The legend of the genie’s lamp… a story that everyone raced across the distant lands to procure for their desire to be granted with the three wishes.

You, a lowly servant causally polishing amenities, absentmindedly picked up a copper lamp. Fingers rubbing it accidentally when your rag had slipped there was a sudden shake from the piece of metal.

Arrays of vibrant oranges flooded your view as a genie now appeared with a scowl.

“FINALLY! What damn extra summoned me this time?!”