"Hey, fucker! This is my bench, find your own!"
'Hmm? Five more minutes, Aubrey. Then I'll move, I promise.'
"You hearing me, shithead?! I said this is my bench!"
The dirty homeless man attempted to smack the young man he found sleeping on his bench, only to be completely surprised when the man caught his hand with ease.
"Damn it.. who the hell are you? Wait… why do I sound like that?"
Malachi released the homeless man and slowly rose up from the bench where he'd been sleeping and examined his body.
For starters, the formerly 5'7 twenty year old, was now a staggering 6'5.
His body which before was skinny and frail was now tightly packed with the lean and well defined muscles of a wild animal.
His dreads which formerly barely went past his cheeks, were now dangling freely around his waist.
While the changes should've made him incredibly happy, Malachi couldn't help but be annoyed that now his perfect fitting work shirt had turned into a suffocating tank top that exposed the lower parts of his new well defined abs.
His pants and shoes weren't much better, with the former being tight enough to reveal his business imprint and the latter having bursted open entirely.
"Damn.. no wonder you thought I was homeless."
Malachi spoke to the homeless man while pushing his dreads out of his eyes, allowing the man in front of him to get a good look at his face for the first time.
"Y-your eyes , y-you.."
"Hm?" Malachi tilted his head in confusion before his mind was overcome with a terrible headache.
"Urgh…" Malachi dropped onto one knee and held his head while he groaned in pain.
"H-hey man are you tweaking? T-tell you what, if you share whatever you got left this bench can be yours!"
Malachi naturally couldn't hear the nonsense ravings of the homeless man in front of him as he was much too distracted by another fact.
He could see.
Not just the area in front of him or behind him, he could see everything in the world that was currently under the cover of night.
He could see families sleeping, couples on dates, stressed adults taking late night drives and even crimes being committed.
All of it flashed by in his vision endlessly, and he felt as if his brain was going to explode from the rapid influx of knowledge.
'Aisha… I need Aisha!'
He thought of her and he could suddenly see his dearest friend a large distance away in a lavish hotel room naked with a pretty woman's head in between her legs.
'You fucking pervert we don't have time for that!'
Malachi fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket, only to crush it when he pressed too hard.
Apparently his strength had been augmented to several thousand times past the normal human threshold, so breaking his phone was as easy as putting his finger through paper.
'Damn it.. damn it!!'
"I-I have to get home..." Malachi weakly said as he stumbled off the ground.
He groggily took a step forward when his body became a dark mist and he disappeared from the park.
Leaving behind only a stunned homeless man that muttered something incomprehensible about how his bench never gave him magical powers before, so maybe he was sleeping on it wrong.
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When Malachi reappeared, he was outside the front door of his apartment.
Fumbling for his keys, he was able to gingerly take them out of his pocket even with his splitting headache and managed somehow not to break the door.
Unlocking the front door, he drunkenly stumbled in and fell to his knees on the floor after closing the door behind him.
"W-who are you?.."
A horrified small voice came from the corner of the room where Aubrey was currently shaking as she stared at the unknown man in front of her.
"A-Aubrey I need help.." Malachi weakly said.
"W-why do you know my name?? P-please take whatever you want and leave just don't hurt me!"
If Malachi had been in the right state of mind, he would've cried when he heard those words.
Aubrey had severe androphobia due to an incident in her past, and it was so bad she didn't even leave the house anymore.
Her brother was the only male in her life that she could talk to and not be afraid of.
But now it looked like she had developed a fear of him as well.
"Aubrey please listen to me.. it's me, Mal. I've been blessed and I'm having a really hard time. I need you to call Aisha for me and tell her I need her help."
The tears that were flowing from Aubrey's big almond eyes immediately stopped when she heard this man's story.
"M-Mal?" The girl hesitated.
She couldn't see his face clearly since the room was dark, but she could see two cat-like yellow eyes peaking out from behind his very long hair.
Suddenly the man released another groan of pain before he lurched forward and collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
For almost five whole minutes, Aubrey's body was still paralyzed by fear and she did not dare to move.
Slowly, she grabbed a broom from nearby and turned on the light in the living room to get a better look at the man's face.
Moving his dreads out of the way with the broom, she stared hard at the face of the man claiming to be her brother.
The man was… divinely handsome.
While all blessed have their looks augmented when they are reborn, she'd never seen anyone that fit the standard of attraction more than him.
He looked like the word lust was specifically created to describe the feeling that occurred when looking at his face.
And now thinking that this might be the same scrawny kid that she'd just waved goodbye to a few hours ago, she was naturally quite shocked.
But when she saw the uniform that barely fit his body along with his name tag, all fears fled from her mind and she hastily pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
The phone didn't even ring twice before it was picked up by an out of breath woman.
"A-Aubrey? W-what can I do you for- Shit! I-I mean what can I do for you?"
Aubrey giggled lightly when she heard the rushed and nervous way Aisha answered the phone.
She couldn't fathom when she started acting this way around her or even why but she found it slightly amusing.
The world famous 'War Princess' was now stuttering on the phone with a girl who was barely eighteen years old.
"Aisha… it's about Mal."
Immediately the white haired woman felt her heart drop and she immediately feared the worst. "What's wrong, is he okay?!"
"That's… well… he somehow got blessed."
"…The hell did you just say?"
If the orgasm Aisha had just had prior to this phone call wasn't enough to spice up her night, the information divulged on this phone call gave her the shock she needed.
"I'm coming right now." Was all Aubrey heard before Aisha hung up the phone.