Chapter 1

When one looks back and review memories, what do they see? Do they see what took place or what they want to remember.

When something bad happens in a relationship and the couple splits up, everything is tainted with darkness and everything has a deeper meaning, as if you should have seen the signs earlier.And when someone close to you dies, all you see are the good memories, although they might not have treated you so well.

Hell, Just remember something you told someone, even though it wasn't true. Then fast forward 20 years, and if you remember it, you most likely believed the lie was the truth of the situation. Because that's how memories work. Someone comes and tells you what they remember, and if you believe them, or you don't remember it so well, you trust their words, even if they remembered it wrong.

Now what I'm experiencing is different. I am watching a film go at a speed beyond what is possible for me to process. And It's all of them. Even ones he's forgotten that are stored in the dark corner of his mind. And the shitty ones... Why do I have to watch his baby life?

Well, watching isn't accurate. Again, I'm remembering his, now technically my memories, but I'm remembering and looking at it from my perspective.

An accurate description would be that if somehow someone could show you their memories and you could remember them as your own, but you are watching and don't feel what the memory of that person is.

But I don't have to think much to know what this guy felt in some of these'scenes.' And boy, watching this makes me feel like a privileged asshole.

He didn't have a father, although his mom still let him keep his last name for some odd reason. She raised him, till one day she wasn't there any more. The kid was just six years old when he lost his mom. She died because of a fight between two parahumans. He was in school when it occurred.

He went to the orphanage and foster care system. And in this shitty world, it's fucked. I don't even want to know the rest of what happened.

But I did know, and it all came to me. I see how and what events he went through, things he did. But I gotta say, becoming a virgin again was not on the bucket list of unlikely reincarnations that I never believed existed.

Currently, I am in Brockton Bay. A city that I don't really want to live in. But where most of the action was in the series. It seems oddly coincidental that I was here.

"Fuuuu...." I blew air out of my mouth, as it was finally over. And I now understand my situation better.

I am in a series I never finished. It wouldn't be the worst, but I did spoil the ending and how certain things went down. Spoiler: Not a good ending at all, more so for the protagonist. And now that I'm here, it's over.

"You know, this may be the moment where I figure out my advantage, my gift, or power needed to deal with this." I asked no one in particular. A golden finger, as it's known in cultivation stories.

I sat there, waiting to see anything.

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"Well then." I leaned fully back on the bench, and looked up into the sky. I closed my eyes as I knew that whatever happens, happens. And most likely I'm going to die in a little over 2 years.

"!" I felt something inside of me. Some sort of pull. as if it wanted my attention. I felt it, and it pulled me in.

I opened my eyes to a room of darkness, with nothing inside, except a white glowing ball at the center. It had to be the size of a medicine ball, and damm, did it glow. I felt drawn towards it. And I walked forward, feeling as though my prayer had been answered in its most literal way.

I touched it with both hands. And I felt a connection. I felt like a new limb, a new finger that I could control.

And then came the information.

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I stepped inside my new [old] flat. It was small and on the shady side of the city. But then again, except for the rich territory and the bridge, where else wasn't really a shady area? The gangs all had territory, and there are even maps people have made to show and keep track of where it's focused or just barely any gang members.

But I stopped focusing on that and I quickly sat down on the ground. I crossed my legs as I focused within once again. And I felt it.

The energy ball inside of me can become any power I want. And I do mean anything, specific or otherwise.

The information, when it flowed and came to me, gave me everything I needed to know about my power and perk.

The latter was called blank. And it made me immune to people being able to read my future, or my past. Clavoirance doesn't work on me either. It was known that without it I most likely wouldn't be standing, or even at the park.

It was needed, and i appreciated it.

And then it was known what my power was. And boy, did it not disappoint.

I am powerful. Or, I will become mighty. That isn't an if. It's just a matter of when. And what I require is the orb within me.

It's called the power manipulator, and it can copy, steal, create, give, delete, alter, and boost powers. There isn't a limit as to how much power it can make, or what can't be stolen or created. Anything is possible. The skies are the limit. Or more like your imagination. But there are five rules to it.

One: You require a charge to do anything. It's the orb floating inside of my being. To do any of the power you need one. A charge has a set limit of power in it.

Two: You cannot create a power that creates, generates, or increases the number of charges or energy.

Three: You earn a charge through activity.Meaning, anything you do will generate energy to create a charge. To breathing to fighting to killing. It all generates different amounts. The greater the difficulty and risk, the greater energy it generates to fill a charge.

four: it is not possible to create a power that grants oneself or others power.

Five: You cannot use a charge to change the five restrictions imposed on this power.

Other than that, it's free game. And that's great and all, because I now have power, something that can help me survive and prosper.

But right now I am suffering from what every person experiences at some point in their life. choice paralysis. or decision paralysis, whatever.

What power should I even make?