He had spent a month out of work.

It was time to go back.

Anon had a rather simple job. That job being a transcriptionist. He worked about 50 hours a week typing transcripts for video and audio. The pay wasn't amazing, but it was a job almost anyone could do. He made a little more then three times the minimum wage. He was paid hourly and the overtime helped a lot.

The first thing Anon noticed upon going into work was his effiency. It had increased. Before, he had to listen to the videos at half speed and typed at 90 WPM. But now, he could play the videos at normal speed and was passing 180 WPM!

"The soul is in perfect harmony with the body now..."

Anon felt it was a shame. He could make for a pretty good surgeon or some other job that required good hand dexterity. But he knew proving his skills was impossible and would lead to prying.

Anon's memory and accuracy had improved massively. But he noticed something weird. His co-workers were acting a bit weird. They were avoiding him for some reason.

Anon had thought he was acting normal. But for some reason, he was scaring his coworkers!

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Melissa's POV:

"I need you to fire Anon!"

"Why?"

"He is scaring the other workers..."

The boss thought back to the video that one of the employees had recorded. It showed Anon's bizarre speed. He was keeping up with the video and making no mistakes.

They had software on the computers that kept track of speed and accuracy.

"100% accuracy!"

"195 WPM... It is still rising..."

What was scary was that Anon kept this speed while not really focusing and seemed quite casual. He even was stopping with the program still recording. His true speed was probably much higher. He was constantly breaking his limits.

Melissa didn't hear the thoughts of the boss. But she wondered and asked, why fire someone who is working so efficiently?

"You don't understand. Being good isn't always a good thing. Remember the contract we had them sign?"

"Contract?"

"He agreed to work hourly pay versus a small pay per file."

"Now that his speed and accuracy has reached inhuman levels... do you think he will accept this contract!?"

"Is it really that bad? He hasn't even asked for higher pay?"

"You don't get it! That's the problem!"

"Why has his skill changed so dramatically since his break? He was apparently paralyzed in a hospital for weeks... If anything. His skill and accuracy should've decreased!"

"But instead. He is working like a precise machine! Don't you find it weird?"

"Now that you mention it... that is a little weird. But not a valid reason to fire someone!"

"I hadn't planned on firing him before this. But if he keeps this up. He will make the others lack a job. Here. Look at this."

Melissa looked at the bosses computer and saw a database of files. Nearly half of them had Anon's name attached.

"His working speed is comparable to half our staff combined! If we keep him. We will run out of files to transcribe. I can't pay everyone to be idle all day. So that leaves me with two choices. Fire the others and let him run the show. But then, that might be his plan! He can then ask for a ridiculous raise!"

"Or... I fire him and replace him with an average worker!"

"I choose the latter!"

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Anon didn't pay attention to the weird stares of the others. He was casually testing his limits. You would think he would hide his abilties. But he considered 'typing fast' to be within the realm of a normal human. He knew his speed was increasing considerably.

His typing 'technique' drew a lot of attention.

Then the assistant of the manger tapped him on the shoulder.

"Anon. I am sor-"

The assistant became dazed. Anon had been experiencing the joy of flow from his job. So he became a little annoyed when someone interrupted his perfection. He hadn't meant to show any malice.

But his look frightened Melissa!

Her heart began to race as she started to shake.

She then said:

"I'm- So sorry!"

She then ran away.

Anon figured it was useless instructions and got back to work. But then another person interrupted him again.

"The boss wants to see you!"

"Alright..."

Anon got up and stretched. He had been working for about 4 hours straight without any meaningful breaks. But he didn't feel tired at all. Compared to not sleeping for centuries. This level of fatigue was nonexistent.

Anon entered his bosses office.

"You little shit! You scared my assistant!"

Anon was confused. He wasn't aware of what he had did to make his boss so mad. Maybe it was from him taking leave for a month?

"Are you even listening to me!? Look me in the eyes when I am talking to you!"

