Azrael Maximoff View
We found an apartment that we liked, so Chris and I was going to check it out. I put a balaclava on my face in preparation to pretend to be Chris's bodyguard.
I was only going to stop hiding my face when I was confidently strong enough and when all of these organizations fear me. Once they all fear me, they wouldn't dare to challenge me.
That's why I've been grinding my mind stone and ice abilities. My fire power was in tip top shape and I doubt I could learn anything I couldn't already do. While practicing my powers, I brainstormed on ways to obtain more power. It may seem like I was being greedy, but there are truly harmful beings in this universe that I can't even comprehend.
I want to ascend to the point that no evil being poses a threat to me or those I care for.
'I had such a high affinity for the mind stone because it helped in my reincarnation process. Perhaps I could have a high affinity for the soul stone because of the "Azrael Event".'
I've deemed the merging process of me and Azrael as the "Azrael Event."
The problem with me absorbing the soul stone, is that I'd have to sacrifice someone I love for it. But I believe that you can bring someone back to life with the abilities of the soul stone, so if I sacrifice a loved one, then I could bring them back to life.
'That adds another issue. To sacrifice a loved one I have to throw them off a cliff or some shit. And it's a pretty deep ass cliff, so to bring them back, I'd have to go down and retrieve whatever is left of their body.' I rubbed my forehead in frustration.
'The process of obtaining the soul stone is potentially the hardest one for someone who isn't pure evil.' I sighed and decided to think about this more later, right now I had a task at hand.
Chris and I casually walked down the street in the direction of the apartment complex. To make it seem like we were important people, Chris was dawned in a full casual blue suit with a white dress shirt and a red tie.
I had on all black with a balaclava on my head and an unregistered gun on my hip. When I took down that gang, I didn't sell every gun. Although I had no use for them, they looked and felt cool to use.
They also help me uphold appearances when I pretend to be roles like this.
After about 15 minutes of walking, we finally made it. It was a gated complex, so we pressed a button on a screen next to the gate to talk to the person who controlled the gate.
"We need a car dude." Chris said. I chuckled at him and nodded in agreement.
"Patience Chris. Once we get some kind of company up and running, we'll all have luxurious cars and an even better living arrangement." I promised to Chris. I decided that the stable income route I'd be going for is video games.
To me, it seemed to be the easiest for me to learn. By no means was I a businessman, so things like starting up companies from scratch couldn't simply be solved with mind control. There were a lot of things in the business aspect that needed to be learned.
As for creating a video game, this is what I know. I know that first it would be best to create a website and make the game there. Once I decide what game to steal, I learn how to code to replicate that game.
I need to abuse the function that ruined my old world, in game currency in exchange for real money.
There's many more steps that can be explored when the time comes, for now, I need to use my mind stone charm.
"What can I do for you?" A voice came out from the speaker.
"My name is Chris Allen, I'm here to meet Mr. Goldmill." Chris said. The voice disappeared and in a matter of seconds, the gate opened, allowing the two of us to walk forward.
As we walked, we were greeted by the landlord, Joe Goldmill.
"How are you boys doing today?" Joe greeted with a smile on his face. It was a genuine and warm smile, it was refreshing to finally see a random face greeting us so kindly.
"We're doing great Mr. Goldmill." Chris said as they shook hands. We realized that we actually needed to talk to the landlord on a phone so Chris went back to the electric store to buy phones for all of us.
Another reason Chris is our grocery boy, is not only because he is the only American and blends in look wise, he also blends in accent wise.
Wanda, Pietro, and I had Sokovian accents. While Hisako had a noticeable Japanese accent.
"Who is this? I didn't know you had a body guard" Joe said, pointing towards me.
"Yes, this is my bodyguard. He is Serbian, they have very good strength, perfect for protection. His name is Niko Bellic." Chris lied. Well, he lied about me being his bodyguard, my name being Niko Nellic, and me being Serbian.
Serbians are very strong. Have you ever seen Nikola Jokic play basketball? That man is big and strong. And Niko Bellic is a badass, he was one of my favorite characters when I used to play those games.
"Ah a Serbian. Well, it is nice to meet you Mr. Bellic." He said, shaking my hand. I made sure to put a bit of pressure into my handshake to fully implement the lie of me being a strong Serbian man.
"Da."
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