trying to make worm a better world

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Chapter 1

1st POV​

You know, sleeping one day and waking up in a black void filled with nothingness has always seemed to me like a good way to die—except for the waking up part. Can you blame me? The very idea of an eternity of pleasure or pain for such a temporary existence has always been terrifying to me.


Anyway, I want to freak out now, but how do I do that? I can't seem to do anything but think here. "Hello, hello, little soul. How have you been this fine night?" said a voice behind me. Where is it behind me? This is so very wrong. I want to scream. I want to scream. I want to scream.

"Don't worry, the disorientation is temporary. We can communicate by thought, so just think it, and I will know." The voice continues. Wait, it said I can communicate by thinking. Alright, let's do this.


"Fuck, fuck, fuck, why am I here?" Before I can fully express my panic, it interrupts me again.


"You are here because you died," which is absurd because dying doesn't happen to me; it happens to others. I'm not old enough to die in my sleep. "Why can you communicate with me? It is simple, you see. I have decided to throw you into the Worm web serial with a power— you know, that power fantasy you love." It keeps talking. "That's a lie. I don't want a power fantasy if it means I will die in a very short time."


"Sorry, but that has already been decided. Now, do you want to know the details, or should I just throw you in?" You know, nothing makes a person polite like meeting death face-to-face. "I would like to know as many details as possible, please."


"Alright, you will be teleported into Brockton Bay a week before Taylor fights Lung," I wheeze. I am going to die so fast." Your power is going to be power manipulation from the Worm CYOA: 'I am God. Everyone fears me.' Instead of getting 5 charges every day, you will only have 5 charges, but you can create a power and destroy it at any time to regain the charge." What are you looking at? That is enough to destroy a planet; I am so dead.


"Alright, that is about it, so I will send you now." Did it just...? "Wait, wait, I would like to activate the power here before I go to Worm. I don't know how long it would take for Contessa to find me and kill me, but I bet it is faster than me activating and using my power for the first time." I make my case, and to my surprise, it responds with, "Sure, that is cool with me." You know, I don't even know if this thing has a name, but he seems cool with me now. Yes, I noticed I went from "it" to "he" pretty quickly. Anyway, time to structure my powers.


"First, like any sane person, I am choosing a blank power— a stranger power that will hide me from any type of thinker or precog. It will limit itself to just hiding me and no other defenses, so it should fit within power classification 1-5." Great, that seems acceptable.


"Second, I want a thinker power that will allow me to reproduce the blank power into items and only the blank power, so it still fits with one charge." Yes, this is going smoothly.


"Third, I want a material creation power, only limited by volume." That works. Although a 20 cm cube might look small, it is enough for my plans.


"Fourth, I want telekinesis to assist me with tinkering. It will work like a multi-tool, so I want precision instead of power." Amazing, everything is going my way.


"Fifth, I want a power that will make me intangible, protecting me from anything physical. I doubt that this will protect me from any dimensional shenanigans, but all I need for now is to run from the mooks with guns and not from Zion."



Alright, it looks like I am done, but wait, "Can you transport me near the boat graveyard, preferably to a place where there is no one to bother me?" I ask. "Sure, that is cool with me. Oh, before I send you there, your job is not just to entertain me; you will need to find a way to kill Zion with as few casualties as possible compared to Canon."


You know that feeling of going downstairs to wash the dishes, and halfway there, your mother tells you to wash the dishes? That irritating but unavoidable feeling of vexation is what I felt when he told me to do the second part of the mission. Sure, that was part of my plan, but come on now; it just feels like work instead of something I wanted to do.


SUNDAY, MARCH 27, 2011 8:00 am



Before I could think of saying anything, I suddenly found myself lying on a dirty floor near a rather unclean-looking body of water. I got up and activated my intangibility. It seemed to be an automatic ability; I wasn't floating, but I also wasn't falling to the ground. I knew there would be some sort of background protection for the powers I possessed, but it was still cool to see it in action.


Now, I needed to find an unoccupied boat to start my plan to make the world a little better. After about five minutes of walking around and searching, I settled on one nearby that showed no signs of anyone being around it. To my untrained eyes, every single boat I looked at seemed abandoned, so either someone had done an excellent job of hiding me away, or everyone was really good at playing hide-and-seek. I didn't dwell on it too much.


It was time to start tinkering. I wanted the item to look like a bracelet and be easily adjustable for ordinary people. Since this power only allowed for one charge focused on creating an item with such significant ability, I couldn't add anything more to it. There would just be an on and off button to activate the item—nothing else. After what felt like two hours of my body moving on its own, I ended up with 22 bracelets. Why 22? One for me, one for testing, and 20 for the PRT. That's right; I'm joining the government stooges. It's simply the easiest way I could think of to help the world. If I want to do something in the future and they don't allow it, it's simple: I won't tell anyone about my manipulation power. I will sign up for the PRT with a set power, and suddenly there will be a new guy out there doing what needs to be done.


I put on one of the bracelets and activated the Tinker tech. Good, now I can deactivate one of my power slots—the blank slot is deactivated, and I'm still alive. I'll count that as a success! "Hooray!" Okay, I'm still a bit in shock, but nobody has time for that right now. It's time to upgrade my bracelet.


First, I plan to enhance my ability so that the bracelet can be surgically attached to my bones. That way, I can only remove it myself or if someone chops off my arm. It will be activated by my thoughts instead of buttons, requiring at least five commands from me before it can be deactivated. Each command will necessitate clearer cognition for activation, so there's no danger of getting drunk and accidentally disabling it. Plus, no biologically based master will be able to force me to remove it.


To be safe, I made three more upgraded bracelets, each requiring different commands. I put them on all my limbs. Now it's time to go meet the PRT.


Next, I crafted a simple-looking mask to hide my face, and that was enough of the material creation power. I decided to change that to a map function to find the PRT building. Since I was far from the graveyard, it would take me hours to walk. Definitely not ideal. Alright, let's destroy the Tinker power and create a new power to fly at high speed. With two charges, I can fly near Mach 1, and with intangibility, there will be no air resistance. I'll also add telekinesis, combining it with invisibility, and follow the map now. "Wow, wow, wow, flying is so amazing! With invisibility and intangibility, I can go anywhere unnoticed. This is incredible!" I spent a few hours just flying and gliding in the air, enjoying myself, but once I realized it was already 1 PM, I decided to cut my fun short and fly to my destination. Once I was about a 10-minute walk from the PRT building, I landed, deactivated my flight and invisibility powers, and walked out of a previously empty alley.


