But Jack knew that changing his appearance wasn't enough. He needed to ensure that no one would question his transformation.
With another thought, he adjusted the memories of everyone who had ever known him. He bent reality to his will, rewriting history so that all records showed he had always possessed this face.
His family, his friends, his classmates—they would all remember him as the handsome, charismatic man he had become.
There would be no awkward questions, no suspicious glances. He would blend in seamlessly, his new appearance a natural part of his identity.
"Now I won't be too obvious that I don't belong in this family," Jack muttered to himself, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He glanced at the family photo on a nearby desk, his eyes lingering on the faces of his parents and siblings. They were also extremely good-looking people. But he was different. He was extraordinary.
