Wait! I remember that after reading the inscription of the watch, I arrived here... So if I reread it, I should come back to my fucking world, no? NO?! Please be it that way...

I looked at my hands, and the watch was gone. Instead, I got a tattoo of a snake eating itself by the tail, but it was not so visible, and in the middle of the circle that the snake was making, I felt a strange need to touch that space.

After I touched it with my other hand, a 50% battery message was displayed on my wrist in the middle of the tattoo before fading away. Shit, so it used half of the battery of whatever that was, to bring me here so I have just enough for a round trip.

While I was analyzing this strange tattoo, my neighbor was busy making a hole through the door AND wardrove...I only realized after I dodged an attempt to claw my fucking face.

Shit shit shit...I hope this works...I breathed in and said in a clear but not loud voice:

"Destiny is fated to come to me."

After that, I felt a current go through me and bright light...And I was back at my usual damp apartment...My lovely damp apartment...Jesus, fuck, I have never been happier to be here or anywhere else for that matter in my entire life!

I fell on the ground while being mentally exhausted...this was too much to take in... I now can go to an apocalyptic future and come back to my time as I wish...Well, technically, as long I provide sufficient energy to my tattoo...

Speaking of which...I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the almost invisible tattoo...I taped in the middle of the symbol, and a dim 1% appeared with a tiny text saying, "Please recharge using energy for usage."

Energy? What a generic word...Wait a minute how the hell I'm going to recharge a fucking tattoo?

I'm not going to plug into my skin any wires or shit like that!

I thought and realized the words of the old man about destiny had something to do with this for sure. Besides, I was thinking about my future for a while, and this old man literally gave me A future. I was still not sure if this was the future of my world or from another timeline.

With my mind made up, I decided to use that old taser that my childhood guardian gave me for protection when I was a teen...This is going to hurt for sure, at least I'm going to find out if this is a dream or just a fantasy!

I breathed in, pointed the taser at my wrist, close my eyes, and clicked on!

....

The expected pain didn't arrive. I opened my eyes and watched the tattoo. The snake was munching its tail while the % of the energy was increasing in decimals, albeit slowly as fuck.

0.30%

0.50%

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0.86%

After using all the power of the taser, it went up 1%.

Shit, it takes too long to charge up the taser to do it again! But at least I verified two things.

This is not a dream, and 1% is equal to approximately 1000 volts. So by deduction, I need another 98000 volts to feed this snake.

Shit! I can't pay that much electricity...

So it leaves me with no quick options...I need to bust open fuse boxes or put my finger in plugs to absorb the energy...

What better place to do this in a shady neighborhood? Almost no cams and everyone is suspicious looking and a suspect. Plus, they hate the police, so they don't tell shit to them.

I'm sorry, neighbors, but a man has to do what a man has to do.

But not now, now I'm going to sleep and dream with zombies.

...

The next morning I woke up, make a quick breakfast, and took a shower while planing my route of the fuses boxes across Brooklyn. It is a good thing that all this information is online and public knowledge, so anyone even with an old phone like mine can access it.

My route was simple; I will hit the fuses box on the outdoors of Brooklyn, away from my home and hospitals to avoid suspicion. Not that anyone would care anyway since in summer like it was right now, blackouts were a frequent issue in a poor neighborhood.

After a 40 minutes bus trip, I arrived at a desolate part of Brooklyn. I blend just right and followed the simple rules that kept me alive all these years on the concrete jungle. Don't make eye contact, avoid loud music/people, and walk fast. Some people looked at me curiously, but they didn't take another glance at me when I took out my old phone. I wasn't a good target for robbery. From their perspective, it looked to be too much of a trouble for little gain. Still, even if you are a young male, you have to be careful. There are a few organ collectors and people traffic these days, I saw a few of kidnaps myself. You always have to be alert and search for quick escape routes. Like emergency stairs, houses with loud dogs, or even if all these fails, wear a fake police ID to scare thugs. That last one was risky; I was almost beaten to death when they found out that badge; at least they didn't kidnap me.

After walking on high alert mode, I quickly went to the fuse box and checked that no one was nearby to tie my shoe next to the fuse box. I quickly open the standard lock with my spare hand. Thanks to many late nights coming and going from the orphanage, I developed this one-handed picking technique.

Looking as casual as possible and introduced my snake tattoo hand in the now open box.

A quick spark and light were leaking from the box, and the angry shouts of the neighbors made my deduction correct! This worked!

I walked away casually, standing up, going in a different direction from time to time to avoid tails.

And then I checked my tattoo. I tapped into the middle, and a 52% appeared. Great! Now I only needed another fuse box to complete the recharge, and that will be all for a productive day of stealing energy... I mean working!

I went to the nearest bus station and took the next bus towards another part of Brooklyn and did the same thing... This time I almost got caught because a dog was barking at me after I left the fuse box.

But the owner was used to his dog barking, so he just pulled him away from my direction.

After dodging the mob of angry people searching for the culprit, I arrived at a small alley, and I checked my wrist at the tattoo.

The snake was solid black and very life-like looking. If you pay a closer look, you could even see that the snake was blinking! Now it displayed a 100% charge of the tattoo, but it also revealed for a second a little small box on the upper left corner inside the circle.

The box in question was dimed, much like when the snake was when it was out of power...Maybe it is a gift box!

Maybe if I have enough power, I could click on it! Since right now, it was not responding to my touch.

I decided to hit a final fuse box on the way home. I took the last bus towards my home and stopped midway there to search for a fusebox not guarded enough.

I did it much like the other two times and fled the scene. I arrived at my home panting since I decided to walk there instead of retaking the bus...Since I didn't have that much money for bus fares.

I arrived, took a quick shower, had something to eat after that, and rested on my bed.

While I was on the bed, I finally checked the box. I clicked, and the present I was expecting didn't appear.

The box was an interdimensional space of 1 square meter that I could see with my mind. Each time I put something or took something out of the area, it will take energy, the energy required depends on the size of the object.

I could also feel like I could expand the box somehow, but I didn't know-how. All of this information was inside my brain. It was peculiar...Maybe this is how some people get information from their gods, haha, not that I believe in any of them.

Anyway, I now completed my first milestone and even got one more present for free! I got energy on my tattoo and got a magical box to stash my porn! Haha, what a good day a felony...I mean work