"Hello, you must be new here. Are you patrolling this area?" she asked. I think she hoped I was a hero. Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint her.


"Actually, I was hoping to join the PRT, and I was just walking to the building. I wasn't sure how to go about it, so I was going to ask the person at the help desk. But if you're here, can you help me with my problem?" I think I managed to shock her. She seemed frozen, and after a few seconds, she said, "... Yeah, I'm sure I can help you. Just follow me to the PRT building, and I will guide you there."


The PRT building was about two minutes away from where we were, so she introduced herself and asked me what I would like to be called. I told her, "Actually, I am new to my powers, so I haven't decided yet," which seemed to shut her up. Oh, wait, she probably thinks she just made me remember my trigger event.


Now, I need to decide what power I'm going to show the PRT before I get there. The Tinker power is one option, a precognitive power to account for my future knowledge, and the intangibility power for my protection, so let's set those up in case Armsmaster uses his lie detection tech on me.


The precognitive power will simply allow me to access the worm book in my head as a library. When I want to know something from the worm story, it will just pop into my head, including wog information and some canon and fanon info separating functions. For example, I once thought Ziz was the winged one in Pho, but that is just fanon.


"Alright, it looks like we just arrived at the building. Let's begin this process.


"Wait, are those scanners for Tinkertech?" I asked. She seemed to stiffen at my question but still responded, "Yes, those are to check for any Tinkertech that we might miss during the manual search and with the regular scanners. Do you have any Tinkertech on you?"



"Yeah, I have some items in this bag, but I also have four pieces attached to my body." When I mentioned that they were attached to me, she looked at me as if I were holding a gun to a child.


"It's not very invasive; they're just attached to my limbs," I explained. After that, she seemed calmer, though still somewhat worried, with a hint of exasperation in her eyes. She is very good at expressing her emotions with her face.



"Okay, let's wait a moment. Armsmaster will come and scan you before we begin." It wasn't even ten minutes later when a blue robot approached me, sporting a beard so straight and precise that it could serve as a better measurement tool than the metric system. "Hello, I am Armsmaster. Please stand up so I can scan your Tinkertech," he said.



As I stood up, he showed a frustrated expression and said, "It seems to be using some type of information-blocking function. I can't scan it without more specialized tools."



Stunned, I asked, "Wait, you're telling me this works on Tinkertech too?" My shock only seemed to exacerbate the situation. Miss Militia asked, "You don't know what they do?" To prevent things from escalating, I replied, "No, I made them to hide me from any Thinker, including precogs, but I didn't realize their information-blocking capabilities would also affect Tinkertech scanners." I smiled, though I might have strained a muscle doing so. Even if they couldn't see my face due to the mask, my body language didn't alleviate their apprehensive looks.



"Alright, let's go to a more private room, and you can explain as much as you can," she said, leading the way to the so-called private room. I packed my bag full of Tinkertech and followed her, with Armsmaster trailing behind us. When we arrived, she opened the door for us. I went in first, she entered last, and then she closed the door.



After we settled into seating that felt more like a criminal sitting in front of two detectives, she asked me, "Now, can you explain what the Tinkertech on your body does?"



I began to explain, "Well, I have four bracelets on me. They all share the same ability: they create a blind spot for any Thinker power. However, it seems their effects are not limited to that. When I created them, I wanted an item that would effectively hide me, so I designed them to disrupt any dimensional-based information gathering. Now that I think about it, the reason Armsmaster's scanners don't work is likely due to their heavy reliance on dimensional-based information. You can still see the bracelets and notice that they're black, but if your eyes employ any type of dimensional scanning technique, I will probably appear invisible to you."



When I finished, they fell silent for a moment. Then she asked, "That is very impressive technology. Now I'm curious why you went to such lengths to hide from Thinkers and precogs." Her question made me perk up like a five-year-old in a candy store. "Oh, well, you see, that's because my other power is that I am also a precog. However, my power seems to only show me how the world will be without my involvement, so I got the idea that if I am my own blind spot, then I am better off being everyone else's blind spot." For some reason, this kept them quiet even longer. With a voice that sounded so dead it might as well have come from a corpse, she said, "You have two powers?"



When she gave me such a wide opening, I, of course, had to take it. So, I politely and calmly said, "Actually, I have three powers, since I am also intangible to any physical thing that can harm me." I say that while moving my arm through the table to prove I have that power, if you have guessed if my face hurts by now, you would be correct, but I kept going like there is no problem." By the way, I made a duplicate of the bracelets in my bag. " I open the bag and show them 21 bracelets. "One of them is for you to test in whatever way you want; the other twenty are to be used. I am willing to stay here until you fully test the bracelets, and while I am willing to join, before I join, there is something I would like the protectorate to do, and the person hearing my demand must be wearing those bracelets, so take your time, make sure they are safe to be worn by any person, and come back. I am willing to wait if you are."

 

[Vinni_w]

OK. Blank blocks Simurgh. So two charges to conveniently f*ck the totally-not-picasso's-idea-of-bird?
Count me in.

 

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chapter 2

After a few seconds, it looks like Armsmaster gets an order from someone higher up. He says, "I'll go test the tinker tech. Miss Militia, you'll continue interviewing the cape—temporary code name, Blind Spot."


He calls it a temporary name, but honestly, I don't mind being called Blind Spot. I doubt the PR machine will let it stick, but hey—fingers crossed.


As soon as he leaves, I turn to Miss Militia and say, "I don't think he's going to like that the bracelets can hide from any dimension-based detection. His specialty is efficiency and miniaturization, and every tool he uses relies on some form of dimensional scanning."


Trying not to laugh, she replies, "I'm sure he'll figure something out. But I'd like to know more about your powers. Can you explain in more detail?"


This is where things might get tense.


"I'll explain more once you wear the bracelet. But while we wait for them to be ready, there's something more important."


My serious tone lands—she straightens up and nods. "Alright. Tell me what it's about."


Before I speak again, I switch from precognition to another power—one that subtly influences my body language to reinforce honesty.


"There's a problem with my identification. The major issue is... I don't exist."


She frowns, clearly confused. So, I elaborate.


"Out of nowhere today, I woke up near one of the boats in the boat graveyard, with an urge to build a bracelet that hides me from precogs. It seems someone temporarily removed me from their detection. That's actually why I'm willing to join the PRT—someone kidnapped me from a peaceful life and dropped me here. They seem to have the power to grant powers—or at least decide what powers someone gets when they trigger."


Before I can keep rambling, she cuts in. "You're telling me you're not from this Earth, and someone brought you here against your will?"


