Me and My Overpowered Abilities

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"Your request is... well, odd," Sam began with a raised eyebrow. "but I could hire a real estate agent specializing in land sales to help out. They'll know where to look."

I shrugged, my indifference evident. "I don't really care about the location. The farther away from others, the better. Remote, isolated, it doesn't matter. I'll leave everything to you to decide. I don't mind building the house if needed, so don't limit yourself."

Sam nodded thoughtfully, tapping his pen against the desk. "Understood. I'll get in touch with someone today and have them start scouting options. By the time we finish clearing tomorrow's dungeons, I'll have everything ready for you to review."

I gave him a short nod, my interest in the conversation fading. I turned and walked toward the door without another word, trusting him to handle the task. Sam didn't seem to mind the lack of gratitude; he was used to me by now.

'I should go tonight,' I thought, exhaling a stream of smoke into the cool evening air. My gaze lingered on the passing cars below, their headlights cutting through the dark streets. Maybe I should get a car... then again, the Gate of Babylon already had vehicles far beyond anything this world could offer. There was no need.

Tomorrow was Saturday, two days of freedom stretched ahead of me. Time I could use to take the first steps toward making my dreams a reality.

***

The hours melted away, and soon midnight arrived. The stillness of the hospital was broken only by the faint hum of machines and the occasional distant footsteps of nurses making their rounds. In one of the rooms, a sickly red-haired man lay motionless in bed, his shallow breaths the only sign of life. He looked like me in some ways, though his frame, even in illness, seemed stronger.

I stood in the corner of the room, silently observing him. My gaze lingered for a moment before I walked toward the window, the city lights reflecting faintly on the glass. The air inside felt heavier than it should have, weighed down by unspoken words and memories.

A quiet stir behind me broke the silence. Jacob's face twitched, his brows furrowing as he began to wake. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, the haze of sleep lifting as his gaze found me. He froze, staring as though he couldn't believe I was real. Then, without warning, tears streamed down his face, his chest heaving with emotion.

I turned my head slightly, watching him with muted curiosity. His reaction was unexpected, and for a moment, I didn't know what to make of it.

"I'm ready," he said, closing his eyes as if bracing for death. I blinked, momentarily speechless. Then, after a second, it made sense. What else would you do if you were on your deathbed and woke up to someone who looked eerily like you standing silently in your room in the dead of night?

"I'm Adam," I said calmly, breaking the tension. "I heard you were dying, so I came to see you."

Jacob's eyes snapped open, disbelief etched across his pale face. He stared at me like I was a ghost.

"That's not possible," he muttered. "Adam died eight years ago."

I held his gaze for a moment, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. Then, I spoke, my tone measured and detached. "That's not important. I just came to see the only person who ever treated me with care."

I walked closer to the bed, watching as his expression shifted between shock and unease. His wide eyes followed my every movement as if trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't make sense.

"But it looks like the Jacob I knew died long ago," I continued with a sigh, my voice laced with quiet disappointment. "I guess being around our parents was enough to completely change your character."

How could I not see through his act? If I had been paying close attention from the start, I would have noticed how his eyes darted the moment he saw me. Instead, my focus had been on the window, letting the moment slip by. He had known about my existence all along. His quick attempt to feign ignorance, pretending to believe I was dead, was calculated, meant to draw me in. If I had fallen for it, I might have been compelled to help him.

"Eyes demand more from the brain than any other sense. Watching how someone's eyes move can reveal their thoughts. It's no wonder they say the eyes are a window to the soul," I said calmly, taking a seat beside his bed. I kept my gaze on Jacob as he fumbled, clearly scrambling to come up with a story.

"For most of my life, I envied you," I continued my tone soft but tinged with bitterness. "That envy only grew worse when you were kind to me. I saw you as this perfect being—someone I could never become. I could only watch from the shadows, consumed by jealousy." I smiled faintly, though it didn't reach my eyes.

"Is it so wrong that I did whatever it took to survive?" Jacob asked, his voice trembling, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Ever since you left, it was just me and them," Jacob said quietly, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "They never valued my existence. You were lucky to be thrown away by them. You never had to endure the shit they put me through just to take a step forward in life."

As he spoke, my eyes instinctively flicked towards his butt...

"I was wondering why your posture seemed... off," I said lightly, my tone calm but laced with subtle implication. I've trained myself to read even the smallest twitch of someone's body, understanding their condition with just a glance. And Jacob… well, let's just say, his butt had things entering instead of leaving.

At my words, Jacob's hands flew to his face as he broke down, tears streaming freely. The weight of unspoken truths bore down on him, unraveling the facade he had tried so hard to maintain. For fame and power, people could stoop to unimaginable depths. In this case, our so-called parents had sold Jacob's dignity for their own twisted ambitions.

"You tried to kill yourself," I said softly, my voice steady but laced with a hint of understanding. The realization wasn't hard to piece together. He'd attempted to end his life, and our so-called parents had intervened just in time to get him to the hospital. It made sense why he put on the facade upon seeing me—he wanted an escape. For him, survival meant breaking free from their control.

Jacob broke down, tears streaming down his face, unable to muster a response. His body trembled, but before he could spiral further, I reached out. His movements halted abruptly, his body freezing in place as my genjutsu took hold, gently lulling him into a deep sleep while erasing any memory of my presence.

"Sorry," I murmured, standing over him. "I judged you too quickly... but I don't want you in my life." My hand hovered over his body, glowing with a vibrant green light. Within moments, the magic coursed through him, healing every scar, every wound, every ailment in an instant. I didn't believe in waiting for injuries to heal, it was a waste of time.

"Although I don't want you in my life, I'll give you the chance to change your fate... the same way I was given the opportunity." My voice was calm but resolute. With those words, a radiant golden light erupted from Jacob's body, shooting from his eyes and mouth. The entire room was engulfed in a brilliant glow that lingered for ten seconds before fading, leaving Jacob alone in his bed, unconscious but transformed.

When the light dissipated, Jacob lay there peacefully and alone, his breathing steady. A faint aura surrounded him, marking the emergence of his new job class: Fire Overlord.