Hatice had run away a week ago. She was afraid and couldn't go to her home. She stayed in the streets for an entire week, scared of cops, trying to avoid people.

She was already from a poor family, she didn't have much money, and the entire week she was living eating bread, and her money was run out.

While she was walking aimlessly, a creepy guy came near her. She said, "Stay away from me." A creepy guy groped her, and this was a big mistake. Hatice burned the guy's crotch. Man screamed Hatice ran away from the scene, and she found Mehmet. Mehmet was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk and just stayed there.

Hatice turned to Mehmet. Mehmet noticed her stare and opened his eyes. Hatice asked, "Mehmet, why are you here in the middle of the day?" Mehmet smiled and said, "What are you doing here? Are you really escaping the cops by staying on the streets?"

Hatice said, "Yea, but how did you know?" Mehmet said, "Hatice, look at yourself. You are a mess. You should not have panicked in the first place but don't cry over spilled milk."

Hatice said, "Can you help me?" Mehmet smiled and said, "Of course, you need a home to stay, somewhere safe and low-key."

Mehmet raised up, "You are now in the deep end. Before you can get cleared, you need to get a little more dirty." Hatice said, "What are you saying?" they come before a jewelry store. Mehmet said, "You need to rob this place, use your powers, don't hurt anyone, take the gold and return it to me."

Hatice "How becoming a criminal going to help me?" Mehmet smiled. "You are already a criminal. Doing this will make you a criminal with some funds, providing you somewhere safe to live."

Hatice went into the jewelry store and made a fireball on her hand. She shouted, "everybody stays calm, and nothing bad will happen. Just give me all the gold." When leaving the jewelry store, Hatice could not believe how easy the robbery had gone. She comes near Mehmet and says, "Wow, that was easy." Mehmet said, "Nobody wants to try their luck with a super. Let's leave here quickly." They left there and walked a pretty run-down part of the town. Old apartment buildings and poor people were everywhere.

Hatice asked, "Where are we going?" Mehmet said, "If you want to stay away from cops, you need to stay where cops don't want to come; this part of town is so crime-ridden police don't come here much." Then in front of a house, an Arab guy shook the hand of the Mehmet and said, "Welcome, welcome Mehmet. I haven't seen you in a while." Mehmet smiled and said, "Hello, Abbas" He pointed to the guy with his hand and said, "This is Abbas. He is a Syrian refugee."

Mehmet turned to Abbas and asked, "Abbas, I need your hospitality, of course, for a price. I want her to stay in your home with your wifes for a few mounts." Abbas made a money sign with his hand. Mehmet got two bracelets from the robbery bag and gave them to Abbas. Abbas smiled and said to Hatice, "Welcome to my home, dear guest."

Mehmet took the robbery bag and turned to Hatice. "You can stay here. Whenever you need money, come to me. Bringing your gold here with you only cause trouble here. I don't think cops even think about looking for you here."

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Hatice said, "Mehmet, why are you helping me?" Mehmet showed the jewelry bag to Hatice and said, "We are in a win-win relationship. I am holding a bag of jewelry. I intend to use some of this for myself."

Hatice said, " What about the future? What will going to happen in my future? I can't stay here forever." Mehmet smiled and said, "One step at a time. Now you just have a good bath and a good meal will think about other things later."

Hatice thought, "Mehmet is taking advantage of me, but what can I do? I don't have a plan and nowhere to go." Mehmet left the neighborhood smiling.

Mehmet returned to his spot. He wasn't going to need a new trick to find the money. He was already found enough money for quite a few months. He hid stolen gold in his home and returned to the cultivation point. He was going to try to meditate as much as possible here so he could have tier-one power. He was much weaker than Hatice, so much so it wasn't even funny.

A month passed, and Hatice came a few times to take some money. Other than that, without much trouble, Mehmet becomes a tier-one superhuman. Now he could easily push around a hundred-kilogram object with his mind. He could slowly move a maximum of two hundred and fifty kilograms.

After finally gaining his tier and proper powers, Mehmet looked at the dark web. He found an interesting tournament in his city, a secret contest for tier-one supers. He looked at the awards he found a prize he wanted. A piece of the meteor shower meteor.

He made a Kevlar balaclava for his Kevlar armor. He didn't intend to fight, showing his identity. Costumes are allowed in matches. He had guessed nobody would suspect his costume provided additional protection.

He registered online. The dark web site allowed registering without giving much information. This tournament was a secret deal, probably made by some criminal organizations for a few reasons. The first reason was finding low-level superhumans to hire. So they were not probed much for information. But they needed a nickname for registration. Mehmet found the name, Mind Master.

The tournament is held in a secret location, a nightclub of sorts. When Mehmet went to the lounge, the bouncer, which he guessed to be a low-level superhuman, asked his name, and when Mehmet Said "Mind Master," he let him in.

Inside there were quite a few people. Mehmet went to the organizer and said, "I am Mind Master. I registered for the meteor prize." Organizer looked at Mehmet and said, "Kid, this is not a game. You need to win two fights for that prize, as the rules say no killing, but there is no guarantee of safety. Are you sure?" Mehmet nodded and smiled, and asked, "You can also win twenty thousand dollars for winning. If I pay you the money, could I get the stone without fighting?" Organizer laughed. "No, that prize is exactly to bring in weirdos like you who cared for useless stones more than hard cash."

Mehmet said, "How can you be sure someone with tier two power level will not come here? He could easily gather all the prices against tier-one people." Organizer showed a costumed guy. "Here, this guy is Hawklord. He is the strongest guy in our mob. He is tier two. If somebody tries what you say, we will not allow it to continue the tournament and try to rope him in for our gang. A tier two guy is more valuable for our organization than the prizes we give here."

Mehmet sat down and started to wait for his turn. There was a total of 20 people in the tournament, but Mehmet was trying to win two fights and take his meteor. He didn't intend to fight until the end of the tournament.

The first fight was between a middle-aged shop clerk-looking guy and a costumed guy who used a cheap Spiderman costume.

The fight began, and Spiderman started firing icicles. The clerk turned his fists to stone and started to run. The first icicle hit the clerk's body and made him bleed, but the second shot crashed by his stone hand.

The clerk closed the distance, and that moment was the end for the ice guy. With stone fists, he started to beat the crap out of Spiderman.

The crowd cheered with enthusiasm.