"Yes. And they decided I'd need tools to survive—like a precog power constantly warning me just how terrifying this death world is."


My panic isn't just for show. Sure, I was in shock for a while, but that only lasts so long. I'm in Worm, after all—a world where the average lifespan is way shorter than I'd like. Seems my new power didn't have to work hard to make me sound convincing.


"Sorry," I say, taking a breath. "As you can see, I'm not exactly in the best mindset to calmly explain everything. I know you'll want to verify what I'm saying, so feel free to ask Dragon to look me up."


I mean it—but I also enjoy the shock I keep delivering. So, I take off my mask. By the time I'm done with her, she's going to need to relearn how to do her signature eye-crinkle—this time to hide surprise instead of amusement.


"Now that you've seen my face, let me tell you a bit about who I am." I pause. "My name is Kaleab Dubale. I was born in Ethiopia, but my father brought me to Canada."


I give her my full information. While Dragon checks if I exist, I keep talking.


"I want to verify something about my precog power—because I am my own blind spot. It's hard for me to tell whether the information I get is accurate or if the person who brought me here is manipulating me. With your permission, I'd like to share some information you can verify."


She listens to her earpiece, then nods. "Alright. We'd like to test whether your precog power is accurate. Go ahead and share."


Oh, she has no idea what she just agreed to.


"One thing about my powers—they don't respect unwritten rules. I'm pretty sure I could find the home of every cape in this city if I wanted to. So don't be too shocked when I say that one of your Wards, Shadow Stalker, is actually Sophia Hess—and she nearly killed a kid on January 3rd of this year."


I told her not to be shocked, but I didn't expect her to actually pull it off. To my surprise, she just stands and starts pacing. She's probably realized by now that I'm enjoying her reactions a little too much. Maybe I should've just said I liked my mask and put it back on?


"If you're lying, you need to understand—this is serious. You could end up in prison."


Ah, another misunderstanding.


"I'm not lying. I want you to verify whether my power is real or just an illusion."


She sighs. "Look, I don't know if what you're saying is true—we'll check. But before you leave, you're signing an NDA. One that says you won't disclose any information about the Protectorate or Wards that you gained through your powers to anyone outside."


Wasn't a tough call.


"Sure, no problem. Bring the NDA, and I'll sign it. After that, we can schedule a meeting for whenever the bracelets are ready to be tested by someone else—and continue this interview then."


A few seconds later, someone walks in and hands me the paperwork. I swap out my body languge power for a thinker one that reveals hidden details in contracts. To my surprise, it's actually clean. I sign the NDA, and we set a meeting for eight days later—Monday.


Not five minutes later, I'm outside the PRT building, mask back on.


"Okay, that's done. Now what? Hmmm... this is Brockton Bay—there's always something for a hero to do."


First thing I do is activate intangibility and sink into the ground so no one can tail me. While underground, I swap my law power for a map power with two charges—one that lets me find people by name, including cape names.


I locate Bakuda.


Next, I swap out my tinker power for a mover power—one that lets me open a portal anywhere in the city. I teleport to just outside her base—still underground. No way am I walking into a bomb tinker's lair unprepared.


Then I destroy the map power and replace it with a version of Trickster's—one that teleports anyone near me to a time-stopped sub-dimension. That's right. I just inventoried Bakuda.


Afterward, I use my city-portal power to jump back to the boat graveyard. I swap that power for body paralysis—anyone within 30 meters can't move a muscle if I target them. I don't want it long-term; technically, it could be lethal. But for now, it's insurance.


I also create a truth field power. Now she can't lie. We're ready to communicate. This is one of my most powerful—yet volatile— powers in Earth Bet.


The first thing she says is, "Who the fuck are you? You better not try to rape me, you fat ass, or I'll melt you."


...Yikes.

In hindsight, considering she was kidnapped by a dragon who happens to be a rapist, I understand why her mind went there. Still, I'm shocked and offended.

"No, no, I'm not a rapist."

"That's exactly what a rapist would say."

"Look, lady, I'm not going to do anything to you. I just have questions."

"And what if I don't want to answer?"

"Honestly? I didn't plan that far. I thought I'd have a bit more time before we reached this part of the conversation."

What? It was jarring. My self-esteem feels practically two-dimensional right now.

"Can I just ask the questions first and we can figure out the rest later?"

"What are your questions?"

"Great. First one: Have you ever killed anyone before?"

"No, I haven't. Why did I answer that?"

"That's the truth field. You can't lie in here."

"How did the school hostage situation end if you didn't kill anyone?"

"Ugh. While I was holding the school hostage, I got tranquilized by one of those Protectorate bastards."

"Okay, okay. I can work with this. So here's your choice: either lose your power and go to jail, or work with me."

"You bastard! You can't take my power!"

"You have no idea what I can do. And I assure you, taking your power would be a simple procedure for me. I'll give you a few minutes to think it through."

With that, I leave to finally create a base that isn't just a rotting boat.

I swap my inventory and truth powers for a tinker power that lets me build a sub-dimension large enough to serve as a base. It takes two charges. Then, I create a matter generation power—limited only to materials required for building the sub-dimension. That takes one charge. I also swap out intangibility for super speed, which gives me movement and reflexes a hundred times faster than normal.

In less than thirty minutes, I construct a one-kilometer-wide sub-dimension, accessed through a watch-like device.

Now that I'm done, I head to my new base, which is basically a one-kilometer-wide patch of land in complete darkness. I got out of there fast, thanks to my super speed. After that, I swapped the sub-dimension power for a tinker power to create a matter synthesizer, and I finished that in less than ten minutes.

The synthesizer can produce any kind of base material and comes equipped with a built-in library of conventional technology. It's not everything, but it covers most of the essentials. Even better, it can replicate itself, so I won't have to waste any more charges on matter creation powers.

Once that was done, I returned to Bakuda—only to realize I had left her alone, paralyzed, and stuck in a pitch-black room for over thirty minutes. Let's just say… she's not exactly my biggest fan right now.


"You bastard, you left me in the dark!" she yells.

"In my defense, I really needed to tinker… and I forgot," I reply sheepishly. "But, to make it up to you: if you agree to work with me, I promise you'll never run out of bomb-making materials."

That changes the mood fast.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, unlimited resources. Any bomb. Any time."

"Come on! Be a goody two-shoes, and you could be one of the greatest tinkers in the world. Imagine: time-stop bombs big enough to freeze an Endbringer, time-reversal bombs to heal any wound, maybe even revive the recently dead. Everyone will know the name Bakuda—the Bomb Thinker."

I think I just saw her drool. I win.

