1 chapter 2

The city of New York is literally A haven for me, I have been living outside the orphanage for two weeks now and I kinda fall into another routine.

I mean waking up in some kind of abandoned house, running to some cafe to have breakfast then have my morning patrol and any thug I find in my way is another extra cache for me, it hard for me lately to run into these thugs, their number is dwindling lately, and constantly beating them became boring for me.

After the morning patrol came my favorite part of the day Saitama hell training, I intend to take advantage of my peak conditioning body, if what skill description is right then with enough training I can reach captain America body, that super serum for you, okay, and what I really want is to break from the limits of the human body.

So here I am sweating like a pig just after doing 30 pushups, men that was hell for 10 years old body, okay let go continue.

After doing one-third of the intended Saitama training witch took me about 4 hours to complete, I ran to some public shower, and man I stink like hell okay, after taking my shower new its time for my glorious gluttony show, I mean after all the training I am doing my need for food is off the roof, would you believe If I said half the money I making(steeling)is going to my stomach and that saying a lot, okay, the average of my daily heist is about 300 bucks and for ten years old kid to eat 150 bucks of cheap food and that a lot compared to my old world and please don't compare me to those monsters from one piece, I mean Luffy could eat 50 kg of meat at the age of 7.

This is the 10 restaurant I visited now, after eating a couple of burger's, its time for my evening patrol and what the hell it been half hour and I didn't find a single bloody customer(thug), life is hard men, so I returned to my old shabby house to do the evening hell training.

"28,29,30" ugh men that was hard, I didn't know how the hell Saitama could persist doing this kind of training for 3 years, don't speak about 3 years, I mean even for my half-cracked personality that close to insanity I couldn't guarantee to persist this kind of self-made hell training for another 10 days.

Speaking about my cracked personality, I am trying the meditation bullshit that I read in those cultivation novels in my old world, and guess what meditation is really helpful considering that I stopped practicing my evil laugh while planning to conquer the world at the age of 10,

After 30 minutes of meditation, it now 9 PM so guess what it times for my night patrol, well I think even spiderman is not that dedicated to his patrol like me hah and today I was planning to attack a gang that I found last week, I think it called dragon something that deals in drugs, well I was supposed to attack their headquarters but I found that they are going to make a deal on an old warehouse and that means less danger and easy money for me.

So here I am hiding in an old warehouse watching two gangsters, oh my they are hiding guns under their shirts, well that complicate things a little, so I lighted a cigarette and closed my eyes.

oh man this quirk of mine never ceases to amaze me, I mean after the first whiff of smoke entered my lunges my brain went kaboom, I felt great, my IQ went over the roof

I quickly went about every freaking course of action I can take, so I devised the perfect plan to take these gays, then I waited for the deal to happen.

you're asking me why waiting for the other dealers to come, well I don't know who selling drugs to who, so if I attack now just to find a case of drugs that I don't know what to do with it and my goal in this raid is money or cigarettes.

About 15 minutes later, 2 other gangsters, I think entered the warehouse they were holding another case with them, the four gangsters started the deal, the first two gangsters oh lt just call them gangsters (A)and the other two is (B), so gangsters(A) opened their case and shit it was filed with drugs thank God I waited for the other two.

the gangsters (B)also opened their case that was loaded with money, and dammit my eyes went〔($)($), I can't hold it anymore I mean there was about 5000 bucks in the case, I never saw that much money in my life.

I went on stealth mode, not that Rpg's stealth. It just calming my breathing and walking without any noise, so I blended with the darkness and went behind the gangsters (A)slowly. And appeared behind him like a ghost. The gangsters(B)eyes went wide when they saw something appeared behind the two and tried to warn them, but they were late.

I appeared between the due, snatched their guns, disabled the safety, took aim, and shot the gangsters(B)on their legs in John wick style,

then shoved the two guns mouths on the backs of the gangsters (A)and said "on your knees now".

which they did without any resistance after that I hit them on the backs of their head after which they lost consciousness.

That felt great, I felt my self acting in a movie and here I am now back on hideout counting the money, and guess what there were about 6000 bucks.

One year, it has been one year since I reincarnated into this world and I am still on the same routine, you know waking up, training, morning patrol, lunch, more training, evening patrol, diner, gang raids, and some self-study that I call cigarettes session.

The good news is that I can complete 50 percent of the Saitama hell training, I mended some cracks in my personality so now I can call myself a human being, and the exciting thing is that I learned mind control and the illusion skill.

Apparently, the apple of Eden merged with my body so I don't have to be afraid of others stealing it.

The first thing I did after learning this skill is to get my self an id card, and that was simple, I just had to mind control an old rich couple to adopt me, and the adopting process was easy if you consider the couple was rich and me throwing a mind control her and there so in two weeks I became last name Arthur Henderson.