Her face turned instantly rosy. Because of her fair skin, the change was evident.She averted her face while smiling shyly. Her flowing hair moved, revealing her graceful white neck. It all immediately stole my heart.She suddenly stood up to leave, unaware that my hand moved to stop her. Because I still wanted to be with her, wanted her to stay close to me.But my hand aiming to touch her shoulder missed its mark and grabbed her shawl instead.Her face blushed again, and she quickly fled. As a result, her shawl slipped off and stayed with me.I successfully stole her shawl."Ooouuuuuhhh..." said the men who witnessed the scene."I feel like pouncing on her," said one man."So sweet," said another.Many immediately cheered."She's mine," I said firmly, "no one is allowed to touch her."Everyone fell silent, not daring to continue."Indra, the King," said a thin man, wearing glasses and his hair clearly not following any model, he approached me hesitantly, "Bonus, that..." he stammered
The tower is also called the Tower of Babel. A tower that also serves as a monument to human power.As evidence that humans are the rulers of all existence. Humans reign over the gods and all of existence.Only God remains above humans, nothing else. And humans begin to plan to 'dominate' God. From that tower, a machine will continuously guess the name of God and send vibrations directly with that name to the Source of all light and creation.With the goal of awakening Him or... finding His true name.*** 1000 years later.I wake up in the morning and then go to turn on a small speaker in front of me. The vibrating sound in front of me increases all the energy in my body and makes me feel comfortable and full of energy.Maintaining health and energy is something that must be continuously done. I then check some data. It seems the military is unable to penetrate a place that is above dimension 365. They say that place is heav
Awake from the regression, I still feel this whole life is not real. The journey of the soul, I sigh. I am thinking later to regress till the beginning of everything, maybe I can meet my Creators.The next day, with the help of overthinkers ability, I write down all the theory of Babel’s technologies.It's about a thousand years of technology record. I am not sure Sariel could build it again.I even have the technology for the spacecraft to fly at light speed. It takes me months to record everything, and with the help of Rama, I revisit the babel in my soul’s memories a few more times to get more clear theory.“What do you think, Sariel?” I ask will looking at the sea and dawn on the sea.“Master, the theory you created is so advanced. Even if Babel is advanced, you’ve just brought something truly at the peak of technology.”“Yeah,” I agree, looking outside from the top of the building. “From our earth time to Babel, it is about 5,000 years technologies in advance.”“Without the righ
I am walking in Los Angeles, the City of Angels. This place is one of the cities with no gates opened, almost as if they are blessed.Everything seems normal, except for the occasional superhuman striding down the street, quickly capturing everyone's attention.In my past life, if anyone had asked which country was handling the beast apocalypse best, the answer would be the US. They have a vast information network and powerful weapons.Although normal weapons cannot kill the beast, the nukes really could kill them.So, the US soldiers excel in trapping and moving the beasts to specific areas to nuke them all. The US was also the first country to send a nuke behind the gate and detonate it to try to destroy the gate.Although the gate remained intact, the massive crater underneath prevented the beasts from entering the gate.This made the US the fastest-reacting country, saving itself from destruction.While this is good, they failed to see the tragedy unfolding within their own borde
The four guards in the front are shocked, each one taking out a gun and pointing it at me. "Get on the floor or we will shoot," they demand."I'm too busy to get on the floor. Just shoot. It'll make everything faster," I reply, while looking for the most beautiful female officer there.As I start to move, they begin to shoot. I can feel the push of the bullets, but my diamond skin does the job."You, the most pretty girl here, my name is Buddha. I want to meet your boss. Can you take me to your big boss?" I say, watching her face turn pale.I smile and hit the table, causing the whole thing to break and the computer on it to fall down. She screams and yells, "Yes, yes, yes!""He is the superhuman!" shouts one of the guards. "Call our superhuman to take care of him!"Some guards take a machete and hit my back, but I just let them. It feels like a world champion boxer facing off against kindergarteners.If I hit them back like a professional boxer hitting a kindergarten kid, the result
Jacob is with me in limousine, his grip tight on each his hands as we pass the road. He's sweating a lot, visibly nervous. "Master, why are you doing all this?" he asks, his voice trembling."I am the apostle, so I must do my job. Calling the sinners to walk the right path," I reply, my face set in a serious expression.He glances at me, then back at the road. "Yes, yes, you are doing a holy work," he mutters.When our eyes meet again, there's an unspoken understanding between us. We both know we don’t believe in this kind of nonsense.I just want power, and the quickest way to rise is through the underworld. In this world, you can kill them, fry them, and even roast them, and they wouldn't dare call the police.No matter how cruelly I hit them, they painfully accept it like obedient bitch. It's a place where the bigger fist always wins.Not long after, the car stops in front of a towering financial building, a part of it dealing in chemical sales."Lucas is supposed to be at the top
Los Angeles. On one of the small alley corners. Three people approach a gangster member in a small alley. "Man, I've already been a week without drugs. Did you bring any?"The gangster looks at the man, a regular buyer who comes every payday. "No more selling drugs directly. If you need drugs, you need to come to our building to get them.""What is that, Jack? A new rule?" the man asks, disappointed."New leader, new rules. You can go to other gangs, and they will say the same thing.""Oh, come on.""Take it or leave it, Bill. If you want, I can drive you to our building."Bill looks at his friends. "Alright, let's go to the building then."Jack drives them to the building, where many gangsters with scary faces look at them."Are you sure we can get the drugs inside?" Bill asks his friend."The very best, man. Just enter the building, and you will re-new."As Bill and the other two enter the building, they see many people inside, with gangsters holding guns and weapons looking at the
Standing at the top of the building, I gaze out at the night city. The skyline glows with the remnants of a world that once thrived.In my past life, the United States emerged as the first victorious country, boasting an arsenal of nuclear warheads.They used these weapons to close their borders, building the first secure haven and stealing a head start while other countries struggled to survive.After training their superhumans and recreating their weapons, they began to dominate all nations.That's why, at the end of the world, despite the nukes causing countless deaths and creating vast uninhabitable areas, the US still managed to secure the last haven for humanity.At the end, one person rises to power as president after taking me down: James Wellington. He is the son and grandson of a Generals, and the military is firmly under his family's control.Still, to secure his victory, he needs to marry Sophia Everheart.If you ask who the most powerful and richest woman is, everyone wou