"Alright, I'm willing to work with you. But first, let me move again!"

She screamed that last part. I don't blame her.

"Where do we even start? Don't tell me this is our base," she groans.

She's not wrong—it's a dump.

"Don't worry. I've got a sub-dimension with a little problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"Well... it's a giant dark space with no buildings or lights. Just a one-kilometer patch of land. I'll fix it later."

I press the button to open the portal to the sub-dimension, just to show her how dark it is.

 

[Tta160]

So mc has eidolon power but with 5 power without weakening himself.

 

[Raphiel]

"Come on! Be a goody two-shoes, and you could be one of the greatest tinkers in the world. Imagine: time-stop bombs big enough to freeze an Endbringer, time-reversal bombs to heal any wound, maybe even revive the recently dead. Everyone will know the name Bakuda—the Bomb Thinker."

Click to shrink...

This will backfire. She will enjoy the glory, she will not enjoy you being her higher power. I suggest trying to get a power to eliminate the conflict drive, a thinker power to evaluate her new psychological state, and finally determine whether you still want to keep her on board or steal her power.

 

[loudlistner]

So mc has eidolon power but with 5 power without weakening himself.

So mc has eidolon power but with 5 power without weakening himself.

Click to shrink...

no one charge only gives a power with a rating of up to 5, powers like intangability
2 = 7 blank braclet making tinker but it is upgraded to be able to have more security
3 = 9
4 = 11
5 =12+ what marvel considers omega level mutants
that is why some powers were taking two charges
powers are not entirely orderd by how powerful they are they are also ordered by their limitation e.g reality manipulation with one charge will be able change reality in harmless ways with an area of just the mc so change this cane to blue it looks blue but only to the mc reality manipulation with all the charges is Legion or Phoenix
mc will try no to use any power on such scale I have not decided why he doesn't just fix earth bet with a snap but he technically can and end this story

 

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"What? When you said it was empty, you weren't kidding. This place doesn't even have a light source," Bakuda muttered, her voice thinning as she looked into the subdimension.

"What did you want me to do, make a fucking sun?" I shot back. "The light will come from inside the buildings. I'll make some drones to begin construction."

Actually... that's not a bad idea. Now's the perfect time to show off. She said she wanted to work with me, but I don't buy it—not even if she didn't know That the truth field was turned off when she said it. which means I need to earn her loyalty—or at least her curiosity.

"Actually, let's begin. Watch me mold the future of our base." I say dramatically, striding over to the tinker's wet dream —the matter synthesizer I still haven't named.

I trigger my super speed power and swap my tinker specialization to drones. That alone should be enough... but I'm feeling flashy. I narrow the specialization to construction drones. With that tweak, I can integrate the matter synthesizer directly into them, meaning they can make anything—as long as they've got blueprints and the right tools.

Which, you know, they can now print on demand.

Bakuda's voice cuts through my focused blur. "Hey, hey, hey, what in all hell was that? You were moving so fast I could barely see you! And what did you just make?"

Oh. Right. I have no way of stopping her from running off and spilling secrets. That's a problem for future me. And frankly, that guy sucks. Screw him.

I wave it off. "Oh, that? Just some equipment that mimics powers. That one gave me super speed—makes me about a hundred times faster, in both movement and reaction."

I say it like it's no big deal. I'm not going to go full paranoid and hide every little trick from her, but she's not getting anything about power manipulation if I can help it.

"You're telling me you've got thinkertech that replicates other people's powers? Are you serious? That's insane!"

Oh no. Mrs. Misunderstanding is back. "There's no way," she continues. "It either has insane limitations, or you're a power tinker."

Ugh. Earlier today you almost got me shot by Miss Militia. Now you're letting a volatile bomb tinker sniff around the edges of one of my biggest secrets. I need to distract her—fast.

This is what I get for trying to cooperate with someone who was acing college courses while I was failing my first gen-ed. "Hey, instead of that... why don't I let you use the matter synthesizer to make any bomb you want? Just call me when you're ready to test it. After all, what guy doesn't love a big boom?"

That gets her attention. She scurries off, clearly thrilled. Excellent. She'll be busy for a while, and I've got my own work to do.

The drones will take at least a full day to build a proper base, even with the synthesizer. But right now, they're missing one crucial thing: coordination.

Without a virtual intelligence to manage them, they'll fly in circles like confused bees.

First, I have the synthesizer build me a high-end computer—something beefy enough to host a VI. I still don't want to build a true AI—too much ethical mess. But a VI? That's fine. It can't think for itself, but it'll mimic sentience well enough to run a facility.

This is my first time using a three-charge power. I could've made a VI with one, maybe two, but with three? It'll multitask like a god, manage the whole subdimension, and run the base like it's playing SimCity on cheat codes.

I make sure it can't gain free will—that's the line I won't cross.

Also, I give it full access to the matter synthesizer's blueprint library. Because if I'm going to delegate, I'm going to delegate hard.

I press the activation button. "Hello, Vas. That's your new designation. Tell me your operational status."

(V.A.S.—Virtual Assistant Sally). I really don't want to get attached to it

"Hello, Operator. All systems are functioning at full capability."

"Do you have access to the library?"

"Yes, Operator. The matter synthesizer's blueprint library is available to me."

"Good. Build me a base of operations for tinkering inside the subdimension."

"I shall begin construction immediately."

A swarm of drones floats into the void. Finally, something's going my way.

So... what now?

I think about the Undersiders. Recruiting them might be fun. But honestly, I'm not in the mood to deal with chaotic teenager energy right now.

I just want to chill. Watch TV. Maybe nap.

"Vas," I call out. "Make me a sofa and a TV connected to all publicly available channels."

Soon enough, I'm lounging on my newly made couch, flipping through channels.

Peace.
i just veg out for a few hours, relaxing, and my TV interrupts me with Lung about to burn a city block

Figures.

Honestly, I should've seen this coming. Classic Brockton Bay.

I've got two options. One, teleport to him, use a long-range power-canceling ability, and drop him into a regular prison. Or two...

Let Bakuda take a shot.

He did kidnap her. He probably didn't do anything too vile, but he's still a rapist with a history—and she has every right to want a little payback.

I head to her workshop and knock near the entrance. She doesn't respond with a bomb this time, which is a miracle.

"Hey," I say. "Lung's out there lighting up the city. Want to get involved? If not, I'll just steal his power and hand him over to the cops. Can you imagine? Lung, powerless, locked in a normal prison. His rep? Dead."

She pauses, then says, "That bastard kidnapped me. Almost tortured me into working for him. I want my piece of flesh."

