"What do you want?"

"What I want, you don't have the ability to give."

"I doubt that."

The doctor lifts up his needle filled with dirty water and other disgusting things. Currently I'm on an ambulance. Actually, I'm in enemy's territory.

He's back again, the suit guy.

All the people at the scene was under his control now. Last time, he detected that my power was about to fuck him up so he stops at the last moment. However instead of going away, he returns immediately.

He orders the emergency workers to tie me down.

This is bad actually. This is really bad. I'm not good with torture. I think I'm just going to sleep.

Suddenly, the person in white coat with the red cross slaps me.

"Ah, your sleep. I don't know what it is, but it is a thing in your mind."

...

Cold sweat pours down my forehead.

I think this person is the real deal. Even a telepath that can turn entire city can't read me, just what is this thing. I don't remember any powerful ability holder with this kind of manners in the old world.

No, the real reason I'm nervous is that perhaps... just a hypothetical... perhaps... just perhaps... maybe.... my power is not enough here.

I can't actually directly use my power or it will destroy the fabric of reality, I can only rely on the side effect of my power. When I use the side effect of my power, they are almost invincible. Even the most powerful ability holders will have a hard time dealing with their history being changed on a whim. It is not something that you can actually predict either, it is retroactive, by the time they were victims of the side effects of my power, the thing that my power did to them have already been done a long time ago. I think it extends to the beginning of the universe, so if they can be baller enough and have enough power to go back to before the Big Bang, they could no sell it, but that is a very implausible scenario.

However even then, it just means that nothing happen. You don't predict retroactive effect. And yet currently... this guy is testing me...

The moment the doctor was about to pump me up with sewage, also around the moment when the side effect of my power should kick in, the suit guy flickers out of existence and the doctor drops the needle.

Moment later, he comes back.

I can feel it too, it was right around the time the side effect of my power kick in and fuck him up.

...He predicted that somehow. If I'm not mistaken, that mean among his ability, there is actually a power that let him see the changes made to reality. He is at least a reality warper, in the worst case scenario, he is as dangerous as the Ability Holders that gathered on Doom Day once upon a time.

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I can still fuck him up though. That is why he is dodging out of the consequences of actually hurting me, it seems the side effects of my power can be predicted, but judging by how he always stops at the last moment, it would have serious fucked him up.

It means this is still fine.

If he isn't stronger than that, my power is more OP still.

"You should let me go."

I can feel that there was a serious kind of tension inside the suit guy. Even though he is the first one to recognize in a long time, I don't think I like him.

But it is still fine, he doesn't have the balls to actually hurt me if he knows what I know.

We are at an impasse then.

"What arrogance, still it is well deserved. This is the first time..."

I don't understand what that guy is saying at all.

Suddenly, the suit guy walks over to me, I can look into the bottomless abyss that was his eyes. I was then reassured that he is not human. It is not a he either. There was no humanity in those eyes despite how well it can hold a conversation.

It is like a raw bundle of SOMETHING being wrapped in emotion. The conversation was fun, but it was not actually communicating any thing with me. It is like a clever chat program. You can make out meaning and sentence, you can even have context, but all of it are just lines. They are just a mean to a goal, there aren't actually any intent or emotions in them.

"Rest assured. Everyone break eventually."

But how can I break if you can't even hurt me seriously?

"Prepare the Pentobarbital."

Suddenly, one of the doctor in charge says that. Eh, what is that?

They suddenly inject some strange things in me. Eh, it is probably nothing serious, if it were, they wouldn't have dare to-

I'm dead. My mortal coil is leaving my body. Ah, goodbye cruel world.

Suddenly, I was alive again, back on the ambulance.

...I think that for a moment, I just died.

"There was an energy signature escaping. It was your 'soul' wasn't it? However, even that too is dangerous. I can feel that just by touching that, something would have happened to me.

...You are quite powerful aren't you. But rest assured, everyone will break, especially if you can't even control it."

"Why do you know I can't control it?"

"If you could, you wouldn't be in this situation."

Damn you, I have no problems with controlling my power. However, the first thing that will happen is that this entire universe will go first before I can do anything with it.

...Could someone help me please?

However, my plea fell on deaf ears.

"Prepare Propofol."

The doctor says, and they inject some weird things inside me again.

...Seriously, I think I'm in serious trouble now.