Anon had been in a daze trying to search his memories for any mistakes or improper manners. But he couldn't find where he had made a mistake.

But when he realized him not looking the boss in the eyes was seen as disrespectful. He looked up and glanced at his boss.

The boss started to visibly sweat. He tensed up and froze.

Anon spoke:

"I apologize for scaring your assistant. But I merely looked at her? How can someone get scared from a glance?"

"You-! You're fired!"

"Fired?"

Anon didn't become emotional. He didn't waste another word and went back to his cubicle to grab his things, log off, clock out and head back home.

His boss sighed in relief when he left.

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Anon was sitting at his computer at home in a daze. He was looking at his bills. He was also looking for another job.

Anon didn't realize it. But there were certain social cues and subtle hints that people subconsciously made. Because Anon was a foreign soul and had long lost his humanity.

He didn't pick up these social cues or hints anymore.

This made him stick out like a sore thumb. He also gave off the impression of a serial killer. He had consumed countless soul fragments. This was the equivalent of taking billions of lives.

Because whenever he ate them. He felt the resistance and saw their memories like a zombie eating brains. This made him give off the aura of a monster.

He was trying to act normal. But the acting itself was low quality!

"I need money!"

Anon felt that most problems could be solved with money. His mind itself was like a treasure trove. All sorts of technology had been absorbed from his domain. Even though most of it was obsufucated. He knew how to construct some heaven defying devices.

But he found as he researched the parts online that making advanced technology was no easy feat.

Imagine if someone took a modern touchscreen phone. They memorized the process of making it. But they were then sent back in time by thousands of years.

All the infrastructure and assembly lines needed to make the extremely precise parts. All the programming for the operating system that is millions of lines of code. It needs to be done by a single person.

Even if the person was a genius and knew exactly what to do. How long would it take them to them to make a mere protoype? Years? Decades? Centuries?

The thing was... Anon wasn't sent back thousands of years ago. He had access to the certain quality of modern technology. What he lacked was a source of income.

If he wanted to create his own assembly line, rent out a factory and warehouse. He needed money!

"Time is money..."

"Infinite time... Infinite money!"

Anon's perspective of time was thoroughly fucked. He knew from working those four hours at this job that it felt like only a second had gone by. Even when he was recovering in the hospital. Two weeks went by in a flash.

"What I need isn't necessarily money. What I need is time!"

"Timeless..."

Anon thought about the rule attached to his hourglass.

"The government and the very wealthy have all tried to make themselves not age by messing with their cells, dna, diet, and exercise."

"I have a rule that makes it so I won't age. It just hasn't been activated yet due to the limits of the universe. I need something to stimulate it."

"Just like how I unlocked a seal!"

"But that was a rare opportunity. I need something explosive. I need something with power!"

Anon thought back to the singularity.

"Opening a connection with the other side..."

Anon then got a crazy idea. He looked into his sea of consciousness.

"The hourglass is like a beacon that attracts those foreign entities. It is a temptation rather criticial."

"I created an artifact that I planned on making a declaration with. But the main function of it is to balance out my timekeeper. It has the effect of hiding both artifacts."

"If I didn't have my fake artifact. This universe migh've already been doomed by now. But what if I disable the fake artifact for a fraction of a second? Then calculate where the hole in reality will appear? I can then attract those weird entities like a fish to bait."

Anon first needed to create the equipment that would predict the weak spots in reality. Luckily, this wasn't as hard as making any of the high technology he had in his memory.

"I have no money. But I have relatively good credit."

Anon opened three credit cards in his name and maxxed them out completely. He rented out a factory for three days using the money. He also 'borrowed' the tools through 'persuasion'.

He knew this was nowhere near the time needed to invent a detecting device. So he used his phone as the base and programmed an app.

The memories he had consumed came in clutch.

He then made a module that could detect universal stability. He added this module to his phone, which made it look quite bulky and hard to store.

He then went on a journey to find a weak point in reality!