"Alright. I'll take his power. You drop a bomb on him—non-lethal. I want humiliation, not martyrdom. Make it a show. You in?"

She grumbles but agrees. Good enough.

"Cool. Prep your bombs. I'll bring the helmet."

I swap my VI specialization again—this time for crafting a power extraction helmet. My first attempt is way too bulky and slow, so I toss two more charges into it. That makes it compact, fast, and able to store up to three powers.

Perfect.

I use the synthesizer and my super speed to build the helmet in record time. Before Bakuda gets back, I switch to a costume-crafting specialization. I whip up two sleek, durable outfits—one for me, one for her.

Then, I switch again—this time the tinker to a shaper power with three charges—and morph my body to fit the suit. This shapeshifter power even records my original biological state, so I can snap back later if things get weird.

It feels weird. But not enough to stop me.

I reduce the shaper power to one charge—slower changes, but it keeps the record function. Then I toss those two charges into a power-canceling field with a targeting function and finally swap super speed for the city-scale portal power.

Helmet? Check.

Suits? Check.

Bakuda? Armed.

Lung? About to have the second-worst day of his life too bad he won't get to second-trigger.

Let's go ruin a reputation. It took her five minutes to gather up everything, and when I told her to wear the costume made for her, she looked at me weirdly.

"I am not getting in that thing if you pay me."

"What is wrong with it?"

"Simple. It looks like I am a cartoon character."

While my artistic skills might be questionable, I will never admit that to someone who wore a bomberman costume while terrorizing a city: "We are trying to humiliate Lung here; the more silly we look, the better."

"I am just going to wear normal clothes and a mask. You go there with a silly costume and take his power. I will then come when things settle down, and I don't need any type of protection." She makes it sound like I want to stay with her.

"Alright i will take care of it and you can swoop in take the credit and make hiis day just that much worse " I say that opening a portal a few blocks from where the rapist dragon is throwing his tantrum he has yet to get to the point of being un controllable but he has his scales and is spittin fire balls. Lets go this is going to last a few seconds with my current setup.

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Chapter 4 The Dragon, Dethroned

I walk through the portal and use another one to get to a closer building. I then use the power-cancelling field on him, making him lose his power and shrink to a normal human. I changed my portal power to a telekinesis power that can lift a car with one charge to keep him from running away. After walking closer to him, I hear him say,

"Who the fuck are you? I am going to kill you."

I just keep getting closer, and he gets louder.

"When I am done with you, you will beg to be dead."

"Can you shut up? I don't want to have a conversation with a rapist. I have standards," I say while using the telekinesis power to shut his mouth. I realize I forgot to deactivate Oni Lee's power, but he is not here yet, so I will just make it so that my power auto-cancels any other power when it enters my range. That should take care of the serial bomber. I then put the helmet on top of the rapist's head and activate the power steal function. It took less than a second for me to permanently depower Lung the Dragon of Kyushu, or as I like to call him, Chew Toy, aka Beat Up to Show Your Character Is OP. I mean, this guy goes from triggering by a heart attack because Contessa drowns him in drugs to almost dying by drowning in the ocean when Leviathan left him in the water, and after going through so much, he gets put in a pit for over a year only to come here and be a big deal and then lose to a bug girl on her first day. He really has shit luck. I am not going to feel sorry for the wasted potential that is a kiju reduced to a rapist, but still.

When I was done with the power extraction, I removed the helmet from the mumbling bitch that is Lung and remade the city portal power with the one charge left and the now destroyed shaper power. If I can't handle my new body, I will just remake the shaper power with more charges to reverse me back even if it doesn't have a record of how my body should have been.

I make a portal, and Bakuda comes out of it as she promised with just a mask and normal clothing.

"Well, Lung, anything to say?" When I heard her voice, the first thing I thought was her smile might hurt her face. Lung just mumbles. I decide to remove part of the telekinesis. If she wants to talk to him, why should I stop her?

"I will kill you both. You think you are safe just because you put me in prison? I will show you how wrong you are soon enough."

"You want to tell him, or should I do it?" I ask.

"I really want to be the one to tell him." Ugh, what I don't do for a redemption arc!

"Ok, but wait, I want to record this." I then contact Vas by opening the subdimension: "Hey, Vas, I want you to make a drone with the best camera you can add to it and bring it out here."

"Of course, sir, just give me a moment," comes a voice from the portal, and not ten seconds later, there is a floating drone recording the entire thing.

I look right at the camera and start, "Hello, hello, everybody. You may call me Tinker E, and this is my partner…" You know, I have been calling her Bakuda, but she did not tell me that, nor did she tell me her real name, so I whispered to her, "This is where you introduce yourself."

"Ugh, you can call me Bakuda. I am the greatest tinker in the world." She screamed, and I was proud.

I whisper to Lung, "You know the ego could use some trimming, but I really think she could do it and be one of the greats, like on the same level as Hero, if not Drogon. I can't wait to see how far she goes."

"She will burn and crush like every other bitch in this city." He did not have the same self-control as me, and so she heard him. Well, good luck, fuckboy; you are not going to have a great time now.

"Did you just insult me? I will show you what I got, you son of a bitch rapist." She picks one of her bombs, and to my utter surprise, she actually made one to be silly.

She throws it at him, and it removes all his clothes in a magical girl transformation but cuts it halfway. "Well, let's hope nobody else is here to get traumatized. I can see why you become a rapist; there is no way you could pull a girl with your equipment." He just keeps screaming in burning rage… without the burning part.

She did not stop. Bakuda used another bomb, and this one made his dick inverted in real time. Alright, time to stop this.

"Ok, that is enough. We still want him to be recognizable for the law to deal with him. Remember, humiliation is the name of the game."

"Tch, fine, I will not use any more on him."

"Let's just call the port and finish this." I call 911 because I don't know if the PRT has its own emergency phone number.

"Hello, this is 911. What is your emergency?"

"Me and my teammate are new capes, and we have Lung in custody. Can you help us contact the PRT?"

"Sir, if this is a prank call, you will get arrested."

"I promise this is not a prank. Can you just redirect me to the PRT?"

"Alright, wait a moment, please."

A few seconds later, "Hello, this is the PRT. What is your emergency?"

"Me and my teammate are new capes, and we have Lung in custody. Can you send someone to take him from us, maybe Armsmaster with his lie detector, because that might be required for him to believe us?"

"I will send the nearest cape. If Armsmaster is required, he will arrive a little bit later."

"Ok, thank you very much."

