A few hours later, Braun pulled back from his tablet with a tired gaze. Presented before him was a page filled to the brim with humanoid-looking gestures drawn in various poses, with a clear trend going from easy to hard the one more moved to the right.

Braun stretched his arms into the sky and bent his back, relieving the slight tension around those parts of his body. Taking a peek outside through the window in his room, cold winds passed through the fluttering curtains, and a smile formed on his face as he gazed at the moon hanging high in the night sky.

It was finally nighttime.

He stood up from his chair, closed his drawing tablet, and changed clothes.

Looking at his reflection, he now wore a baggy black hoodie, black sweatpants, a black cap, and a black face mask. He also wore a black duffle bag where he stored his airsoft gun, his futuristic-looking gun, his boomerangs, and as for his katana, he placed it inside his hoodie lined along his sleeves.

Braun stood at the edge of his bedroom window and looked down at the floor many meters down. A normal person jumping down from such height would kill them, but Braun, unafraid, hopped forward and latched onto the opposite wall in front of him.

Grabbing the space between bricks, he swiftly slid down the wall and landed inside a dark alleyway, with wet puddles on the ground and garbage scattered haphazardly.

He looked around, confirming no eyes had seen his landing, and swiftly delved deeper into the shadows of the alleys.

As stupid as this plan may be, it holds a lot of merit considering the factors I currently know of.

After the meteor shower, some should have inevitably landed in cities or near their peripheries, meaning they should have found their way into the hands of people, giving them superpowers in the process.

Now, they definitely need a place to practice their abilities, or maybe commit a crime or two, and potentially one of those lucky bastards are some crooks, crooks that wander around these alleys looking for potential victims to toy with.

.Essentially, my plan revolves around the pipedream that some villain wannabe is wandering around the alleys, and I’d be their target.

Now, besides the potential existence of a secret organization regulating the existence of superpowers for who knows how long, this would be my best shot at encountering them in the night during these early periods. Maybe later, once more of them become brazen enough to commit crimes at larger scales like robbing bonks and such, I could more easily locate them and experiment with their bodies.

For now, this would suffice.

Braun contemplated as he delved deeper into the shadows, his steps light and his figure blurry to the human eye. Splashes formed as he stepped on puddles of water, with his reflection covering the stars in the night sky.

His shadow loomed on the walls, sometimes short, sometimes tall.

…

“No… No!” A woman shouted as she struggled to break free of her captor’s hands.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, with dark brown hair tied to a ponytail, wearing a simple peach-colored shirt and light blue pants.

Pressing her to the whole was a bloke of average height wearing a dark green hoodie and pants that were practically falling off his waist. He grabbed the woman’s wrists with gloved hands, eyes shining bright with lust and desire.

“Hehehe, no one is gonna hear you here, lady,” he said with a loud cackle, his hips pressed against her legs.

“NOOOO!” She shrieked but to no avail. They were too deep into the alleys of the city, and her voice was overshadowed by the loud horns and roaring engines of the wandering cars and vehicles.

“Scream! Scream as loud as you want! Nobody is going to help you!” Like an obnoxious, typical comic crook, he licked his lips lecherously and pressed his face closer to hers.

Huh… Is that actually happening right now or are they filming a porno? Braun guessed, unsure of what he was witnessing.

Lying behind the shadows, he watched as the man grew more and more perverted with his actions, his pants unbuckled fully and on the ground, leaving only his boxers to cover his nether regions.

The woman, helpless and unable to escape, sobbed uncontrollably as the man lustfully grabbed her body.

Braun smiled at the amusing sight, murmuring to himself with a whimsical tone, “Is this a sign that my ‘genius plan’ really holds some merit? Will I actually encounter a superpowered crook one night? Will that really be my second encounter with superpowers?”

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He sighed at that improbable idea and decided that he had seen enough.

Raising his arm, a green flame covered one of his boomerangs. He swung his hand and flicked his wrist, causing the augmented toy to fly at breakneck speeds, spinning and rotating at a dangerous rate.

In the blink of an eye, it tore through the air, spinning through the filthy man’s neck and returning back to Braun’s hand, the blood dispersed as it spun in the air.

The woman watched with shocked eyes as her assailant’s head slid to the ground, dropping with an audible thud with blood pooling beneath her shoes. Her whole body froze, surprise and fear showing on her face.

Unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events, her instinct overrode her mind and she turned tail, running off into the distance with quivering arms and legs. The scene of the beheaded men remained in her mind, crystal clear, a memory that would probably traumatize her for the rest of her life.

A short while later, Braun walked in, his face mask taken off, revealing his sharp white teeth. He crouched on the ground, grabbed the assailant’s head, and opened his mouth wide.

To think I would get to eat another human today. I really thought Lucas would be my last one for a long while.

