Chapitre 2: Gathering Information
"From the information I gathered, It seems to be a the normal DC universe version, no end of the world events every few years. Gotham still has Batman, Metropolis has Superman, and Central City still has Flash" Issac said with some relief and confidence.
Issac left his room, cooked up some instant ramen, and put on the news.
News Station 231
"Welcome to 231 News Station, Ladies and Gentlemen. We have footage of superman fighting crime---" The news lady spoke wearing a business-casual outfit.
The noodles doesn't taste fragrant anymore, he turned off the TV to focus. Put the bowl down and started thinking about his future life.
"What power should I choose? Mutant? Magic? Matter Absorption? Magnetic Manipulation? Mind Control? No, I'm thinking too big for my current self, I need something easy to access and has unlimited potential." Issac said while trying to think of any power route he can quickly access without any deviation or problems in near future like depleting human potential for short term strength.
"Technology? Even someone like Batman can survive to this day thanks to his technology weapons and defence, but to get these, I need to be really rich. And the original body seems to have same software developer jobs, same family circumstance but a decade earlier then me. It's 2010, I can use this original body parents inheritance of around $100,000 to buy stocks." Issac said as he quickly circumvented his power route and current situation.
"If I recall, 2010 was a really favourable year for stock market investors. In the past decade there was so many profitable stocks to buy. E.g; Domino's Pizza, Netflix, Neurocrine Biosciences, LendingTree, etc. Domino's Pizza with a 4,000% of total return, Netflix with 3,900% total return, Neurocrine Biosciences with a 3,200% total return and LendingTree with a 3,200% total return." Issac said, while recalling previous life memories about stocks exchange, using his two lifetime memory to quickly and accurately remember.
"While I'm at it, let's buy some bitcoin, study housing market and stocks knowledge. It's been 3 hours, and I'm still feeling energetic, lets go out for a run first, to calm my mind." Issac said as he instantly came up with a solution.
Issac changed into sweat pants. He left the apartment, while looking at everything in front of him, the rain, street, apartment, garbage, small stores, parks, men, woman, children, old, young, cats, dogs,
Everything just feels real.
4:40pm, Central Park
Issac looked up, just to in time to see heavy rain and clouds. He slowly got into a running form while reminiscing about his college coach teaching him a good running technique.
[How you hold your head is key to overall posture, which determines how efficiently you run. Let your gaze guide you. Look ahead naturally, not down at your feet, and scan the horizon. This will straighten your neck and back, and bring them into alignment. Don't allow your chin to jut out.]
Issac shook his head, as he relaxed his shoulder, breathing in and out
He started to run, started off slow, then faster and faster.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins, a thin layer of sweat covered the nape of his neck. Keeping his breathing steady, he pushed harder and went faster.
At this great speed he could barely see a few feet ahead of him, cold air bit into his lungs. Gut-wrenching, heart pumping— after several thrusts forward his legs became tired.
He felt his whole body working; his leg muscles running warm, fresh air entered his lungs and blood flowed into all his limbs, his breath came in short gasps.
Facing forward, he began to sprint, his calves burned, his breath forming clouds in the air, his eyes were wide open in search of any obstacles.
His feet desperately attempted to create a form of traction, his feet flying over stones and leaves.
His shoes pounded heavily across the ground causing mud to slash up his leg.
Running so fast that he thought his legs were going to explode. He darted past people, buildings and trees. he pumped his legs, gaining momentum/speed with each push.
He quickened his pace until steps became leaps, the wind whipped his long wet curly brown hair back from his face. Thuds of his footfalls, coming closer to each other with each bound forward. Wet strands of curly hair cling to his skin, tracing loops and curlicues around his freckles.
His feet slapped the concrete floor sending him jetting past the various figures that blurred in his speed, his foot nearly slipped from beneath him.
His mind was frantic with thoughts, "How is it possible to move this fast? Do I have speed force?"
Issac long wet curly hair rose behind him as he ran, his steps pounding in time with his heartbeat. His mind was racing faster than his feet.
He pounded his feet across the road, as his lungs strained. He started cramping and his body shook uncontrollably. He started to run. To where that might be, he didn't know. But he knew he needed to get out of here.
His splashing footsteps left instantaneous, little ripples behind them, there and gone in moments like snowflakes melting on his tongue.
In the corners of his eyes everything became a blur. His breathing quickens, trying to appease his need for oxygen. Wet asphalt reflecting the red-and-green glow of the streetlights.
Feeling the wind whip his face, he bolted toward the front door. Focusing on the building ahead of me, he sprinted a bit quicker.
He felt a surge of adrenaline. He forced my legs to push harder, anticipating the relief of lying in his warm bed. He encountered a hole in the path and came to an abrupt halt. His screaming busted through his lungs, for that was the only weapon he had.
He ran like a madman, from the huge dog following me. His breaths are sharp and frantic, His eye are wide filled with tears. Fear washes over him as he think of the possibility of his life being over.
The ground blurred below him. He continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, but he figured it was because this bloodthirsty dog was after him. The only things that could hinder him from survival were his physical limits and my doubt.
The steady pound of my footsteps echoed into his ears. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead and splatter to his chin. The anger he developed from seeing him run away from a dog added as strength. The soles of his shoes hitting the ground, he wasn't giving up. It was the way he always released his energy that made him continue. He had to summit his all to running away free.
The streets is silent like a desert with only wind blowing, everyone stopped what they were doing.
And looked at a young man with curly hair dashing through the street while a huge dog was chasing him.
The silent felt like forever until everyone started laughing, the middle age men in their cars, the wives in the market, the kids playing with sticks.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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