We waited there, talked about some random stuff, shut Lung's mouth with telekinesis, and waited for the hero to come. The problem is that the first person to get here is a teleporting Ash clone. He teleported behind me. I think he wanted to cut my neck and teleport away, but I held him with telekinesis, and the power cancellation field took care of the teleporting thing. After the interruption, I took his mask off and made him wear the helmet, took his power, and put the mask on again. He was not complaining, just struggling, but I guess that is what ego death does to you.

After waiting a little longer, Battery and Assault arrived. I immediately whitelisted them for the power cancellation field, but I think they may have noticed. Still, the answer is deny, deny, deny.

When they get close to us, I start by introducing us: "Hello, heroes of our fair city, you may call me Tinker E, and this is my partner on her redemption arc, Bakuda."

"I am not on a redemption arc!"

"Let's agree to disagree." Assault is smirking; it's always a good time to make someone happy.

"You called PRT saying you managed to capture Lung. Is that him?" battery was more serious and to the point

"Yes, but unlike how this normally should go, instead of just capturing him and giving him to you, we have decided to deal with him in a more permanent way." They got tense, so I kept talking a little faster. "Don't worry, I don't mean kill him. I have come to the understanding you frown upon such action, although I don't know how you manage to convince yourself that this rapist sex slaver is a human and not a monster. I am not here to judge; instead, what we did here is remove his power permanently. From this point on, even if you were to lose him in transport or anything like that, he will not be harmful to as many people as he used to." That did not help their tension.

"Wait, are you telling me you can remove someone's power permanently?" Assault was not smiling anymore.

"Yes, now that he doesn't have a theoretical value as an endbringer fighter, you can actually punish him instead of, you know, letting him be. This is what we will do to any of the vile monsters in this city—not kill them, just remove their so-called deserved gift." I then look to Battery and say, "I know you think it is hilarious that they get one bad day and they go around making it everyone's problem."

"As for the credit, you may give it to Bakuda. After all, if it were not for her, I probably would not have removed him from this city."

"You want them to give me the credit."

"Think of it as a reward for becoming a better human. I will show you just how good it feels to be good." I then open a portal to the boat base and walk through it while leaving the heroes dumbfounded.

 

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Chapter 5 – "Freedom, Pizza, and New Beginnings"

"That was amazing. Did you see his expression when I inverted his dick? He has a useless pocket pussy now. He will remember me every time he tries to piss, yes." She is so happy that it is contagious.

"I know, right? It was super, and the heroes just being baffled is now a core memory." The adrenaline is still hitting me. Wow, it is amazing.

I breathe out and say, "Vas, tell me when the base is going to be done."

"The base will be complete by 8:23 am tomorrow, sir."

"What about two bedrooms with at least one bed in them?"

"That part is completed. The tinker labs will take a longer time, so I decided it would be optimal if they were to be completed last."

"Fucking great, I am going to pass out after dinner back Do you want to eat together, or do you want your alone time?"

"What is there to even make?"

"The drones can materialize almost any type of matter they want. You think they can't make food?" I say with a smile.

"You are kidding; they can create biological matter, alright. Vas, make me the cheesiest pizza you can."

"Of course, Ms. Bakuda. What would you like, Mr. E.?"

"Same thing but with as much pepperoni as possible, and I mean I don't want to see the cheese level of pepperoni," I say with glee so apparent that Bakuda looks weirded out. But Vas did not complain, and both our pizzas were completed in a few seconds.

While we are beginning with the food, I look at Bakuda and say, "So my name is Kaleab Dubale. What about you? I don't know anything about you."

"You could just ask Vas, and it would give you any information you want, right?"

"Correct, but one of the perks of being a good guy is that I at least respect your privacy; therefore, I won't ask Vas any such thing, so please feel at ease and introduce yourself, or if you don't feel like it, I can just look at the TV while eating my food."

"I would like to keep my face hidden."

I just picked up the TV remote and turned my chair towards it, opened the TV, and just watched what was available. "So, anything you want to tell me doesn't have to be personal, just to get to know each other, like what is your favorite TV show?"

"Man, I don't know why you want to know about me. I might not even pull through this hero thing. Sure, it felt nice when I used my bomb on Lung, but that was just because he kidnapped me, and the credit is not going to do shit for me. The PRT probably knows me already, and there is no way they would just ignore I held an entire college hostage."

"Ha, they could kill many of the worst villains out there, but they don't because they need meat for the endbringers. They let the likes of Lung live, and all he has is turning into a big Kaiju with no all-or-nothing effect. He is as useful to killing an endbringer as a random normal person is, but you—you can make black hole bombs, time stop bombs, and many, many other exotic bombs. You are one of the most lethal thinkers out there. If they saw even a little of what you can truly do, they would kiss your toes, so don't worry, you are safe from the PRT. And as for the good feeling, as amazing as revenge is, being praised for your good deed feels so much better. If you take pride in your work, there are heroes out there who do it for the ego, and for those heroes, no amount of praise is going to do anything. You need to make sure you like doing it first, and then the praise will enhance that feeling. If you don't want to do it, I am sure we can come up with something else, but I want you to at least give being a good person a chance, please."

I think my sincerity managed to calm her down; she was not saying anything. We keep quiet and watch the TV; it doesn't have to be awkward. After finishing our pizza, I decided to go to my room and she to hers. The rooms were bland; I mean, VAS is just a VI, but still, there is no paint either. Oh well, all I asked for was a bed. I lie on the comfortable bed. Whoo! VAS might not be able to understand fashion, but with its access to the internet, it can easily make some of the best-rated beds by following its process, even if it does not understand that the grey bed on the opposite side of the window without sunlight is not cool. Oh well, I am going to sleep now.

Monday, March 28, 2011, morning

I always like to sleep enough so that when I wake up, I just open my eyes and don't have to stretch or yawn or feel tired in any way. It is one of the best feelings I have encountered in my adult life.

I lay on the bed for a little bit, just looking at the ceiling. Oh well, time to wake up, but I need new clothes. I will bring Vas and ask for a phone with internet access. Once it makes one for me, I pick clothes that feel nice, and the drone synthesizes them to fit me. It was just a T-shirt and sweatpants. I left the room and asked one of the floating drones to make me breakfast: eggs and bacon. It tasted great. I love the feeling of self-sufficiency I had not experienced much in my previous life.

