1 Chapter 1 - Over Powered
Lawson Fisher's hand was clenched into a fist, tightly against his leg, as he walked away from the tall office building. A loosened blue tie rested on his neck, as he looked at the cloudy grey skies that swirled above him.
"Why did I have to forget my umbrella?" He muttered bitterly, as his solemn suit swayed in the wind.
His body was tense, but the expression on his face was not anger. It was more like a powerless frustration than the justified rage of a man who had found his girlfriend kissing someone in front of the workplace.
Dark thoughts crept into his mind, to snap their necks, to gouge out their disgusting eyes, to shoot them right in the fucking skull and see what goes on inside their heads, but instead, he just shook his head while his fist beat ineffectually against his thigh. His breath was unsteady, as he readjusted his tie.
"Four fucking years had just gone down the drain."
His eyes reddened, as he let out a deep breath to stabilize his mind.
He quickly phoned his apartment manager, who was a friend of his and told him about the situation. The apartment manager sympathized with Lawson and agreed to rescind her rights to live in the apartment and remove her belongings. He didn't want to see her disgusting face again.
They said their goodbyes, as Lawson crossed the silent road.
*Honk*
*Honk*
*Honk*
A blinding light covered Lawson's vision, as a truck sped towards him at a frightening pace. He leapt to his side, barely dodging by an inch. Or so he thought.
His pupils constricted in shock, as his blurry vision attempted to focus on the crimson blood oozing from his lower half.
Bone fragments pierced through his legs, as the crimson puddle underneath him grew larger. His entrails were spilled across the floor in a disorganized mess. The taste of iron and the revolting smell of his organs grew clearer.
He tried to breathe steadily, as splotches of red dyed his white shirt.
"Is this it?" He shouted angrily, staring at the clouds above him in rage.
The truck did a U-turn menacingly, as its glowing headlights taunted him for another round. The truck seemed to be getting a twisted enjoyment from the pain that Lawson was feeling.
Lawson's face paled, as he contemplated the fairness of life.
He had caught his girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend, and a sadistic truck somehow had a vendetta against him.
*Honk*
*Honk*
He lay there on the cold asphalt concrete, facing the approaching truck with eyes filled with despair, as he waited patiently for his eminent demise.
*CRUNCH*
A sickening sound echoed in the streets, as the brain matter of Lawson Fisher was displayed onto the road. The streets were empty and desolate, and the sound of raindrops broke the solemn silence.
Lawson Fisher was dead.
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Lawson's eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by a cold black obelisk that was in the colorless white room. He looked around the desolate bleached room, only to realize he was completely naked.
"I am alone." He said to himself, after noticing that the only living thing in this void was him.
"Isn't there supposed to be an old man greeting me?" He questioned sarcastically.
The obelisk seemed to pull him closer, so he walks towards it only to be greeted by a HUD that told him to customise himself for his transmigration.
[Create Character Appearance: ]
[Random]
[New]
He selects [New], and several more options are presented to him. Lawson ponders calmly, as he makes his choice.
[Race: Human]
He didn't see why he had to reject his humanity.
[Hair Type: Straight]
[Hair Color: Black]
[Skin Color: Fair]
[Eye shape: Almond]
[Eye Colour: Black]
[Tattoo: The Gate of Truth inked on the Back]
[Height: 5ft 10inches]
[Clothing: Red and white hoodie, and Jeans]
[Shoes: Black trainers]
He watched with wide eyes, as clothes abruptly appeared on him. It seemed to have materialised out of thin air. Another series of prompts appeared on the morbid black computer screen
[Talents are randomizing...]
[Choose Talents]
[Artist]
[Martial Artist]
[Dancer]
[Languages]
[Musician]
[Barber]
[Select 3 Talents]
Lawson selected the talents that intrigued him the most, and the ones with the most potential.
[Talents selected Martial artist, Languages, and Musician]
A flood of knowledge rushed towards him, as the large current of information entered his brain.
[Abilities are randomizing...]
[Choose Abilities: ]
[Detachable Limbs: the ability to detach limbs]
"..." (speechless)
[Item-Duplication: the ability to copy items and paste them]
[Water Manipulation: the ability to manipulate water]
[Immortality: the ability to live forever]
"That's a keeper"
[Invulnerability: the ability to sustain no harm]
"...So an atomic bomb wouldn't even be able to scratch me."
[Reality warping: Change reality to whatever you desire.]
"No way, how did this even make it on the list. Reality can be whatever I want."
[Explosive Fart: Farts have the destructive force of an atomic bomb]
".…Silent, but deadly"
[Select 3 abilities]
[Abilities selected: Immortality, Invulnerability, and Reality Warping]
"Doesn't this make me... A God??"
Lawson felt no different, yet he knew something had changed. So, he decided to try his reality warping ability
His surroundings suddenly shifted with a single thought, as the white space transformed to resemble his hometown. The space around him contained cinemas, convenience stores, restaurants, game stores, whilst a large marble palace floating on an island above the city.
"..." Lawson's body shivered in excitement; he never felt so powerful. He could create worlds and destroy them with a single thought.
The black obelisk stood in the centre of the world he created. He placed his hand on the dark tapering pillar, and imagined it turning into a smartphone with an emotionless AI with the sole purpose of relaying messages.
Lawson made sure that the AI didn't have any destructive thoughts.
[Ding!]
He raised his eyebrows at the prompt that was sent by his phone.
[A human has formed a connection with the dimensional space]
He placed the black phone into his subspace, as a towering golden door appeared into his domain.
Lawson face was calm, after all he was now an omnipotent being that controlled the laws of reality.
He felt no fear, only unbridled curiosity at what was behind that door.
He was immortal, so what did he have to fear.
