I!...HAVE!...POWER!!!...meh, sort of

Yo, author here

Yes, I'm still alive, like I said I would, I did the three advanced chapters, why did it take me so long? Well, things in life, work, study, procrastination, that kind of thing, actually I got sick last week and I still am, I'm coughing like a dog, anyway, that's it

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[Pov: 3rd Person]

Night

At that moment it was already the latest in the day, the sky was dark and the bright spots made by the stars covered it in quantity.

Most people were already in their homes, except for some reservations, at least it was like that at Micael's house, with all its occupants present.

Currently he was in his room, his sister was in her room, his parents were in the living room watching TV, he was standing in the middle of his room wearing a brown sleeveless shirt and white shorts, he was stretching by moving his arms to one side to the side, rotating his shoulders and also rotating his wrists.

In fact, he had already been stretching for a few minutes, all in preparation for the tests he will do with his cheat.

It's currently nine thirty at night, a time when he would normally already be lying in bed and having a routine lucid dream.

But instead, here he was awake, all with the intention of testing his power and possibly eliminating any doubts he had about its nature.

After finishing dinner with his family, he said good night and immediately returned to his room, sat down in his chair in front of the computer, pulled out a blank notebook with a pencil and began to analyze his power as he wrote.

He went over what he already knew and wrote it down in his notebook, this helped him think better and visualize more comprehensively.

This would be erased later, obviously, going over its more obvious weaknesses, such as excessive use that resulted in eye strain, pain and burning in the eyes, as well as headaches.

With all of this indicating that he obviously didn't have much "fuel" so to speak, with this also going into another point which was that he didn't know if his power had any energy source.

Compared to something more identifiable, like a muscle for example, his power was like an untrained muscle, which meant he didn't have a high tolerance or resistance, which meant his power couldn't exert much force, i.e. his power was still very weak and had limited capacity, so he couldn't expend much strength or he would get tired faster.

Or in even more layman terms, his power was weak as hell and if he exceeded it he would definitely be fucked.

This was the most obvious thing he noticed, but going back to the context of "fuel", as he had said, he didn't know if his power had an energy source or not.

His initial biggest guess was that he used his stamina as a source of energy, but he believed it was probably something else, as he thought that if his power used his stamina as a source he would feel other symptoms rather than tiredness and pain in his eyes and head.

He imagined that if that were the case he would feel physically exhausted, like he had run a marathon or something, but he didn't feel that way, so this led him to think of another hypothesis, that the other possible "fuel" was magical energy inside his body.

Now, if his memory is correct, every human in dxd has magic, the difference is that not everyone can use it, but the issue here is that maybe his cheat uses magic as a source of energy to activate and execute his powers.

However, once again, he is not sure about this, but he intends to confirm his theory in the tests he will carry out now.

Now, talking about the other limitation/weakness of his power, he need to think of something or someone to use the copied power, this part was very clear to deduce to a certain extent.

Instead of just copying a power and executing it immediately, it needs to have some kind of basis, a visualization, thinking about something pre-existing for it to be activated.

However, instead of just, I don't know, when he thinks about having the power of better vision and that happens, instead he has to think about a power that already "exists" and only then does his power activate.

In other words, instead of being a copy of powers, it is more of a kind of...manifestation of powers?

It's like in the test he did, for example, he thought about the power of X-ray vision, but it wasn't activated, it only activated when he thought about Superman, this then meant that if he thought about having the power to manipulate reality, his power wouldn't activate, but if he thought of a character who has this power, would his power activate?

Honestly, this doesn't seem to make much sense, because when he thought of the sharingan, he just thought of it without any specific character in mind, or maybe he doesn't need to think of a specific character, as long as it's a fictional power...

So...manifestation of fictional powers?

Well, that's what he intends to find out now, after finishing writing these points in the jornal, he got up from the chair and started to stretch, now here he was standing in the middle of his room.

So, finishing his stretches he was about to start the tests and possibly find out what his cheat really was.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he clapped his hands together, rubbing them together, before exhaling through his mouth and muttering to himself.

"Haaa...okay, let's get started"

Preparing himself, Micael closed his eyes, his arms relaxed at his sides and his hands closed into fists.

