It was exactly 12:00 PM.
My body was supercharged.
It wasn't weakness. It wasn't adrenaline. It was power—power that didn't belong to this world.
It all started when I was fourteen. One day, out of nowhere, I felt a powerful energy surging through my body. For four years, I tested it, analyzed it, tried to understand it. I even thought that if I could control it properly, I could become a boxer. Maybe even fight in the UFC.
That dream shattered the same way my reality did.
I had power, but I couldn't use even a fraction of it.
Twenty minutes. That was my limit. But there was an even bigger limit—this world itself. A fragile world that couldn't handle my existence.
I felt disappointed. Angry. Trapped.
Then I remembered something.
Today was October 10th. My birthday. Ever since I turned fourteen, every serious wish I made had come true.
I looked up at the sky and whispered, "I wish my power could adjust to this world."
Nothing happened.
I laughed bitterly.
"If I stay here any longer," I said aloud, "I'll destroy everything. My family. My loved ones. Everyone."
That wasn't what I wanted.
More than anything, I wanted to understand myself.
I clenched my fists and shouted, "I wish I could go to a world where this power belongs!"
Light exploded around me.
It was blinding—so bright I couldn't open my eyes. My body felt weightless, like reality itself had let go of me.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was no longer on Earth.
I stood in the middle of a forest.
Tall trees, unfamiliar smells, and an unnatural silence surrounded me. Then I saw them. Creatures walking on two legs. Some looked human. Some clearly weren't. Fur, scales, horns—and yet they moved like people.
They weren't afraid of this world.
And for the first time, neither was I.
I laughed. "So I'm free," I muttered. "Finally."
A sudden scream cut through the air.
I turned and saw a massive serpent lunging toward an old woman. Its presence alone felt dangerous. I didn't need to check the time. I could feel it.
12:17 PM.
Three minutes left.
More than enough.
I threw a single punch.
The impact erased the serpent instantly. The shockwave tore through the forest, uprooting trees and turning the ground into rubble.
Silence followed.
When I looked at the old woman, her face was frozen in terror.
For a split second, an old memory surfaced—news anchors, panic, a world on the edge of war.
I pushed it away.
"I don't care," I told myself. "This isn't my world."
But as I stood there, surrounded by destruction and fear, I didn't know what awaited me next.