Chapter 1 Skirt
"What the f—?!"
An ugly old man jolted awake, his breath hitching in shock.
The last thing he remembered was the cold, hard pavement beneath him, the stench of alcohol clinging to his ragged clothes.
He had been just another miserable vagrant, wasting away on the streets, his body ravaged by years of addiction.
Booze, drugs—he had taken anything he could get his hands on to numb the pain of existence.
But now... everything had changed.
He sat up, blinking in disbelief. His body no longer ached.
The weakness that had plagued him for years was gone, replaced by a strange, overwhelming power thrumming through his veins.
He could feel it—the infinite, unshackled force of the universe bending to his will.
He didn't know how or why this had happened. Had some god taken pity on him? Had he been chosen for something greater?
Frankly, he didn't care.