First, he decided to start by redoing the previous test, recalling the powers he used before, so when he opened his eyes, his vision was much clearer than before, he was seeing everything around him with details that the normal human eye couldn't reach.

Be it the tiny particles of dust, the way the light from the lamp in his room travels reflecting on these particles, or the smallest details of the wooden floor, how he could see the millimeter unevenness in the wood or the contours in the tips of his fingers that made the fingerprint.

It was basically a hyper-detailed microscopic view where he could zoom in or out, it was really absurd.

While keeping his power activated, he tried to feel something different, if he could feel his magic being drained, but other than the feeling of "activation" that his power gave, he didn't feel anything different.

Speaking of which, the sensation it gave him when he activated his power was strange, in reality it wasn't a sensation, it was more of a feeling, as if a switch in his mind had turned on and something told him: "it's activated".

He had no idea how to describe it, but it was the closest he could interpret what he felt, since besides the feeling, he didn't feel anything else, his eyes were normal, without any kind of different sensation, just feeling a difference if it was pushed to the limit.

Then, returning to the focal point, continuing to test the same powers as in the morning, he begins to test his other ability, so his vision gradually returns to normal, no longer super sharp, now his perception of time is what has changed.

Placing his arm in front of his face then, just like that morning, he swings his forearm at high speed, his eyes effortlessly following the movement that seemed to be in slow motion.

Then continuing, he lowered his arm, his vision changing once again but this time remaining normal, he changed his gaze, looking at the computer desk, he looked at the desk for a moment before closing his eyes, then the image of his table, chair and computer in the smallest details appeared in his mind as an impression.

Photographic memory was really something else, this ability to memorize everything you see in the smallest detail was really cheating, but ultimately it had its disadvantages, after all you literally don't forget anything and there are certain things that happen in our lives that are better if they are forgotten.

With previous tests he had already proven that it was just visual memory, his olfactory and auditory memory were not affected, because if it were, it would not be photographic memory but eidetic, the famous perfect memory, which in his opinion was more of a curse than a blessing, because the person would remember everything they lived, literally living in the past, yes, never mind, that's a topic for another time.

Finishing the test with memory, he changed the effect once again, with his power transitioning from enhanced memory to x-ray vision, then, with his hand in front of his face, he slowly began to see beneath his fingertip.

One thing he realized now was that his power could change from one effect to another without delay, he didn't need to deactivate his power and activate it again if he wanted to use another power, which was very good.

Furthermore, his X-ray vision was not very wide, as it only covered the tip of his finger, he imagined that if he tried to expand it to see his entire hand, the energy expenditure in his eyes would be greater, and the same would happen if he tried to see more beneath his skin, as he could only see the muscular tissues below the epidermis, without reaching the finger bone.

After completing this test, he moved on to the next one, then, walking to the bathroom and positioning himself in front of the mirror above the sink, he faced his reflection, looking into his brown eyes, and in the next moment, the pupils slowly began to glow in red, the heat vision activating.

He then deactivated it, as he did not have precise control over it, so once again continuing, he moved his hand to the tap and turned it, positioning his hand a little away from the falling water, once again he thought of a certain ability, activating his power and just like last time he managed to control the water and send a jet at high speed towards the wall.

So, ending this little test, he left the bathroom and returned to his starting position in the middle of the room, standing there thinking for a moment with his arms crossed and one hand on his chin.

"Yeah…I think I'll start with the power output first"

His objective with this was to try to control the ability he was using, making an analogy when he activated his power, it would be as if his power were a tap and activating his power would mean opening the tap with maximum force, causing the water to flow with force total.

Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as this maximum power was at a level where his eyes wouldn't overload, but as he had said he had no control over the power, this was clear because when he used heat vision he he was unable to control it, causing him to deactivate his power later so that his eyes would not fire the beam.

Or in other words, if it was a "passive" ability like better vision, that would be fine, but if it was an "active" ability like heat vision or an energy attack, it would go off immediately after being activated, if he e.g, tried to do a hamehameha he would have no control over it, he would not control the flow of ki, he would not gather the ki, all of this would be done by his power automatically, the only thing he would control would be whether to fire the kamehameha or not.