Braun chuckled, biting into the pervert’s head.

…

Flames burned the last remnants of blood in the alley, destroying every last trace of the murder that had occurred there. The woman, being the last witness, would probably be deemed crazy and have her reports invalidated considering the clear lack of evidence. If not, then there would still be no links connecting the murder to Braun, so overall, the coast was clear for him.

The only downside he could imagine was that crooks would become more hesitant in wandering around dark alleys and committing crimes, but considering no one would really give a damn about some waste of space nobody, he assumed the assailant’s death would not become big news.

Braun continued to wander around after his first encounter in hopes of finding some of the mythical superpowered crooks he had been looking for, but besides the robbery attempt he witnessed in which he stole the money stolen by the robber after the robbed person left for himself, the night was pretty peaceful overall.

Still, two crimes in one night? That’s a surprising number, but considering this city has hundreds of thousands of people, it’s not that surprising. Braun smiled and felt his wallet in his back pocket, thick and containing a large amount of stolen money.

At the break of dawn, he once again scaled the wall leading to his bedroom and hopped in through the opened window. Closing it behind him, he took off his clothes and put on a new outfit; an oversized cream-colored shirt, light gray pants, and a comfortable white hoodie.

Grabbing the bottle of olive oil at his bedside table, he opened it with a plonk sound and chugged down nearly half the bottle. Disgusting, yes, but it was also efficient. Drinking straight-up liquid calories was one of the cheat codes he came to realize yesterday and he still had plenty of olive oil bottles in store, enough that it would last him for a week or two of consumption.

Feeling his tired body relaxed and rejuvenated under the effects of his rapid adaptation, he placed the half-drank olive oil bottle on his bedside table and sat on his desk, eyes fixated on the large drawing tablet.

He hummed a soothing melody, his hands tracing lines on the tablet to create gesture drawings of humans in increasingly complex poses.

Some of them raised their arms to the air and their legs dangled to the side. Some squatted on the ground, their arms squeezed between their thighs. Some formed a strange A-like shape using their body, with legs spread to the side and bodies bent forward at a sharp 90 degrees.

For the rest of his morning, he practiced non-stop and polished his skills at an enviable pace.

In the first hour, he drew featureless human bodies from various perspectives and poses.

In the second hour, he detailed the faces, fingers, toes, muscles, and studied the complex anatomy of the human body. He absorbed the knowledge like a sponge and applied what he learned without fail.

In the third hour, he began to color his canvases, adding lights and shadows, and rendering human bodies with skills comparable to an artist who had spent over a year practicing art.

By the fourth hour, his humans turned into furry humanoid creatures, ranging from bunnies, foxes, and wolves. Different animals took on a human form, blending the characteristics of humans into the wild silhouettes of beasts.

His pen moved like a shadow, drawing lines, adding colors, and forming shapes and figures. His efficiency grew, cutting the steps he needed to outline his figures.

He drew his figures quicker. He colored them faster. His understanding of lights and shadows allowed for a faster pace of rendering his art.

Now, after hours of work, his latest piece presented itself to him on his digital canvas.

A busty furry humanoid figure leaned forward towards him, their cleavage shining as if covered in oil. Their wolf-like face meshed with human features smirked teasingly, their fingers pressed onto a cameramans’ chest. Their tail swished at the back, and their legs bent slightly to appear smaller.

Floating right beside the figure was a single line of text.

“Wanna fuck?”

Braun stared at his latest work, silent, contemplative. Then, after a short contemplative moment of silence, he smiled, his grin widening ever so slowly as if he were holding back a laugh.

“How the mighty has fallen indeed.” Braun swept back his hair, his eyes glossed with a layer of helplessness and amusement.

From writer to furry artist, all in the span of two days. Braun sighed and simply accepted what he was doing as a necessary deed. What can I say, those furries are rich as hell and this is the quickest way I could possibly get commissions from degenerates online.

Besides the wackiness of the situation, there were plenty of things Braun had achieved. Foremost, his art had improved by leaps and bounds, enough improvement that he could finally move on to the actual money-making part of the process.

He pressed open a window and logged into his numerous artist accounts online, all with the same general name, ‘FurGod’.

Taking some of his recent artworks and compiling them together, he began to upload his pieces online while whipping up the advert he was going to spread all around. It detailed a simple sample of his artworks, along with the prices for his commissions.

His prices ranged from a measly ten dollars to a hundred dollars, with the range being low and high enough for various customers at different levels of wealth. At his current pace, he can take on over ten commissions per hour, so the only limiting factor for him right now is his current fanbase—an enormous fanbase of an unbelievable amount, zero.

Braun closed his tablet, leaving his accounts to grow on their own through the adverts’ help. He had the skills, so it will only be a matter of time before others recognize the quality of his works.

Once the ball rolls, the numbers would accumulate on their own.