353 Alvey’s Story

"…I think I'm going to have to lose my next battle on purpose."

"I can help you out if you want. I have a few plastic explosives that would do wonders to your forces."

Arthur spoke as he walked into the room while combing his hair. He had changed his clothes to a plain grey turtleneck with a long black coat, similarly coloured trousers and sneakers.

He still had his left eye's blue colour covered with a contact, and he planned to keep it on most of the time.

'At least until the other one changes colour. Which I'm guessing should not be too long from now.'

The boy's 'Time Dreams'; dreams where he saw older versions of himself doing various things had increased in frequency ever since he acquired his Pseudo-authority.

Which was a lot considering it's only been seven days since that happened.

'Is it really just 'Seven'? From the way Great Grandpa was acting, there might be some kind of Time Difference between Valmone and Hell.'