But luckily this isn't a big problem because ironically his power is weak, it would be as if the "standard level" of his power was five, a level that wasn't very high but enough to cause damage, but imagine if that "level standard" was ten or one hundred, basically if his heat vision at five would cause severe burns, then a level one hundred heat vision would destroy his house and potentially the rest of the street.

So, it wasn't really a big problem now, because like he said his power was weak, but imagine if it wasn't...yes, the result wouldn't be very pleasant if something made him lose control over his power for a moment.

Then, starting his control test, he once again used X-ray vision, he would not use heat vision for this test for obvious reasons, so once again seeing under his finger, he tried to adjust the power making it more efficient.

Instead of extending the reach of his fingertip to the entire hand, his goal was to see even deeper than the skin, he wanted to see the bone.

So, with this intention in mind, he tried to bring this effect to his power, and he succeeded without much effort, just thinking about strengthening his X-ray vision was enough for this, as he could slowly see beyond the muscle tissues while his vision extended.

However, he soon noticed a problem that he already expected along with another that he imagined could happen.

The first was obviously that when he did this his eyes started to heat up, and the second, as he had already explained, was the power output, but in this case it was the fine tuning.

If the previous problem was maximum power, the problem now was the subsequent adjustment, if when he activated his power it was like turning a tap to maximum, if he wanted to make that force weaker or stronger it wasn't a gradual and consecutive adjustment, it was a constant and continuous adjustment.

If the default strength was five and he wanted to change it to ten, it wouldn't increase gradually like in six, seven, or eight, one at a time, it would increase consecutively without stopping until it reached ten, the only caveat was that it was slow and he could at least least return to base strength of five without difficulty.

In other words, he had to train this power adjustment.

Then, by adjusting his x-ray vision until he could see the bone, he stopped reinforcing the vision, bringing it back to the level of seeing only the muscle tissues.

He did this a few more times, causing the efficiency of his vision to change and his eyes to alternate between feeling warm and normal consecutively.

After that, he tried the opposite, weakening his vision, and presumably it ended up being easier, although the same problem persisted.

He saw how his vision, as he tried to weaken it, began to continually return to normal vision, as he gradually stopped seeing muscle tissues and soon stopped at the skin, completely returning to normal.

However, his power was still activated, he still had x-ray vision, but it was "deactivated" so to speak.

"Huh, how curious"

It seems that that "standard level" idea he created is more accurate than he imagined.

Stopping his power from weakening, his vision soon returns to standard level, with him once again able to see beneath his skin again.

What he had to do from now on was clear, he would have to train this power adjustment, so that it would be something more controllable and less continuous and well, without control, he would just have to train and it would eventually happen.

He did this a few more times, weakening the x-ray vision until it turned off and then returning to the default level.

Then he stopped, his hand clenched into a fist as he frowned a little, he thought, this test and the previous one demonstrated that it wouldn't be easy to get the control he wanted.

"Well, nothing that routine can't solve"

He continued with the next part of the test, intending to prove his hypothesis once again.

He would try to copy Superman's strength, since he was sure it wasn't something he could copy now, he would try to do this by imagining a weakened Superman to see if it matched what he expected.

And so he did, his power activating, but not in the way he wanted as the intense burning sensation soon appeared, making him deactivate his power.

As he imagined, this default level would prevent him from copying the power of certain characters who were very strong at a weaker level, at least for now, so deciding to move on to another character, he thought of someone from the same universe and who was possibly not much stronger than him, Batman.

Then, thinking about the dark knight's physical strength, he soon felt his power activate, a faint sensation of heat surrounding his eyes, while he himself felt no noticeable change.

Deciding to test it, he went to his bed and reached under the bed, lifting one side and tilting it, then deactivating its power, making him feel the difference immediately.

"As expected of Batman, the guy is different"

He said this retrospectively about the change in strength, he expected Batman to be stronger but not to this level considering his personal strength and the level of humans in this world.

In fact, in this world, in addition to the different colors of hair and eyes and the highest standard of beauty, the physical capacity of the human being was also greater, contested by the deadlift record which was 700 kg (1,543 lbs), while he wasn't wrong, his old world record was 500 kg (1,102 lbs).

The same happened with all other Olympic sports, with records superior to those of his former world, and that was the main reason why he never found his abnormal physical capacity strange for someone his age.