"What to do today? Oh, wait, I want to upload the video. I want the villains to be afraid. Vas, bring one drone to me." A drone comes next to me in a few seconds. I asked it to make me a good laptop and transfer the video of Lung losing his power. Don't edit anything; just add before the video begins, "Hello, villains of this fair city. Once this information is proven by the PRT, I am coming for all of you who don't know how to work with society. I do not mean the bank robbers, but those of you that kill and pillage, rape and ruin. I want you to know I will make all of your so-called deserved power disappear. You are not safe." I then ask Vas if Bakuda is awake, and he tells me no, she is still asleep, so I will wait until she wakes up by herself before I ask her if she wants to add to the video.

Until she wakes up, I will just watch some random TV shows. While I am just sitting and watching TV, Bakuda wakes up and is still wearing the same clothes as last night. "Hey, why are you still wearing those dirty clothes?"

"Because it is the only cloth I have, I need to go to the store."

I am dumbfounded. "You could just ask Vas to make you any clothes you want. Just use a phone to research what type of cloth you want and order it to recreate it to fit you."

"Am I allowed to use the drone for something like that?" she asked in a low voice.

"Bakuda, I want you to understand that you are free. This is not some probation; you can do anything you want. I am treating you like you are a new hero and not a villain in disguise. If you do something horrible in the future, it will be my fault, and I will give the appropriate reaction, but until then, do what you want. Use the drone to make yourself new clothes and new foods. Paint and decorate your room as much as you want; you can use VAS with no limitation." I want her to choose to be good by herself. As for the conflict drive, I am sure we can nudge it to fighting bad guys like every other heroic natural trigger, and if that can't be done, I should be able to make a power to fix it.

"Alright, fine, I will give it a genuine try. Thanks for the chance."

"Ok, cool. Hey, do you want to add to the video? I told the rest of the villains that I am coming for the ones that don't know how to live in society. If there is something you would like to add or change, just tell Vas to make the changes, and then we will post it on Pho and other websites to make sure it does not get removed."

"Yeah, I will see about that later. Now to change clothes and eat breakfast," she said, going back to her room.

Ok, what to do today? Oh, wait, there is Panacea. Maybe I can help her. I could probably make some type of healing tinkertech, but that would probably annoy the PRT, and it would need testing. Still, I could have her be the one to test it. I will go with that, and if the PRT tries to say no to it for a stupid reason, future me will deal with it.

I got up from my sofa and shut off all my powers and made a new one. This one will be used to make a tinkertech that can heal an area like an AOE spell. I will need to add multiple charges to it. First, I need it to have a self-repair function to stop the degradation and someone wanting to destroy it, and then the scanning to figure out what the problem is. Now, do I use shaper-like power to fix the problem or just matter manipulation? If I go with shaper, it will only work on biological matter, but I don't want it to fix clothes and technology, so it would be best if I used a shaper-like effect to make it work. When extra biomass is required, I will add the matter synthesizer, but it will be limited to just biological matter. If more is required, like an exotic body type is in the field, it will ask for permission from VAS, and VAS will tell me to make the decision. This is a big power with very little restriction, so it will require me four charges, and I want to take my time since Panacea will probably be in school until late afternoon, so I won't use my last charge for super speed. I will instead just go into a fugue-like state, even if my power doesn't require me to go into one to make the tinkertech. I then ask Vas where my tinker room is and if it made one for Bakuda. I got the answer I was hoping for.

"I have made two tinker rooms for both you and Miss Bakuda. If you would like more, you only have to ask."

"Great, lead the way to mine. If they are not designated, lead me to the closer one, and also call Backuda and tell her I am going to go on a fugue, so don't interrupt me unless there is an emergency, and as for what can be considered an emergency, just ask Backuda, or if any of our lives are somehow threatened."

"Yes, sir, this drone will lead you to where the lab is located, and I will inform Bakuda of your decision."

"Ah, I almost forgot to tell Backuda that when she is done with the video, she can upload it; she does not have to wait for my permission." I am coming to the realization that while Backuda has an immense ego, it is also damaged, and she thinks that she might be a prisoner. I want her to break out of such a mind state, so I will give her as much freedom as I can. Hopefully, it won't bite me, but I have to remember that I am a human and should never go to destroy the sanctity of another's freedom and mind unless I don't have a choice.

 

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Chapter 6 – "The Weight of Miracles"

After arriving in my tinker room, I asked Vas to keep the drone here to synthesize the matter I require for building the heal field projector. Yes, that is what I will call it, the H.F.P. Right after starting, I notice that it is completed and the room is far messier than expected. Oh well, the drones can clean it up. The problem is the H.F.P. is room-sized equipment, as in it would fit in a room, but the room would have to be built around it, so that is not going to work.

"Well, it is alright. I will just change my power to one stupid thing to upgrade Tinkertech by miniaturizing and increasing efficiency—basically Armsmaster's power—but I want this thing to fit in my palm, so I will need to enhance it. I will use four charges, and that should do it." With my preparation over, it was time to go back to my fugue-like state, and right after getting close to the machine, it disappeared, and there was a box on the table. I am guessing that was the tech. Now to make more of it.

"Vas, come over here."

"Yes, sir, what would you like help with?"

"Scan this tinkertech and make a copy of it. I want five more."

"It shall be done. The scan indicates the subdimentional folding in this tech will make it so that the matter synthesizer will take a few minutes to recreate one copy while I use different drones to make multiple copies at once. Would you like to have some food? It is now 5:43 pm."

"I guess you are right. While the copies are being made, I will eat firfir, the Ethiopian dish. Make sure to add butter and jalapeño pepper." Oh, I can't wait to eat firfir. It always ends up with too much water when I make it. My dad was the best at making firfir… Well, now I just miss them. Fuck, I really am alone. This is horrifying. Calm down, Kaleab, you will be fine. You have godlike power. What could go wrong? Ha, fuck you, future me. One day you're going to die, and it is because of all the things I say now, probably hit by a meteor or some shit. Alright, let me wash my hands and get ready to eat.

"Vas, please call back Uda unless she is busy."

"Currently, Backuda is watching pho reactions to the video she posted about Lung losing his power. Would that count as busy?"

"Actually, I will watch. Pho, too. Let me just wash my hands first."

After cleaning up, I followed the drone to where Bakuda is. After all, this base is massive, and the only one that knows everything about it is Vas. Before getting in the room, I say, Hey, Bakuda, I am about to enter. If you don't have a mask on, wear one." I say, and then I wait until she tells me I can come in. Soon I see Bakuda focusing on a laptop, and I call out to her.

"Hey, so are you hungry, or did you already eat?"

"I haven't eaten since breakfast. I was tinkering, and then I came here to watch people's reactions to the video I posted. It has not even been a full day, and there are more than ten pages of posts with more threads being started."

"Alright, go wash your hands. I am going to surprise you with a food from my culture. We can just project the screen on the wall or just use the TV to look at photos while Vas scrolls through us."

