Ability

'CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW START OVER. THE ADMIN IS WATCHING YOUR STORY WITH GREAT INTEREST,' was the first thing that Lyod saw when he opened his eyes. It was a text that was floating in front of him in a blue screen.

"The fuck!" he cursed in alarm as he tried to swat the words away, only for his hand to go through the screen that disappeared as if trying to appease his useless actions. However, more words appeared.

'AS NEW TRANSFERS, YOU AND EIGHT BILLION MORE HAVE BEEN AWARDED THE FOLLOWING;

1. A UNIQUE ABILITY FOR PROTECTION. THE ABILITY CAN ONLY BE USED BY THE OWNER OR SOMEONE ELSE INDER SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES. THE ABILITIES RANGE FROM COMMON, UNCOMMON, RARE, LEGENDARY, DIVINE AND MYTHICAL.

2. YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN A CHANCE TO PICK YOUR CAREER. THE CAREER YOU PICK WILL NOT CHANGE AND WILL AFFECT HOW YOU LIVE YOUR NEW LIFE.

3. YOU BEEN GIVEN A ONE YEAR PROTECTION PERIOD. THE ADMIN RECOGNIZES MOST OF NEW TRANSFERS HAVE A HARD TIME TO ACCLIMATE TO THESE NEW HARSHER CONDITIONS. THUS THE ADMIN HAS GIVEN ALL NEW ARRIVALS A GRACE PERIOD OF ONE YEAR. MUSTER YOUR STRENGTH, ADAPT AND ACCLIMATIZE YOURSELVES IN THIS NEW LIFE.'

The texts ended there, giving Lyod more questions than answers. Most important of them all were how exactly was this possible! He had died, undoubtibly crushed to mush by a three storey building. He could remember exactly when everything just become dark accompanied by a terrible crunch! There was simply no way on God's green Earth he was alive now!

'THE FOLLOWING IS A STATICAL REPRESENTATION OF YOUR CURRENT FORM IN A DIGITALIZED FORM

NAME: LYOD ROWERN

AGE. : 25

TITLE : NONE

HEALTH: 100%

STAMINA: 100%

MANA. : 2/2

STATUS: HEALTHY, CONFUSED

UNIQUE ABILITY: NOT YET DESIGNED

STRENGTH: 0.9

DEXTERITY: 0.7

SPEED. : 0.5

CONSTITUTION:0.7

WISDOM. : 0.2

NOTE 1: A FULLY HEALTHY ADULT HUMAN HAS 1.0 AS HIS OVERALL ATTRIBUTES.

NOTE2:UNIQUE ABILITY WILL BE DESIGNED IN TWO MINUTES, OLEASE BE PATIENT.

NOTE 3: THIS DIGITAL REPRESENTATION WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE UNLESS IN A CHURCH OR YOU HAVE THE APPROPRIATE ABILITY.

"Here, where am I?" Lyod shouted at the screen in frustration as he got to his feet. "What exactly is going on here?" But, he got nothing like an answer which added to his frustrations even more.

ROAR!

Just then, a blood curdling roar threw him to the ground and sent him ragdolling for a few metres!

"The fuck!" he exclaimed in disbelief as he struggled to get to his feet. His left shoulder had been dislocated while a stream of blood ozzed from his nostrils, mouth and ears, which were still ringing.

"OTHERWORLDER!" a deep voice that shook the very ground he stood on spoke out as if it came from everywhere at the same time! "Leave my forest and be fortunate I am in no mood of manflesh today!"

"Okay, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? ARE YOU THE ONE WHO DID THIS? DID YOU BRING ME HERE? WHAT FOR?" There was a chilling silence as soon as he spoke up which made him finally come to his senses. He just spoke down to a being who could hurt him greviously with just a roar! Just what kind of balls did he have.

"I...I'm sorry for that outburst, I am just confused!" he quickly apologized, fearing for his life. Just then, a mascular man walked out of the darkness induced by the Canary of the huge trees, in his hand a rusty sword.

"You recovered fast, human, I was about to kill you for you insolence, all consequences be damned. You are a lucky one," the man spoke up, his voice seemed to command every living thing that hears it to bow down to him, which Lyod almost done if the man had continued speaking. "What is your name, foolish human."

"Lyod, sir," Lyod answered almost immediately. His back was covered with perspiration as his mind overclocked. This was a being that was commanding his absolute subversion with just the sound of his voice, no way was he offending him.

"You're quite unlucky to be transported to my domain in your transfer, I will call you Jinx and forever brand you with the meaning of the word till you become Divine." Suddenly, Lyod felt a sudden sharp pain that came from the depth of his soul that left him unable to even scream out! His body siezed, his muscles contracted in pain, his eyes bulged out as veins showed as his mouth was a jar, a silent scream of agonizing torture trying to some out.

"Next time, do not speak out so foolishly. Good bye, Jinx," the man said as a light suddenly covered Lyod's petrified body. A second later, he had disappeared.

"My Lord, was it wise to antagonize a being who has yet to gain his Unique ability? He might be a problem afterwards," a sparrow said as it landed on his left shoulder.

"It might, but I believe in myself even more," the man said proudly before he turned around to leave.

....

The pain subsided after a minute and Lyod was relieved beyond words. Just as the pain had agonized him so suddenly, so came the relief. But, he knew he would never be the same ever again because he could feel a cold hand gripping all over him.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he screamt in even more frustration. "This is not fair! Not fucking fair! Bring me back to my word or just let me die, fucking asshat!" He screamt at the sky that was gathering numerous dark clouds. Lightning flashed followed by ear shaking thunder. He knew what a jinx was, someone who causes misfortunes all over and he had been cursed with the name till he became Divine, which he assumed was another way of saying god, which might never happen. He fell to his knees as tears slowly ran down his cheeks.

"What kind of punishment is this?" he asked himself over and over again.

'NOTICE: NEW ARRIVALS' UNIQUE ABILITY HAS BEEN CHOSEN. LYOD ROWERN, CONGRATULATIONS, YOU GET THE MYTHICAL META ABILITY CREATION. REJOICE, YOUR NEW ADVENTURES START FROM NOW ON!'

The words hang in front of him as he stared at them not blinking at all. He simply could not understand what was going on here. Mythical ability, above Divine which, he assumes, meant was last godly to new heights of unbelievable! What this ability entailed, simply, was that he could create any ability absolutely and bestow it on himself, another person or an object with nobody that could take it away but him!

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed in shocked joy. This was winning the survival lottery right there. Before he could celebrate, lightning suddenly struck a tree near him, almost giving him a heart attack! The whole tree was burnt charcoal in just seconds, sending hives of fear crawling up his skin.

"I need an ability to deal with this curse. Negation, Absolute Negation," he said as he breathed hard in fear. If he was few metres nearer he would have definitely been harmed. He knew how to use his power, which was innate.

'Absolute Negation, rejecting all harmful phenomenal towards me, passive,' he thought. If he created an ability, he had to add a description to how it should work and after finalizing it, he would gain the ability instantly. As a mythical ability, he did not have to use energy in order to use it! Immediately after finalizing it, he felt the cold and sinister hand wrapping around him disappear immediately, making him feel refreshed.