As he had already met guys similar to him in some martial arts tournaments he had participated in, he didn't think he was that special, believing that he just had good genetics by the standards of this world.

But well, now he found out that he was really unusual, but that's not the point here.

Then, feeling the difference in strength and confirming it, he lowers the bed, then returns to the starting position in the middle of the room and goes back to thinking.

With that, he confirmed the standard level of power, that he needs to train it, and that he had no problem thinking of a strong character as long as it wasn't at a very high level, maybe something like Captain America would be fine?

Deciding to test this, he soon formed the image in his mind, thinking of Captain America's physical strength, but his eyes soon heated up in warning, causing him to deactivate the power.

"Captain America is out of the picture, then."

It shouldn't be a problem for him to have Captain America's strength, as long as it was for a few minutes of course, as now he would have to focus on simpler powers.

"...Wait a minute, that doesn't make much sense"

Frowning with one hand on his chin and the other on his waist, thinking for a moment, he noticed a flaw in the logic of his power.

"If my power has a standard power level when used, is it only for eye powers?"

He was thinking that when he used other eye powers he didn't have this adjustment, but when thinking about a power of a physical nature this happened.

"Okay, that doesn't make much sense"

He also thought about the other power he used when manipulating water, which was Water Bendig, this had no power adjustment.

"So if it's an "active" type power like super strength or energy attack, it has no power adjustment, but if it's a power that requires some further activation, like bending or eye power, it has an automatic power adjustment?"

He shook his head in confusion, trying to find the logic behind it, to no avail.

"Yeah, never mind, it's not a big problem anyway, I just have to train to fix it, and maybe it's not even a limitation, maybe it's just a weakness because my power is still very weak."

In the end it didn't matter much because as he had said, all it took was training to solve it, it wasn't a big problem.

In the end, these little back-to-back tests helped him get a better idea of ​​his power and the logic behind it.

So he decided to move on to what he really wanted to test, the practical part of his power.

"Hehe~ Let's go"

Clapping his hands and rubbing them together, Micael let out a light laugh as he prepared himself, feeling his excitement increase.

He was going to test a power, or rather, an ability that he had thought of that morning.

So, without delay he prepared himself once again, closing his eyes, he thought about the specific ability of a certain character.

And to his great satisfaction, he felt his power activate, but he kept his eyes closed, already using the skill he was copying.

Soon he opened his eyes, instead of empty space, there was someone standing in front of him, a guy shorter than him with impressive muscles and full of scars, medium length hair, a mole on the corner of his mouth and soft features asian man wearing short red shorts and ribbons wrapped around his wrists and shins, Baki hanma was standing in front of him.

"It worked~ ehehe~"

Micael let out a laugh when he saw the person in front of him, his excitement was obvious, even if his eyes were a little hot, it didn't stop him from feeling happy.

The skill he was using was the same as the guy in front of him, the imaginary opponent that Baki could use, the same skill that allowed him to train as if he were fighting someone real, or a damn giant praying mantis.

It was this ridiculous skill he was using and he was clearly very happy about it.

Then, calming down from the wave of excitement, Micael looked at the short, muscular guy in front of him, walking around him and analyzing.

"Hmm...so that's how Baki looks in real life, respect...but this shit looks really realistic"

He said, standing in front of him, impressed by the physique of the guy in front of him as his hand moved over him, passing through him as if he were a hologram.

"Huh, that's fucking weird"

He said, as his hand passed over the chest of the illusory baki in front of him, obviously not feeling anything there, and wondering if this was what it was like to be under the influence of drugs.

A moment later, he deactivated his power, Baki's illusory form in front of him disappearing, he then moved his hands to his eyes massaging them.

"Sigh..."

Letting out a tired sigh, these small tests took a toll on his stamina, and this baki skill was very tiring for him currently, but he believes that it wouldn't be too difficult if he wanted to use it like baki to train.

After massaging his eyes, he decided to continue with the final use of this skill by summoning another person.

"It's definitely not a good idea, but I'll do it anyway"

Commenting to himself about his possibly stupid act, Micael activated his power once again and used the skill, soon, a physical form began to appear in front of him, he was tall, abnormally muscular, wore black clothes and had his hands in his pockets, with dark red hair and a distinctive smile.

