I’d like to live in a world where people come together to save it instead of splitting apart.

Two chicks at one time. Fuckin A.

As someone with a progressive disease: healing magic. I would pay all the bullion and cattle and sacks of wheat necessary to heal, or at least regress this stupid thing.

I’d love to retire to a cozy inn with an endless pot of stew

One where there were multiple sentient species in addition to humans.

Be able to shapeshift so my body can finally match my identity

I want to know how to cast magic spells.

I’d like to be a peregrine falcon. No natural predator, able to soar above it all.

I’d also like to be wealthy enough, not in any unethical or greedy way, to have my own home by myself and not have to work, simply so I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace. No need for golden toilets and limousines, just the ability to get up in the morning and have peace and be free of fear of what is happening to me right now.

Being able to actually do anything you understand well enough, the way that magic works in many settings. A brilliant engineer can design an airplane, but he still needs lots of workers and machines and materials to actually build one. A wizard who knows how to cast “fly” can just go ahead and cast it and fly around. If he has the right books, he doesn’t need other people for anything at all.

The sort of mystery only possible in a story where the author himself doesn’t have to know what the secret is. I love science but I was very disappointed when I was a kid and I realized that science meant that everything ultimately had a mundane explanation. A mysterious structure? Built by some Bronze Age dudes. Dinosaurs? Unusually large animals. Legendary heroes? Made-up stories. Even if elves or unicorns turned out to be real, they would have a mundane explanation too because the whole universe follows rules.

In case you’re not aware, there’s a whole genre of media like that called isekai.

The good guys winning.

Secret group of super powered freedom fighters recruits me to their cause on the basis that I’ve got some kind of special sauce inherent to my being. Hot chicks who’ve admired me from the shadows hand me weapons that I somehow already know how to use, and only their utter devotion to our world-saving cause keeps them from ripping my clothes off and covering me in kisses. All the horror and suffering of my life finds meaning in a mission the fulfills my need for purpose.

Two extra inches. Either height or… Y’know. Ideally both.

Wish granted ! Stand right there I’ll be back in a sec !

A harem of goblin chicks. Simple as.