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
Karen sighed, her beautiful eyes looking at me imploringy, but I am a strong guy. I put on my best smile and gave a signal that I wouldn't add the money for her. With a heavy sigh, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of her world, she extended her delicate hand for a handshake."Deal," she conceded, her voice a mixture of resignation and relief of her burden.I smiled, reaching out to seal our agreement with a handshake. "Deal then."[Pact is Sealed]The sudden, enigmatic sound caught Karen off guard. “What sound is that?” she inquired.I chuckled, "I am an ability user, or you could say I’m a superhuman. By agreeing to this pact, you’ve bound yourself in an agreement that cannot be broken without severe consequences. You could die if you tried to cross me.""You…," Her beautiful face turned pale as she tried to protest, but I gracefully produced six boxes from thin air, each containing $10 million. The total sum of $60 million lay before us, materializing from my spatial storage,
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
As the moon cast its eerie glow over the night field, I found myself encircled by five of my dormitory mates. They moved with deliberate caution, weaving through the shadows to avoid detection, ensuring no curious eyes followed us. They walked close to me; I could smell a cheap perfume and some sweat as they moved in whispering chit-chat."Hey," I called, breaking the tense silence. "Is it really necessary to betray me like this? After all, we share the same dormitory. I am your friend."One of them turned to me, his expression unreadable in the dark night. "You've barely spent a day with us, hardly enough time to be considered a friend," he retorted coldly. "Besides, you've managed to anger Joe, and he's offering 100 gold coins for your capture."A greedy gleam lit up another's eyes as he added, "20 gold coins each. Think of all the things we could buy with that.""Don’t think I haven't warned you. You might miss out on the gold, but you're risking your life," I said."The only dange
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,
As I reached out to grasp his hair once more to hit it on the table, an older man suddenly came in, his suit crisp and demeanor authoritative, signaling his position as the division's leader. He approached with a veneer of politeness. "Is there anything I can assist you with?""Finally," I exclaimed, my voice laced with desperation. "Sir, your distinguished appearance speaks volumes. You must be in charge here. Could you spare me a minute to demonstrate how things should be done here, without resorting to insults?"“Leader, it is…”Before the male staff member could interject. The leader silenced him with a firm "Shut up," then turned to me with an air of readiness. "Of course, what do you need?"Eagerly, I spread out the plans for the sixth and seventh floors. "I wish to rent the club activities room on these floors, all of them, for 10 years. Could you calculate the total cost so I can make the payment immediately?"The leader, initially taken aback by the bold request, quickly rega
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
Keaton was waiting outside the storage room, his breath visible in the cold air, surrounded by his police colleagues. One of them, a nervous-looking man, quickly asked, “Keaton, are you sure we can trust this information? Don't you think it's safer to send them to the lab?”Keaton, his face stoic yet confident, replied, “Don’t worry, they've already sent us $5 million. They won’t lie to us.” His words were cut short as his smartphone suddenly rang with a sharp, piercing tone. “Yes?” he answered, his voice firm.The man on the other end of the line responded tersely, “Now you can enter the storage building with your team.” Keaton motioned to his colleagues, urgency in his stride, as they approached the storage area. They opened the door with the password, the metal creaking loudly, to find the five prisoners still in handcuffed, their eyes wide with fear, yet still alive.“Check their hand symbols,” the voice on the phone commanded. Keaton, examining their hands closely, found them cle