Yujiro Hanma, in all his ogre glory was standing in front of him, but he didn't have time to properly analyze the realistic version of the man, as his body at that moment was going through a specific reaction.

His body was tense, muscles contracted to the extreme, goosebumps ran through his body, as he looked at the peak of strength in front of him, his body was having an instinctive reaction, flight or fight, even if it was just an illusion, the power that he exhaled even though he was just standing in front of him, it was no joke.

"Mother...fucker"

Feeling the reaction of his body, Micael cursed with difficulty, he tried to move his body but it seemed that he no longer had control over himself, even though he had chosen to fight, his body seemed to have chosen to play dead.

Still trying to move without getting any results, he made an effort to at least try to move his arms, but it ended up being useless, in the end, seeing that trying to move wouldn't do any good, he ended up deactivating his power, making the image in front of him disappear.

Leaning forward while taking a deep breath, Micael felt incredibly tired, as if he had been through an extremely stressful situation, and it was to a certain extent, he put his hand to his forehead and felt the sweat accumulated there.

"Damn…this bastard really is a damn monster, it was just a damn illusion, imagine what the real person would be like"

He thought, feeling in addition to the physical tiredness, the slight pain in his eyes when imagining Yujiro, he didn't realize it right away because he was too busy trying to regain control of his body, but now he had realized that using this skill with Yujiro was much more tiring than with Baki.

Furthermore, when he imagined Baki, he didn't have that reaction, although the guy could beat him up like he was a rag doll, probably because he didn't have that oppressive aura that seemed to say 'I'm going to eat you'.

"The worst part is that this son of a bitch could actually do this, in both senses of the word."

Snorting at his questionable joke, Micael recovered his posture, straightening up and taking a deep breath.

"Haaa...let's continue"

Regaining focus and continuing the test, he moved on to the next skill he wanted to test, a skill that would perhaps help him understand the nature of his power and could make his plan work.

Then, going back to the bathroom, he stopped in front of the mirror again, he started thinking about the skill he wanted to invoke, without delay his power was activated and he soon saw the difference.

His vision soon changed, his reflection in the mirror gradually disappeared, when only a dark outline remained representing his body in the reflection.

"As I thought...and that's fucking weird"

The ability he was using was the Byakugan, to be exact, the ability to see through objects and see chakra, ignoring other abilities like 360° vision and long distances, and yes, it was taking its toll as his eyes heated up and they hurt a little.

And as he thought, he had no difficulty in controlling the Byakugan's vision, seeing exactly how he wanted, which was this dark outline that was left when using the Byakugan to the fullest to see through something, but mainly what didn't surprise him much were the two bluish-white luminous balls in the eye area.

There where his eyes were, representing them, were these two glowing balls, obviously being an indication of his power, he just didn't know if it was like that normally or if it was like that because it was activated.

He also didn't know if chakra vision would help him see anything, but it worked in the end, and there's also the fact that his control over the efficiency of his vision was as good as he'd hoped, he just wasn't sure if his power didn't really have that limitation with ocular powers or not.

So continuing, he tried to adjust his vision and change what he saw, his vision then slowly changed leaving the black outline and the bluish white dots disappearing, while his vision changed and he began to see a kind of blue filling all over his body, it was like heat vision, only instead of being red and orange it was blue.

"Is this magical energy?"

Seeing that blue color surrounding his body, he imagined that it was the supposed magical energy that all humans possess.

"I see, my power feeds off my magic, so this is my energy source?"

He commented on this by observing how that energy seemed to move towards his eyes, and noticed those same light blue balls in a lighter tone that almost blended with that of the magical energy, his eyes seemed to absorb his magical energy like the event horizon. of a black hole.

He wondered if that was why his power was so weak since he had little magical energy, in addition to wondering if it was supposed to be like that because as he said he didn't feel any type of energy being drained or anything like that.

"Yeah, more questions and I still don't have answers"

Feeling once again lost with the real nature of his power, he could only ignore it for now, leaving it for a later test, at least with this he can prove the ability to see magical energy and his plan could be put into practice.

Then moving forward he changed his vision once again, this time he didn't see his magical energy and instead saw his own skin.

Yes, he was seeing through his clothes, which meant he himself was naked in his vision.

