A large rock stood in a small clearing in the forest. The rock was oval and stood 10 feet high and 5 feet around. While it was predominantly a dark grey color, every few second it would pulse with a deep red color.

Logan stared at it, almost mesmerized by it.

“CLANG”

Logan was shook out of it by a noise coming from something by the rock.

He couldn’t believe he didn’t notice it before but there was a tent 15 feet from the rock. This meant that there were people here. The noise came from the other side of the tent so no one had seen him, but Logan also couldn’t see anyone.

He decided to sneak around the other side of the tent using the forest trees as cover. Logan didn’t want to reveal himself yet just in case they were hostile.

When he finally walk around far enough he could see two men sitting in front of the tent and eating what looked like bread and water. Both men look simmer. They were average build with brown hair. The each had a sword, bow and quiver full of arrows by there side.

“libljag welvsada ngosbina”

“fofernopl kokerotu gobanees poertbomolas”

The two men were speaking in a language that he didn’t understand. Logan felt that if he couldn’t understand the people of this world he wasn’t going to get anywhere with them. So he decided to use his power once more.

He knew he was probably going to pass out again so he ran a few minuet away from the camp and deeper into the forest. He sat by a tree and decided on his next power.

“Grant me the Power to be fluent in every language on this planet”

Logan closed his eyes and held his head waiting for the pain to come. But it never did.

If you come across this story on Amazon, it's taken without permission from the author. Report it.

What had happened instead was a stream of knowledge enter into his mind. Hundreds of languages came pouring in. It felt like a river of water rushing into his head without having to hold his breath.

A few seconds later and it was over.

Logan didn’t understand why it didn’t hurt like last time. After thinking about it he realized granting himself a new power never hurt. It was using said power that drained him.

Now that he thought about it his telekinesis would probably use some kind of magical or mental stamina to use. And since he had never trained in either of these thing it would make sense for it to hurt after using so much for the first time.

Since the download of the planets languages was probably using some kind of mental power he guessed he needed magical power for his telekinesis.

Logan new what to do to fix this. But before he could do that he needed to do a few thing first.

“Grant me the power to give me any ability or skill of my choosing”

Logan knew that the wording of the powers was probably important so he thought it best to get those out of the way right away.

“Grant me the power to use magical power at its peak efficiency”

“Grant me a magical power capacity one hundred time the best one on this planet”

Logan thought that that should to do it. He reach his hand out like he did last time he tried to use his telekinesis. He was eyeing a branch on a tree.

The branch swayed up and down just like he intended. He felt no pain from using his power now. He was right. He needed more magic for it to be used.

Logan decided to be a bit more forceful.

“Snap”

A snapping sound came from the tree as the branch was torn from the tree and started floating in front of Logan. He still felt no pain. In fact this took very little effort at all. Logan decided to go even farther.

“RIIIIP!!!

A loud ripping sound came as the entire tree was torn from its roots and lifted 5 feet off the ground. Logan still felt no effort in achieving such a feet. He moved it up and down but still no effort.

“Now this is what I call OP”

Now that he had his powers fixed he needed one more.

“Grand me the power to create any piece of clothes or equipment that I can imagine from magical power”

Eminently after, Logan waved his hand and a black hoody with red flames appeared.

He waved again and this time black pant appeared.

He did again and black sneakers with small red flames on the side appeared.

Logan quickly put them on. The reason he chose these clothes was he thought they looked bad ass.

Now that Logan had clothes and could now speak the two men’s language, he ran back to the camp site to listen in on their conversation.