Return of Overthinker

Chapter 23

George struck the beast with a surge of anger and frustration, his eyes brimming with tears. The creature lay on the ground, its form reduced to an unrecognizable mass. Yet, George continued to pummel it, channeling his pent-up emotions. “If only I had this power sooner, so many needn't have perished!” he exclaimed.

Some of the soldiers were looking at George with tears, as they knew how many soldiers had died in the span of 5 months.

Spider-Man, naturally, was me in disguise. I avoided being recognized by appearance or voice, relying instead on telepathy to impart my knowledge.

Approaching George, I placed a hand on his shoulder to soothe his raging spirit. At my touch, he halted, visibly stunned. I gave him a 30-kilogram sack of rice that had mysteriously appeared on the ground.

His shock was palpable, for the sack had materialized from nowhere. Then, a laugh escaped his lips. “Alright, I'll instruct the others to show you their symbol,” he declared with newfound resolve.

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