"Huh, I hope it stays that way, I'm not interested in seeing other people naked."

He was referring to the ability to choose the type of vision he wanted to have, whether it was black outline vision or through clothing vision, he seemed to be able to adjust these visions without difficulty so as not to worry when trying to see the magical power of someone in the future and then he wouldn't need to see that person naked either.

Changing the focus of his gaze, he looked at his eyes, answering yet another of his doubts, just as his pupils glowed red when he activated heat vision, the veins around his eyes were bulging, but his eyes remained in the Same standard dark brown tone.

He analyzed himself for a moment, those prominent veins were really very noticeable, using those abilities in public would be a bit problematic but he would manage, other than that he wonders why his iris and pupil haven't changed to the white of a Byakugan, Once again he questioned the logic of his power.

"It's really scary, Hah, if any annoying kid tests my patience in the future, I can look at him with these eyes and he will definitely stay quiet, kek."

Laughing lightly and with a mischievous smile on his face, Micael mischievously thought about this scenario that would certainly be funny.

Stopping smiling like a Disney villain, he continued with his action, his vision changing again as he slowly began to see his clothes, the bulging veins in his eyes disappearing, his power still activated, but without the Byakugan abilities and without pain or burning.

In the end he ended up deactivating his power, once again bringing his hands to his eyes and massaging them to relieve the pain.

And besides the pain and burning in his eyes, he felt completely mentally exhausted, the toll of all these tests taking their toll, it was clear that he couldn't continue much longer, even though he still had many powers and abilities that he wanted to test, but It seemed like I would have to leave that for later.

"Okay, just this more and I'll stop, damn, I already feel like shit"

Leaning over the sink, he gathered up the last bit of energy he had to continue, then straightening up and facing his reflection once more, he began another test, his intention being to see if he could copy something that could potentially help him cheat to get stronger faster.

So, without further ado, he thought of the skill he wanted, well, if it could be considered as such.

Thinking for a moment, he imagined what he wanted, Batman's intellect.

But despite focusing his thoughts on that, his power didn't activate as usual, opening his eyes and looking at his reflection in the mirror with a calm expression, he didn't say anything before continuing and closing his eyes.

'Tony Stark's Intellect...'

Changing targets, he thought once again trying to copy someone's intellect, but just like before his power was not activated.

Opening his eyes again and staring at his reflection once more without saying anything, he tried again and this time with a much bigger target in mind.

"Azmuth intellect..."

Facing his reflection, he waited, but once again his power did not activate.

"Sigh, as I thought, it was too good to be true"

With a sigh of frustration, Micael ran his hand through his hair, he wasn't surprised by this result, in fact he was already expecting something like this, after all it would really be cheating if he also managed to copy the intellect of certain characters.

The implications for this, if it were possible, were obvious, he could use the copied genius intellect and become stronger much faster through science, but this obviously didn't work, completely in line with his non-existent luck.

"Goodbye giant manned robot, I will definitely miss you"

Saying goodbye to his fantasy of creating his own giant robot, he scratched his head in yet another act of frustration, luckily he wasn't too disappointed, because if you expect things to go wrong, when they actually do go wrong you won't be too disappointed.

"If this one didn't work, the next one certainly won't work either."

Thinking about the next skill he wanted to copy, Micael once again looked at his reflection and then thought about what he wanted, Tony Stark's knowledge.

And as he expected, his power didn't activate, so shifting his thought to someone else, he thought of Batman's knowledge, but it obviously didn't work either.

"Haaa..."

Exhaling in exasperation, he leaned over the sink, this confirmed that his power had some limitations, he just didn't think it made sense considering how his power worked.

Tapping his finger on the sink, he reflected on whether this limitation made sense or not.

"Without intellect or knowledge…wait, isn't there that power of creation, tinker or something?"

After thinking for a moment, he remembered a power from a world, worm or something, if he wasn't wrong it worked like a kind of instinct that helped a person build something without having the necessary knowledge of it.

Then, deciding to try this power as well, he closed his eyes once again as he thought about it.

However, once again, nothing happened.

He stood still for a moment, looking down at the sink, his mind thinking about it, standing still without moving for a while, the only indication of his rumination being the momentary tapping of his finger on the sink.