"You are going to get fat again if you are this lazy," she says mockingly, and I start to smile, realizing she is starting to relax.

"Don't work. I got TinkerTech for everything. How do you think I changed my body before fighting Lung? If I get fat again, I will just change my body just like that," I said with a snap at the end.

"That does not help your laziness; soon, even if you can, you won't get out of the sofa."

"Har dee har, we will see how much you will use the technology here when you feel even more at home." She took a minute to wash her hands and come back. By then I asked Vas to open the phone on the TV for us to read through and laugh together.

"So what is this food you've been bragging about?"

"Vas, make two plates of firfir and another plate of enjera."

"Yes, sir, it is ready." It did not take it twenty seconds to make everything.

"Cool, ok, you can eat this by ripping a piece of the injera and using it to hold the firfir in your hand." I show her how to eat it, and the smell was so divine I was salivating.

"Ohh yes, this is how it is supposed to taste. It is glorious."

"Oh, calm down, you are just exaggerating." She then started to eat like I showed her. "Hum, ok, it is not that bad."

"Ha, I knew it. There is nobody in this world that can resist the taste of good food." While enjoying our food, I began to read the phone posts on the screen.

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Tinker E (Original Poster) (Unverified Cape)

Posted on Mar 28th, 2011:

Ok, everyone, I am the new tinker on the block. I believe my teammate Bakuda and I have done something worth a post, so we would like to see your reactions. Here is the link to the video.

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►Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

There is no way this is real. I will check my sources to make sure, but if this is real and now there is a way to permanently depower someone without killing them, it will be massive news.




►Aloha

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

Well, this is a surprise. I hope it is real. A good enough equalizer like this would make things better, but this is also Earth Bet, and that place is Brockton. I am not getting my hopes up unless I see a few more villains lose their power, and even then, there is only one of the helmet. It can't be used everywhere.





►White Fairy (Veteran Member)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

@Bagrat, Come back with your results soon; we need to know if this is accurate. And what about the PRT? Do you guys have something to say? Is this thing real? Did Lung really lose his power? Come on, you have to tell us.




►XxVoid_CowboyxX

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

Oh, it is beginning. The end has come. A new Tinker that can remove the powers of other capes—that is endgame bullshit. He must have been working with Cauldron. He steals the powers, and they sell them. That is how they have been able to do it this whole time.




►Antigone

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

Shut up, Void. We already know you are crazy; we don't need that transferred to us too.




►Tin_Mother (Moderator) (Newfoundland Survivor)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

I have looked at the video and decided it violates multiple PHO policies, like no explicit pictures. While I will let the thread continue, if anyone would like to watch the video, find it on other websites. The link will lead to nowhere.




►AverageAlexandros (Cape Husband)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

Ahh, Brockton Bay doing Brockton Bay shit. At least one r**p dragon is gone, and the world already looks a little bit better. If this turns out wrong and he comes back, fuck Tinker E




►kisers'sboy (Banned)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

User has been temporarily banned 14 days for this post.

Rules clearly state to not post any hate speech. - Tin_Mother




►Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

Alright, everyone, I have done my research, and what I got is this: last night, assault and battery came in with two prisoners. They were wearing Lung's and Oni Lee's masks, but Lung was awake, and he was not rampaging, so that says something already, but it does not prove it is a permanent loss. There has never been anyone that can steal powers permanently without killing. Even Glaistig Uaine has to kill her victims. The PRT is doing checks to make sure the effect is permanent, and they should be able to complete the tests by the third day. If by the third day there is no sign of them regaining their powers, then the PRT will just acknowledge that it is permanent.




►Laotsunn (Kyushu Survivor)

Replied on Mar 28th, 2011:

I hope this is permanent. That horrid lizard has been a stain on the honor of the kuyush. Oh, I fought an endbringer. No, bitch, you survived an endbringer like everyone else. He was just a coward. If he had at least kept going to endbringer fights, even if he acknowledged they were hopeless, I would respect that, but no, he would rather act like a r****t dragon of the Middle Ages. So disappointing.

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It was still early, so there were no real outrages because everyone was expecting it to be temporary. Once time passes and everyone realizes this is not a joke on them, that is when the show will really begin. I can't wait to see it all.
"Soon the world will know your name. I hope you are ready; it will be a heavy pressure," I say jokingly.

"You think a little pressure from some random people will make me crumble? They will see what I do when I want them to see."

"Ok, ok, don't talk with your mouth full, or you will die before you get any recognition back. You're the best tinker in the world, defeated by cocking food." When I said that, she started laughing, her face went red, and she threw a pillow on my face near my foot. Oh, this means war. I don't care if she is a bomb tinker; this girl is going to get a pie to the face before she sleeps tonight.

"Alright, I am done with my food. Now tell me how it tasted."
"It was not bad; I liked it. Next time we will be eating something my mother used to make; I will tell Vas how to make it." "Cool, cool, Can't wait to taste your food. I am sure it will be a great surprise." While we were reading and eating, time seemed to pass fast. It was already 6:22, so I better go to the hospital if I want to meet our resident biomancer.

"Ok, I will need to go to the hospital. I want to have Panacea test a Tinkertech for me. If it all works out, I should be able to help her soon.""What does she need help with? Isn't she already one of the biggest heroes around?"


"Okay, while this is a bit private, I don't want you to end up like she is right now, so I will tell you the bare minimum. Panacea is a type of hero who does what she does not for ego or because she wants to, but because she believes she has to. If she isn't healing someone, it means one person who needs her help is dying. Yes, it's a very bad habit, and you probably won't make the same mistake, mostly because your problem is quite the opposite. Still, it's something you should be aware of: never take on more responsibility than you can handle. If you find yourself in a situation where you have to shoulder such responsibility, call someone and talk to them. Even if they can't help carry the burden, just being able to talk about it helps."


"Alright, goodbye. I am going to the hospital," I say as I open a portal to the outside. Now how do I get there? I can do the city portal thing again, combined with a map. Why fix something that isn't broken? I then destroy the upgrade power I was using and remake the map and portal power. It tells me that Amy—and no, Panacea is still in the hospital healing someone.


How should I contact her? If I go through the front door, I doubt they would just let me meet the best healer in the world just because I ask. I'll use one of the charges for flight, just enough to make me fly three times faster than I can run. Good enough. I then create a portal to a back alley near the hospital she's in; surprisingly, it's not Brockton Bay General. Oh well, time to meet my hero. Just kidding—I already know she is flawed, so I won't be crushed by disappointment.