Me and My Overpowered Abilities

On the roof of Zenith, Adam sat cross-legged, snacks in hand, as he watched an anime on his phone. His headphones were on, completely shutting out the outside world.

Yes, he was skipping class, but he wasn't worried about failing. Most of the coursework was online, which meant he didn't have to physically be present. As for attendance? That was easily handled.

Combining his Genjutsu capabilities with his Observation Haki, Adam had developed a way to ensnare anyone within his sensory range in a subtle genjutsu. With this method, his professors "saw" him attending class, signing him in without question, even though he hadn't stepped foot in the lecture hall.

'...It sucks that so many anime have been canceled,' Adam thought as he stared at his phone.

The earthquake and monster attacks had taken countless lives, including those of creators, animators, and others who had worked on the shows he loved. Anime was one of the few things Adam genuinely enjoyed, and the loss felt like a personal blow to his soul.

'Maybe... maybe I can revive anime. I could do something about this,' he thought, a spark of motivation igniting within him for the first time in what felt like forever.

But as the idea grew, so did his ambition. Why stop at anime? The same mindset could apply to everything that brought him happiness—movies, TV shows, music, and countless other forms of art.

Adam's mind raced with possibilities. He realized that with enough money, he could make anything happen. He thought of figures like Elon Musk, who could have remained invisible to the public eye if they had chosen to. Instead, Musk had used his fame to promote and elevate his ventures.

It dawned on Adam. Money is a shield. With enough wealth, he could disappear from the world entirely.

He could hire people to speak and act on his behalf and create a network to manage everything while he remained in the shadows. His name could fade into obscurity, his presence unknown, and his life untouched by the outside world.

For so long, Adam had wanted nothing more than to be left alone. Now, he realized that with enough resources, he could build a life where his peace was unshakable. With money, anything is possible.

As Adam's mind raced through the pros and cons of his newfound ambitions, he was abruptly pulled back to reality.

A face was suddenly in front of him, a finger reaching toward his face—only to stop short, as though unable to breach some invisible barrier.

Adam frowned as his eyes focused on the intruder. Blessing.

How could he not frown? Of all people, it had to be her.

Blessing smiled, clearly amused by his reaction. Without missing a beat, she pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Adam ignored it, his expression unchanged. Blessing shrugged, slipping the cigarette into her own mouth, though she didn't bother to light it.

She plopped down next to him on the bench, her carefree demeanor as unbothered as ever, as if they were old friends catching up.

"Don't worry," Blessing said lightly, leaning back as she spoke. "I know it was a one-night stand... but for me, it was the push I needed to get my life together."

Adam's frown deepened, his expression unreadable but clearly displeased.

"I know," she continued, her voice steady but softer. "You don't want to be my friend. But let me finish. If, after today, you still want nothing to do with me, then so be it."

Her light smile disarmed him for a moment, though his frown didn't fade entirely. Adam hesitated, his body tense as he had started to get up, but her words made him pause.

With a sigh, he sank back into his seat, giving her a silent nod to continue.

Blessing began to speak, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of vulnerability as she unraveled her story. 

She started with the death of her mother, explaining how it had thrown her life into chaos. At just 13, she had no healthy outlet for her grief. Desperate for something—anything—to dull the pain, she began sneaking drinks from her father's alcohol stash. 

Her father never noticed. He had thrown himself into work to cope with his own loss, leaving Blessing to navigate her emotions alone. Her drinking escalated, and she started acting out in school, hoping her rebellious behavior would catch her father's attention. 

But he never seemed to care. 

The lack of acknowledgment only drove her deeper into self-destruction. By the time she was older, hooking up with random guys and getting blackout drunk had become her norm. 

She recounted her near brush with disaster when experimenting with drugs, a scare that convinced her to stop. But alcohol? That was a vice she couldn't let go of. One-night stands weren't even about pleasure anymore; they had become a routine, almost like watching porn, something she did out of habit, even when she didn't feel like it. 

Her voice faltered slightly as she spoke, "I've been looking for an escape. Someone or something to fill the emptiness." 

That's where Adam came in. 

"You were right," she said, her tone softer now. "At first, it was about the pleasure. But something about you, your personality, the way you carry yourself—it drew me in." 

She hesitated for a moment as if deciding whether to reveal more. 

What she didn't tell Adam was how much she had dug into his life. She had done a background check, curious about the man who had so quickly and unexpectedly made her question her life choices. 

She had even... *followed him.* Blessing brushed past that thought, careful not to let it slip. 

Instead, she looked at Adam, her gaze searching his face for any sign of understanding or judgment. 