After staying like that for a few seconds, his mind ended up having another idea, making him raise his head.

"Okay, I guess I can try that too"

Thinking about the truth of this, he didn't delay and soon began trying to copy the skill he had in mind, looking at his own eyes in the reflection, he thought about the gamer's observation skill.

His idea with this was perhaps to deduce what his power was and thus finally understand what it could do, although he also believed that it probably wouldn't work because it would be too easy, anyway, he thought that even if it didn't work, his power would simply not activate as usual.

Well, he was wrong.

When thinking about this ability, he imagined that nothing would happen, but something happened and it was not pleasant, instead of the feeling of activation of his power, what he felt was a sharp pain in his eyes, as if someone was sticking a red-hot needle straight into his eyes.

"Agghh!—"

He exclaimed letting out a scream of pain, but interrupting before it could get too loud, he didn't want to draw his family's attention by letting out a scream of pain coming out of nowhere.

His hands were over his eyes, covering them and with his fingers clenched around his face, his teeth clenched with veins protruding from his neck and his body leaning back, all of this demonstrating an image of effort and anguish.

"...Fuck"

After a while, as the sharp pain began to subside, he lowered his hands, his eyes were red and watery as he blinked several times trying to adjust his blurry vision.

"What the fuck was that?"

If asked, he looked down at his hands as his vision recovered, the sensation of sharp pain still vivid in his head, he had no idea why this happened.

"...Was it some kind of warning or what?"

This was the hypothesis he most believed in, that when trying to discover the origin of his power and what it was through a "cheat", the being who gave him his power placed this pain as a kind of security so that he would not do this.

Looking up at the bathroom ceiling with a frown, wondering if he was being watched at that moment.

"...Tsk, whatever"

Clicking his tongue in irritation, he decided not to think about it, he wouldn't be able to confirm anything anyway, this was just one of the many doubts he had regarding his power.

Massaging his eyes once more, he looked at his reflection one last time as he blinked his eyes in quick succession, after doing this he began to move leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him, walking through his room and ending up at the sit on the bed.

Sitting on the bed, he continued massaging his eyes, thinking about other powers and abilities he wanted to test, but now with how tired he was, and with this latest "attack" on his eyes, he believed it was best for him to go to sleep for now.

"Man, now I feel like shit, ugh, and to think that the side effect of mental exhaustion would be depression, hah"

With a bitter smile on his face, he continued massaging his eyes before removing his hands, looking straight ahead without a specific focus and blinking his eyes.

He stayed like that for a while, blinking his eyes and trying to relax the tension in them, after a while, he brought his hand to his chin and scratched it, contemplating two things he couldn't test efficiently.

The first was his supposed sixth sense, at that moment he felt himself being watched, it didn't seem to be some kind of power originating from his eyes, as he didn't feel his power being activated when it happened.

His guess was that it could be some sort of second power, something not directly related to his eyes, or perhaps it was the opposite and was a sub-ability of his eyes.

Ultimately, as always, he could only speculate about what it was, without having any real way of knowing what it was.

At least he would take a test that could perhaps help him understand this sixth sense better.

Then, getting up from the bed and going to the computer desk, he opened the drawer and took out a rubber ball.

His test would be simple, he would use this ball to see if his sixth sense, and in fact also his other impractical ability, worked as he imagined.

Then, heading towards the wall, he raised his hand in front of his face, closed his eyes and threw the rubber ball at the wall with force.

Thump! Thump!

With the sound of two thuds in quick succession, the ball hit the wall before quickly returning against Micael's forehead, with his head tilted back a little and his eyes still closed.

"...that hurt"

Releasing these words in a calm tone, Micael returned his head to its original position, moving his hand and smoothing his forehead.

With that, he confirmed that in fact, he didn't know a practical way to test this sixth sense, just as he didn't really know what it really was, maybe it was something that only activated in situations of real danger, but whatever it was, it was a useful thing to have.

Moving over and picking up the fallen ball, he placed it back in the desk drawer before returning to the bed and sitting down, then staring blankly into space with his hands massaging his forehead.

He thought, reflected on how this test with the ball would also serve another skill he had in mind, but obviously it didn't work either.

