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Marvel: Starting from the Bottom Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2023-03-24 06:22:45 +0000 UTCChapter 2: Discovering Powers
"Okay, now things are getting a 'little' hectic." I mumbled looking at the empty mirror.
Now, why was an empty mirror such a big deal? Well…
It was because I was standing right in front of it!
Now countless theories were going through my head and none of them made any sense. Then again, neither did my transmigration.
But first, I need to find a way to turn off the invisibility.
I tried concentrating, chanting charms, and even tried pouring water over my body… Nothing worked.
Now I was panicking, extremely so. I felt my heartbeat quicken when the clock went past ten. I had been invisible for over 13 minutes with absolutely no sign of turning back.
I started taking deep breaths to maintain my cool but with each passing second my anxiety was also increasing.
But I finally felt the tension going away when my body started returning to normal after 15 sharp minutes.
I felt my body calming down.
After returning to normal, I had more issues to deal with. Not just the war and poverty but additional superpowers. I would love this ability if not for the fact that I cannot control it… or at least not yet.
But now onto the main issue 'poverty.' The most logical thing to do was to buy some shares from companies that would become successful in the near future. That was also difficult because most of the popular companies were either established before 1940 or after it. Not during the 1940s.
*Sigh* Currently, I don't have the money to buy these shares either.
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There was still hope. I had found 'superpowers' which came with their own problems and opportunities.
Problems were that I couldn't control my powers and the opportunities… were countless. I was not an honorable law-abiding citizen. I have never been a good guy. I was a thief and a skilled one at that.
And if I could control my ability, my money problem would be solved.
I started noting down the things that I noticed during my 'invisible' time.
"Marcel! Dinner is ready!" My mother called me for dinner, so I had to stop writing and go for dinner.
Walking towards the dining table, I saw my mother smiling at me.
"Well, you look happy." Seeing her smiling face, made a smile appear on my face as well.
"I indeed am."
"So are you going to tell me?" I raised an eyebrow at her playful yet… proud smile?
"Guess." Are we really playing the guessing game now?
"Yep."
"*Sigh* Did you get an increase?" I tried guessing but she shook her head.
"You won the lottery?" Again she shook her head.
'I don't think he was expecting to receive the scholarship.'
I felt myself raising an eyebrow at that. "I got a scholarship?"
It was World War II and there were almost no schools or colleges that were ongoing, except a selected few. And receiving a scholarship during this time was next to impossible.
Her eyes widened but ultimately a smile appeared on her face. "Ding Dong! You won the scholarship!"
Now that's really good news. "At least under all this chaos something good happened."
She sighed and nodded. "Indeed. Now you don't have to worry about university. And since you guessed about the scholarship, I will give you a treat."
I felt myself raising an instinctive eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'guessed'? Didn't you tell me about the scholarship yourself?"
Now it was her turn to look confused. "Huh? What are you talking about? I never said anything about the scholarship, you figured it out yourself."
Weird. Was I hallucinating?
"I see. Well, I need to sleep now. I got classes early in the morning tomorrow." I said before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"I will see you tomorrow, good night."
"Good night sweetie."
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Okay, something is seriously wrong, so very wrong. My head hurts from all the loud talking going on around me. But looking around I find no one. My mother is sleeping, the lights are turned off, there is no one near my house who could be seen talking.
But the voices inside my head just didn't seem to stop.
I tried everything from covering my ears to blasting music. But alas, none of them worked.
Is this related to my new abilities?
If it was… it was horrible. I am still not able to control the invisibility and the voices in my head are sure to make me crazy.
"I need to do something." I have no choice. If I let the voices continue, I am bound to lose my sanity.
I tried meditating but it didn't work.
"Now, there has to be a way to stop the voices. Focus Marcel, focus."
Calming my senses I felt the voices getting low. Or more specifically, I somehow managed to focus my hearing on a certain spot.
I tried focusing my senses towards the north and this made the voices coming from the other directions become completely silent.
This gave me two possible theories about my power.
One was that I had enhanced hearing that lets me hear the voices from afar. And the second is that I can read minds. And I was pretty sure it was the second. How did I know?
Pretty simple. If I had enhanced hearing, I should have been able to hear all the noises from my surroundings and not just the voices of the people. I could hear the thoughts, things that no one would say out loud.
So I had figured out the way to direct my mind reading. But not the way to turn it off.
"Waking up in the middle of the night sucks."
Walking towards the desk, I took out my diary and made a column named 'Mind Reading.'
The first point that I wrote was about it having a fixed radius and I am glad that it does. I can hear the thoughts of nearly everyone in my neighborhood but not beyond.
The second point was how I can focus on a fixed direction and by extension a certain person.
The third point was ways to control it. Or how I could turn it on and off at will.
I came up with two possible solutions.
"Ugghh… The voices are getting painful."
*Tsk* The first one is to create some sort of barrier to prevent the thoughts from being heard. But that might cause the problem of cutting off all the signals sent by the brain and ultimately resulting in death
That is an instant no-no.
And the next option is to… 'create a switch.'
[A/N: The diary is part of the plot.]