"What I'm trying to say is... you've won my body and my heart," she said lightly, her tone carrying a hint of nervousness despite her casual delivery.

Adam sighed softly in response.

He wasn't one of those people who cared about a girl's body count. Why would he? He didn't have standards, plus It wasn't his business. Besides, it wasn't like he planned on letting anyone get close to him—not as a friend, not as anything.

What Adam cared about most was being left alone.

"Of course, that's not everything I have to say," Blessing added, her tone shifting slightly.

From her pocket, she pulled out a small object, a pregnancy test.

Adam's soul froze.

"I'm pregnant," she said, her voice steady, though her eyes carried a mix of emotions. "But I know you well enough to understand this isn't something you want."

She took a breath, her gaze locking onto Adam's.

"So, I'm giving you two options," Blessing continued, her voice calm but firm. "I'll raise the child alone, with you cutting all rights to be in their life. Or, I'll raise them alone with you slowly warming your way into their life at a pace you can handle. Either way, I'm pro-life. I won't do anything to harm this child."

Adam's eyes flickered from her face to her stomach, his mind racing. A part of him instinctively searched for ways to ensure the child was never born—ways to fix what he saw as a looming problem. But he couldn't.

Something in her tone, especially when she mentioned cutting him out entirely, lingered in his mind. It didn't sting much—but it stung enough.

"What are you trying to say?" Adam asked coldly, his voice sharper than usual. He wasn't indifferent anymore. Internally, he was cursing himself for his carelessness, for letting things come to this.

Blessing met his gaze, unwavering. "I did a background check on you," she admitted softly. "I know what your parents did—how they abandoned you. I can only imagine that kind of pain. And I refuse to pass that pain onto my child, whether they were planned or not."

She rubbed her stomach lightly as she spoke, her voice steady but filled with quiet resolve.

Adam stood up abruptly, her words hitting a soft spot he didn't even realize he had. Being compared to his parents wasn't something he expected, but it struck a nerve. The fact that he had even considered ending the situation in the most permanent way only deepened his guilt.

She was right—her two choices were reasonable.

"Put the gun away. I'm bulletproof," Adam said coldly as he walked toward the guardrail, his back to her.

Blessing froze, startled that he had noticed. She had been prepared, armed with a high-powered laser gun, in case Adam reacted violently. She'd anticipated that her words might push him over the edge. But she had underestimated Adam's strength—and perhaps his restraint.

"I can't be too careful," she said awkwardly,

"Don't act righteous," Adam said lightly, his tone sharp yet calm. "Using that child as a way to worm into my pants... I don't like you, and I never will. Your past reminds me too much of my own, and that's just one more reason I want nothing to do with you."

Blessing flinched slightly but didn't respond, her gaze locked on Adam as he continued.

"In a way, you're... special," Adam admitted, though his voice carried no warmth. "I don't like anyone. I don't want anyone close to me. And that's even more true for you." He exhaled deeply, his eyes narrowing as if the universe itself were mocking him.

"But you're pregnant with my child."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and undeniable.

"Fine," Adam finally said, his voice softer now. "Be the mother of my child. I'll be in their life... to the best of my capability."

He glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers slightly, his expression unreadable. Inside, though, he was questioning everything. 'Why does the concept of being a father scare me this much?'

Blessing sighed softly, her thoughts tangled in the complexity of her situation. In the modern era, the topic of body count was tricky—everyone had their opinions, and she had long since stopped caring about the judgment it carried. Marriage was never part of her plan, anyway.

Her time with Adam had been a rare moment of unprotected carelessness, a lapse in judgment brought on by a headspace too clouded to pull herself back to reality. And now? At 19, she was going to be a mother.

The idea should have terrified her, but strangely, it didn't.

She glanced at Adam, knowing full well he carried more baggage than most—a lifetime of trauma so deep it could leave even a therapist needing therapy. Objectively, he might be the worst person to set her sights on. But she didn't care.

Blessing had always been aware of how her lifestyle might affect her "value" in the eyes of someone looking for a wife. For a long time, it hadn't mattered. She didn't care about marriage or the societal expectations tied to it.

Until now.

She had always pictured a future where she graduated college, and when she was ready to be a mother, she'd either adopt a child or use a sperm donor. Marriage had never factored into that vision. Watching her father fall apart after losing her mother had left her scarred. She didn't want to live through that pain—or force someone she loved to endure it.

Yet, here she was. Trying to pull someone into her life, trying to force something that could end badly. Something that could leave both of them scarred for life.