Name: Johnathan Time
Age: 8
Strength: 1.4
Dexterity: 2.4
Constitution:6
Perception:1
Energy:1.5
Skills: ["Lvl3 Iron Finger", "Lvl2 Iron Skin", "Lvl2 Fitness"]
He was currently in the third grade. Something interesting happened to John. They were testing reading speed and comprehension and noticed that he was at college level.
They told him this would be his last year in elementary school.
He would be taking a special course at home and in a few months could start high school.
On his last day in third grade. He had a bit of bad luck.
Someone had infiltrated the school with a gun.
He wasn't noticed by security and there were no warnings.
John always was very cautious and planned for everything. So he wasn't too shocked when a person came into the classroom and starting shooting.
John rushed towards the man and was shot.
Not once. But twice.
He slowed down his perception of time and calculated the trajectory of the bullets. His mind was able to react quickly. It was his body that was too slow. All he managed to do was make sure not to get hit in his vitals.
He couldn't have his revival ability exposed in front of others. He could also choose to not revive for a few days. Then follow his body with his intent.
Then once he was buried or cremated. He could then revive at one of the locations.
But he was too young. This was troublesome.
He wasn't yet ready to die.
The killer was surprised that John didn't even slow down after getting shot twice. He pulled the trigger a few more times. But John judged the path correctly and it looked as if he dodged the bullets.
John kicked his knee, causing the man to collapse to the ground within his reach.
He then ripped out his throat.
And for good measure. He ripped through his chest with his hand.
Ripping out his heart.
The killer gurgled blood and dropped to the ground while holding his neck as blood sprayed out.
Everyone looked in horror at the corpse on the ground. They also looked at John as if was a monster. It didn't help that he was covered in blood.
John had put away the gun into his storage space while everyone was distracted.
John was carried by ambulance to a hospital. He was told by the doctors that he was incredibly lucky to be alive. That the bullet slightly missed his vital organs.
John was prescribed a lot of medication and recovered after a month.
He became homeschooled for a few months.
He then started high school.
The content was pretty easy for him. The other students were however surprised to see someone so young in their class.
John was a genius after all.
Name: Johnathan Time
Age: 12
Strength: 1.4
Dexterity: 2.4
Constitution:6
Perception:1.2
Energy:2
Skills: ["Lvl3 Iron Finger", "Lvl2 Iron Skin", "Lvl2 Fitness"]
John didn't run into any issues. He hadn't made any real progress in his training. He was however quite fit.
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He graduated from high school and was given a full scholarship for a well known school.
He however passed on it. He was done with school.
As his body began to mature. He felt the upper limit of his strength increase. His body had an increase in testosterone.
So he devoted the next 6 years to training.
Name: Johnathan Time
Age: 18
Strength: 2.1
Dexterity: 3
Constitution:10
Perception:2
Energy:5
Skills: ["Lvl3 Iron Finger", "Lvl3 Iron Skin", "Lvl4 Fitness"]
John immediately looked for a job as soon as he turned 18.
As for what it was? He was a cart pusher at a convenience store.
A lot of people thought it was a shame that he got such a poor job. They also thought he would regret not going to college.
But John picked this job mainly due to the aspect to get paid while training. His muscles were worked out by pushing carts. He would do 10-15 at a time. Sometimes going up hill. It was quite a workout.
Thanks to his hard work. He was about twice as strong as the average person.
He was quite dissatisfied with this. As he was use to being hundreds of times stronger then a normal person. He felt he was incredibly weak.
John knew the apocalypse would start in a few months.
He needed to be prepared.
"I can't improve my physique much in a mere few months. I can however gather supplies and put it in my storage space."
John decided to try out his supernatural powers in advance.
He held out his hand and tried to form a phantom soul. He was testing out this reality to see if he could use his immortality to create a new body.
He however failed. He sat there like an idiot grasping around.
He tried to vibrate his hands at a frequency to form formations in the air. But he found that all he did was shake his hands awkwardly.
"It seems supernatural power really doesn't work here."
"But all of that should change soon..."
John then decided he needed money to be prepared for the end of the world. The supplies he could buy off his earnings at his current job were not sufficient at all.
He also wished to buy guns and ammunition.
"I suppose I can rob a bank."
John had a waypoint at his home already. He lived with his mom.
John went into an alleyway.
8.) Illusion Function: Can form an illusory disguise.
Fog covered his body as a suit formed around him. A white mask appeared on his face.
He didn't really need a bag or a way to transport the cash as he had a storage function.
He walked into a bank and pulled out a gun out of thin air.
This was the gun he had stolen from the person that had snuck into his school.
"Don't be a hero."
John pointed the gun at the person at the front desk.
Somebody tried to wrestle the gun from him.
He shot them in the head.
That was the last bullet. But the others didn't know that.
"Everyone on the ground!"
He waved the gun around and the people trembled.
"Bring me to your vault."
"Sir... I don't have access."
"Then bring me someone who does."
The person clicked the emergency button under the desk, John didn't even notice. The police were on their way.
John was led to the vault.
"Leave me here alone."
The guide was confused. This person didn't have accomplices or any place to store the cash. How was he going to escape?
As soon as the person walked out.
John stored all of the money in the bank into his storage space.
There was less then expected. Only about 200,000 dollars.
But this was better then expected.
John walked out of the vault and heard the police through the speakers.
"You are surrounded! Come out with your hands up!"
John smiled. All according to plan.
He ran out of the bank and pointed his gun at a cop.
Headshot! He was shot in the head by an officer.
John dropped to the ground.
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John picked his waypoint at home.
He respawned in his room.
"Easy money!"
The cops were confused. The corpse mysteriously disappeared.
There is no way the person could survive. The camera footage was reviewed and it seemed that the person vanished after collapsing.
"Could it be? There are superpowers in this world?"
John had no idea he had started heated discussion among the higher ups. Although he wasn't put on a most wanted list as they thought he had died.
John then began to research into buying a gun. The country he was in didn't really have restrictions on it.
He only spent a few hundred dollars. Which became thousands as he bought quite a few.
He then decided to rob another bank.
This time when he went into the vault. He was disappointed. There was only about 50,000 in it.
"What a waste of a trip."
John put it in his storage dimension.
This vault had a camera in it. It recorded him making the money vanish.
He had used the same disguise as before. He looked like a super hero.
He wasn't one however.
This time the police were prepared. They didn't plan to kill him. He didn't know this however.
He swaggered outside and pointed his gun at an officer. He pulled the trigger as someone shot the gun out of his hand.
He looked at the stub where his fingers used to be.
"Ouch."
He waved his hand and blood splattered on the ground.
He reached for the gun on the ground with his other hand.
But he was shot with a tranquilizer.
He wasn't expecting them to not kill him.
He passed out. But his intent would always remain aware. He was aware of his surroundings even when his body was unconscious.
Doctors came and stitched his hand up to stop the bleeding.
They then transported him to the police station. He was put in a strait jacket.
He watched this process with little emotion.
He then woke up.
His disguise was still active. They had tried removing his mask. But the mask they took off would just dissipate. Then a new one would form. It was as if it was illusory.
A man was waiting in the room with him.
"How did you do it? What is the source of your power?"
John started to laugh.