This ability was "automatic activation" so to speak, when he fought against that crazy priest, his power was activated by itself, but not only that, it was at an appropriate power for the situation.

A power he didn't think about or imagine as his mind was more focused on fighting than anything else, but his power activated with a useful ability without him consciously thinking about it.

His guess was that just like the 'sixth sense', this 'automatic activation' was related to his survival, and these abilities were only activated when his life was at risk, basically his power was aligned with his survival instinct.

That was his guess since the test with the ball didn't work, anyway, only with time will he get the answers, hopefully.

"Well, with all that done, I think now all that's left is the final test, and without a doubt the most important of all"

Getting up from the bed, he positioned himself again in the middle of the room, rotating his arms, despite the mental fatigue and the pain in his eyes, he still intended to do this last test, as it was important after all.

"Huuu, okay, let's go"

Exhaling through his mouth, he mentally prepared himself, before finally beginning his final test, the one that, if it worked, would change everything.

[...A few minutes later]

"Ahaha...hahaha-AHAHAHAHAHA!!!..."

At that moment, Micael was inside his room laughing like a generic villain, like Kira when he was discovered, with his arms open and his head tilted up, looking like a complete madman.

"...HAHAHAHAH!!!..."

His laughter was unrestrained, thanks to the pure joy he felt, making him not care that it might upset his family.

"HAHAHA-It really worked!-AHAHAHA..."

Now, apart from the maniacal laughter, anyone who couldn't see wouldn't find anything strange about this situation, perhaps they just thought that Micael was very excited about something, hence the laughter.

For example, that was the thought his father and stepmother had downstairs, but if they or anyone else could see Michael at that moment, they would wonder what was wrong with him.

The reason for this was simple, because at this moment, while laughing like crazy, Micael is there, standing in that position with his arms outstretched, and naked.

Yes, exactly what you heard, he was naked, without any clothes on his body, but that wasn't all, because in addition to being naked, he had an erection.

Yes, exactly that, he had an erection, and that was the reason for his euphoria, as his "sword" was bigger than before, putting him well above average.

You see, he was already an above average guy in that regard, but like any other man, of course, faced with the ability to grow, he was obviously happy.

"AHAHAH..."

So yes, he was happy because he could make his dick bigger, unfortunately, it was only temporary.

"AHAHA-"

"Shut up, Micael!"

"HA...my bad!"

With his unrestrained laughter being interrupted by a scream from Mari, he stops when he regains his composure, then, with his hands on his hips, he looks at his "sword" increased in length and thickness.

"It's great to know that I can do this, but it's a shame that for now the energy expenditure is high"

He was referring to the fact that the skill he was using to cause this change in his body was very tiring for him currently, corroborated by the pain and heat in his eyes at that moment.

Then, not wanting to tire himself out any more than necessary, he deactivated his power, the uncomfortable pain and heat in his eyes disappeared, and his "sword" returned to its standard length and thickness.

Seeing that he had returned to factory size, he let out a tired sigh, then moved and put on his clothes again, then went to the notebook with the notes he had made with all the tests.

Seeing the sheet with the words written on it, he tore it up and went towards the bathroom.

Arriving there and opening the door, he moved and stopped in front of the toilet when he lifted the lid, lifting the paper and bringing it to his face, he read all the words that had been written there, including the last one that said "seimei kikan to the dick".

This was what he used to modify his body, he knew other body manipulation skills, but this was the least exhaustive among the ones he could remember.

Then, continuing what he had in mind, he activated his power one last time, his pupil glowing red, with then his heat vision hitting the paper and causing it to catch fire, causing him to deactivate it before reaching the wall.

Watching the paper burn as the remains of the burnt paper fell into the toilet, he waited until there was only a corner left before flushing what was left down the toilet.

Flushing the toilet, he left the bathroom, a slight smile on his face feeling that burning the paper like that had been cool, then going to the switch button on the wall, he turned off the light in the room, moving and going to bed in followed.

Lying in bed, despite the tiredness and uncomfortable pain he felt, he didn't worry that it would prevent him from sleeping, his exhaustion would make the process easier.

He looked at the ceiling for a moment, breathing in and out deeply, then closed his eyes and turned to his side, waiting for sleep to come and thinking about what tomorrow would be like.