As my mind raced, activating the overthinker ability, piecing together fragments from my past, I desperately searched for a loophole - a way to enter this high-profit business without drastically altering the future too much. Was it already too late for such contemplations?I checked today's date, searched the information from my past memories through the date, and everything about the canned factory and Karen, collecting every piece of information within a year about them.Breaking the silence, I ventured, “Karen, while your manager and his team tally the best prices for me and calculate my purchase, how about we engage in a more personal discussion? I have a business proposal that might interest you.”Karen responded with uncertainty, evident in the hesitation displayed through her body language. Her beautiful eyes and pink lips betrayed her tentative demeanor as she sat in her office suite.In a more persuasive tone, I continued, “If you’re open to hearing me out, I'm prepared to i

In a heartbeat, I teleported to the storage room in Dallas city, it was underground of the highest building in Dallas. Frantically, I emptied all items from my space storage, the sounds of items clattering to the ground echoing off the walls as one of the canned food’s box opened and fell. Without a moment's delay, I teleported back to the gate where a horde of beasts was surging out, their roars filling the air with a primal fury.The big trap hole had been filled in mere minutes by their bodies, and now, beasts were pouring from the gate, their massive forms starting to congest the road. Hovering near the gate in my Iron Man costume, I manipulated the space around me to ensnare the beasts, pulling them into my space storage, which sprawled out like an immense soccer field beneath us.However, in just a few minutes, my space storage reached its brim, teeming with creatures, leaving no room for even one more beast. And yet, the beasts kept surging from the gate, their numbers flooding

Maria's once pretty face twisted into a mask of irritation, her voice dripping with incredulity, "Do you want to be dead?""No, I want to be loved by you," I responded spontaneously, my expression serious."Listen, kid," Maria's gaze pierced through me, her disappointment palpable, "I don't love you.""It's okay. As long as I love you, that's enough," I replied, my smile trying to bridge the chasm between us.Maria's eyebrows knitted together, a storm of anger and irritation brewing in her eyes. "I don't want to be loved by anyone whose bank account is less than $100 million. Now, go away."I stepped aside, watching Maria return to her work, taking note of the people in our group. As the last person in our group reported and left, leaving her standing alone, I seized the moment. With a determined stride, I approached her again and presented my smartphone."What?" she snapped, her irritation flaring anew at my persistence."That's my bank account," I said, a hint of pride in my voice,

Detective Keaton looked at me, his eyes weary and filled with resignation. He sighed dejectedly, “Or else... I will beg to take a loan from you…”I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing in the stale air, “Hahahah…” He was really like the Keaton I knew in the past. “Has the price of $100,000 for each superhuman you send to the laboratory not been enough for you?”His expression shifted to one of shock, “How do you know that too?” He paused, confusion etching his features. “And it's $25,000, not $100,000.”“It is $100,000; you should check your broker’s son's bank account. He lied to you,” I countered, my voice steady as I took out my smartphone. I navigated through my banking app and, after confirming the transaction, slid it back into my pocket. “I have transferred $5 million to your account.”“Where did you send it?” Keaton asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. His smartphone buzzed with a notification; he hastily took it out, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of $5 m

Sakura was perched uncomfortably on the edge of a truck seat, rumbling from the survivors' camp toward Virginia City. She shared the space with other ability users destined for an academy and some women eager to explore job opportunities at a place called Eden Guild. Clutching a well-thumbed brochure, Sakura's eyes scanned its promises repeatedly, her mind swirling with fear. What if this new life forced her into slavery?The harsh reality of a post-apocalyptic world left her with little choice. Sakura's parents were gone, swallowed by the chaos, leaving her adrift in survivor camps where desperation and lawlessness reigned. Once celebrated as a school beauty and magazine model, she now felt vulnerable, a shadow of her former self, with nothing but her resolve to shield her.Determined to reclaim some strength and independence, Sakura knew she had to venture out and carve a path for herself.As the truck groaned to a halt at the Academy, Sakura gazed out at the imposing structure. Its