeline. If you want, as administrators of the world, we are forbidden from replacing an adult soul with yours. That is tantamount to killing, which is a grave sin for us. Instead, we can offer two options. One, where you choose a history and we fabricate the reality to accomodate you. The other, is to drop-in, as is. If you complete this world's missions, you learn more about the plane-walking. For now, you may make your choice, after we confirm your boon."
He continued. "You want to integrate with Agent 47. That is easy, and you can choose whether you inherit his emotions as well. Since, through the experimentation in his childhood, genetically, he was a psychopath with lack of empathy. He was physically superior, mentally resilient, and instinctively a predator. You understand, right?"
As if answering my unasked questions, he continued.
"There will be a emotional detachment inherent to him, that you will unfortunately inherit. Since, as a regular adult human, you were emotionally mature, you will find a dissonance with people, when you can instinctively understand others, but not be affected by those emotions. You may have a superhuman body, meant to kill and hunt, but if you end up being a child, you will grow into it naturally. You will grow at an inhuman pace, and mature at least 4 or 5 years before other humans do. But as a child, you will only slightly resilient and stronger than others your age."
Showing an illusion of body silhouette, he continued. "Choose an ideal body type and parameters you would prefer. This is like the basic character creation part, so choose wisely."
I chose an athletic build. I wanted to be as tall as I was before, not shorter or taller than that. Six feet and two inches was the ideal height for any scenario, and a swimmer's build with springy and flexible muscles and dense musculature ensured that I was a strong fighter with good endurance.
I was tall for an Asian, and wheaty due to my love for seas, but I would have loved to be a blonde or a red head. I played around with the settings, and saw that the tan skin was not going well with the blonde locks I was hoping for.
I ended up accepting brown straight hair which were so denser and silkier, that they looked like mane on a lion. I didn't want excessive body hair like I had, and made my skin below my chin hairless and smooth like marble.
I wanted to have sapphire blue eyes instead of the onyx I had. I wasn't going to describe anything below the belt, but let's just say, I had good firepower packed in the sack.
Satisfied with my build, and content with the knowledge that if I was going to be a child again, I wouldn't be haunted with acne ever again, I nodded at my ROB, who waited patiently for me.
"Now, that we are done with it, the last part of your request. A Hammerspace is not a difficult boon, and quite a lot of people ask for it. I cannot allow you to anchor ships and starships in that space, so you would not be allowed to store any single object exceeding twenty metres in any dimension."
Showing me what he means, he continued.
"With that being said, I don't want to restrict your abilities. So, any living animals cannot be stored in the space. Nor can you personally enter there as well. But you can store any object in it as you desire."
Seeing my bright-eyed response, he rained on my parade.
"No, you cannot store water, air, mana, energy or explosion in it. You are not the first one to think of that idea, nor would you be the last. If air or water must be stored in this space, it should be contained in a container. For mana, it can be stored in crystals, jade stones or enchanted equipment. But otherwise no."
Seeing my downtrodden look, he smiled and continued. "But you are allowed a vast space to store. You can store as much as you want there, and it will all remain in stasis. Food stored there will remain as fresh as it was before it was stored. Any bacteria in the food gets removed as they count under living beings. Any unstable chemical can be stored and kept under stasis, while in the Hammerspace. And you can "equip" any equipment you keep inside the space by simply thinking of it."
"Now, your language part is easy, and you "know" all languages now. You must simply think of the language, and you can be fluent in it. Any word you hear or see, gets translated to you, and its origin revealed to you. And in contrast with Allspeak, you don't hear the translation of the language. But the words in the original language itself."
I checked mentally, and saw that I was now proficient in all languages as obscure as extinct dialects of Esperanto to Romance languages to even all dialects of Afrikaans. I could now even speak the One Ring inscription in Black Speech of Mordor.
"That is distasteful to hear even to us. Truly a crude and uncouth tongue, if there ever was one." He scrunched his nose, hearing me speak.
"And lastly, your guns. You can have the preferred firearms and weapons of Agent 47. So his silenced pistol, a powerful Desert Eagle with Magnum rounds, two SMGs, A LMG, and two powerful snipers. All blessed to perform at optimum and never fail to operate due to mechanical failure. They would never heat up and warp regardless of how long it was operating. And if they are out of your hands, they would appear in your Hammerspace immediately. If destroyed, they would appear as good as new within an instant, and you would never have to reload them. If you enchant the barrels, the bullets fired would gain that enchantment. They would never rust, never get dirty, never need maintenance, or cleaning, and would always function optimally. Apart from firearms, you have a combat knife and a survivor's axe which would have similar blessings as your firearms. And the legendary garrote of course. And a complementary pair of Hitman style three piece suits with temperature regulation and self-repairing, self-cleaning feature are also added with this blessing. They could change shape into any professional costume in the world, and are indestructible. But beware, even a simple knife can tear through them. They would not protect like a armour, merely offer you stylish thematic costume."