Chapter 1

My research is finally a success. After 70 years of researching and at the age of 140, I was finally able to unlock the ultimate ability. The power to rewrite the wrongs to rights and give justice to... well me. In a world with powers beyond imagination, those without such are left in the dust. The only option then was to live a regular mundane life or live your life as a researcher and assist those with abilities with your knowledge.

That's it! Knowledge! One who lacks the sense of sight makes up with their other senses. I who lack power will make it up with my intelligence. I will create technology, no, weapons that can bring down ability users and be the ruler of this world. Yes! I will be the supreme power of this planet and this universe with the power of my brain! What could go wrong?

70 years later...

What a mistake I have done. 20 years after my "amazing idea" I have finished my studies and created the first invention that will bring me closer to my demise: the portal gun. This invention aided millions and came to be the main reason for our interstellar invasion. Now humans lived on every planet in the solar system in just 40 years.

Everything was beyond my imagination but still seemed like a good thing. That was until we came across other life forms from other planets. Denizens of other planets. And what do you think was the first idea humans had when they found intelligent life on other planets? Study them? Yes. Communicate with them? Yes. Conquer and control them? Yes.

We became explorers to invaders the day we came into contact with them. And we were dang good at conquering. In 10 years we came from living across the solar system to living across the entire galaxy. What came after that? I developed my most prized and final invention. The time machine. This invention was my life's goal that sprouted from the portal gun. This is what will get me from being the universe's scientist to the universe's ruler.

"Finally it is done."

The time machine was in front of me and was ready for the first test.

"Dr. Anderson, you have a visitor who came to see you", said his assistant.

"Hmm? I do not have any appointments with anyone though. Is it perhaps General Heiser?"

"No sir... and sorry."

"Sorry? what fo-"

I turned while I asked but stopped when I realized that my assistant was right in front of me. Holding a short sword that had half its blade penetrated through me.

"What?"

"Sorry doctor but this was something that must be don-"

Before he could finish I blasted his head with my mini ion ray gun that I always carry for safety measures. Guess it worked. After the blast, he fell down to the ground with a large hole in his face.

He was dead.

"Argh!"

I pulled the short sword out of my chest and threw it to the ground. Suddenly alarms sounded throughout the facility with flashing red lights.

"Guess there is more coming."

I moved my body while holding my wound with a handkerchief I head towards the time machine and put it on.

The time machine was not a vehicle, but an arm brace. It was supposed to be a watch-styled contraption but it required more room than what a tiny watch can procure. So I increased its size to a whole arm.

After I snapped the machine to my arm, I flipped the switch that activated the machine and set some commands. After the commands were placed, it started doing its magic. At a speed visible to the human eye, my stab wound healed to complete recovery. Or should I say I rewinded my body to a state before the stabbing.

"It works! My time machine works! With this, I will be unstoppable!"

Suddenly The doors to enter this room were blasted open and dozens of soldiers came through with black and red armor and a sword at hand. They lined up around and surrounded Dr. Anderson.

"We meet again Dr. Anderson."

"Always a pleasure to see you, General Heiser. Guess you came for this as well?"

I said while lifting my arm that wears the time machine. General Heiser stared at the machine with greedy eyes and then spoke up:

"I think you have something that belongs to me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, it is either that or I will rip it off your corpse."

"That is if you can catch me"

After I said that I pressed the red button that activated the main purpose of the arm: Travel through time. When I did it I went to see General Heiser's face and wondered what face would he make. He will lose me and the machine right in front of his eyes. What expression would he make? Fear? Despair? When I went to take a look I saw his face... what? Why is he smiling? He is about to lose what he came for. Does he have something planned out?

Wait why is nothing happening? I looked over toward my arm again and I saw nothing. Where is my arm? Then I saw someone with my arm in his grasp and a sword covered in blood in his other hand.

"ARRRRRGH!"

He cut my arm before I could press the button. I pulled my ion ray gun from my pocket and aimed it at him. No. I aimed it at the time machine. If I could not use it no one will. But before I could press the trigger, the whole world flipped upside down.

'What?'

That is when I saw another person and realized what happened.

'Oh, he is here. Jack the Butcher. His ability is to create waves of air and shoot them out when he swings his sword. And he swung it towards me. Towards my neck slicing it. Dang, I was so close. So cl-'

Then my head dropped to the ground and I died.

Well, that was anti-climactic. I was supposed to survive this incident and go back in time to change time to my advantage. Save my family, get my revenge, and all that good stuff. Ability users. They are too overpowered. The one who benefited the most from my invention was the ability users and not people like me who lack special abilities. After my invention of the portal gun, some people came to me to make a contract to mass produce and sell this gun. I accepted because I needed the money to continue my research. The results: the credit was stolen from me and I was given a measly position of a scientist under the management of the company TRANSVERSE LAB with little above minimum wage and a small lab. I had to work harder than ever to get to where I am today but that ended in one fell swoop.

The end of my story.