Amon knelt beside Medusa, gently patting her face with water until she blinked awake.
"What happened?" Amon asked, concern in his voice.
"Nothing serious," Medusa replied weakly, "I think I'm just exhausted."
"You should go home and rest," Amon advised.
Medusa nodded, waving him off as she headed down the street. As she walked, a car suddenly sped toward her. Just as it was about to hit, Jehovah appeared, yanking her back to safety.
In the shock of the moment, Medusa felt a strange energy surge within her, as if something was releasing from her body. Her hand brushed against Jehovah's robotic arm, and suddenly, a transformation began—a biological hand started forming and merging seamlessly with his robotic one.
Jehovah, wide-eyed, stared at his restored hand. "How did I get my hand back?" he asked, marveling at the miracle.
Medusa took a step back, her face pale. "I'm sorry, I have to go," she stammered, turning quickly to leave.
"Hey, little girl, wait!" Jehovah called out, but Medusa didn't look back, disappearing down the street.
Jehovah, still in shock, flexed his new hand, feeling the warmth of flesh where cold metal once was. The miracle left him speechless, wondering how this mysterious girl had somehow brought his hand back to life.
As Jehovah tried to gather his thoughts after Medusa's strange departure, he heard his name being called from behind.
"Jehovah!"
Turning around, he was met by a group of rough-looking men, armed and ready. Confused, Jehovah asked, "Why are you attacking me?"
A familiar face stepped forward from the crowd—a man with a sneer on his face. "Don't you remember me? You reported me to the police for selling guns illegally," he sneered.
Jehovah recognized him instantly. "Yes, because you were selling guns in a restaurant," he replied defiantly.
"Was it your restaurant?" the man asked, mocking him.
"No, but I cared about the safety of people there."
Before Jehovah could say more, the man gave a signal, and his men lunged forward. Instinctively, Jehovah raised his new hand to defend himself, and with a powerful punch, sent the men flying back.
Stunned, he looked at his hand. "How…? My new hand has strength beyond what I imagined."
As more attackers came at him, Jehovah clenched his fist and punched the ground. A shockwave rippled out, causing everyone around him to stumble and fall.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Jehovah turned to escape. But as he ran, a car sped toward him at full throttle. He reached out instinctively with his right hand to stop it—and, to his amazement, the car crumpled on impact, disintegrating under the force of his touch.
Jehovah stared at his hand, breathing heavily, realizing he now possessed a power he hadn't fully understood until now.
After his unexpected encounter, Jehovah sprinted back to his apartment, glancing at his newly transformed hand with excitement. "No more suffering now!" he whispered to himself, feeling a surge of confidence. Once inside his room, he couldn't contain his exhilaration, declaring, "I am the most powerful human on Earth now!" He broke into a dance, celebrating his newfound strength.
Meanwhile, Medusa finally reached home. Her mom noticed her exhaustion. "Oh, back so soon?" she asked.
"I'm just really tired, Mom," Medusa replied. She went to her room and lay down, hoping for a quick rest. But as she began to drift off, a faint voice echoed in her ears, "Be careful, Medusa." Startled, she sat up, looking around, but saw no one. Shaking it off, she lay back down and eventually fell asleep.
Back at an undisclosed location, the gun dealer, Ram, was fuming. "How did he get this kind of power? I've lost two years because of him. I can't let this go."
One of his associates leaned in. "Maybe your brother, the boss, should hear about this."
"Good idea," Ram replied. He dialed his brother's number, and after a few rings, the familiar voice of Dr. Srinivasan came on the line. "Who's calling?"
"It's me, Ram, your brother," he replied.
"Ram! You're out of jail?" Dr. Srinivasan asked, surprised.
"Yes, and I have something important to tell you, brother. I saw a young man, around 22. His punches… they're unbelievably powerful," Ram explained, his voice laced with urgency.
Dr. Srinivasan's tone shifted. "Come to my place, and we'll discuss this in detail. I want to know everything about him."
Ram arrived at Dr. Srinivasan's house, and as they settled into conversation, Dr. Srinivasan leaned forward and asked, "What's his name?"
"It's Jehovah, brother," Ram replied.
Dr. Srinivasan's expression shifted in shock. "What? Jehovah?" Quickly, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his photos until he found one, holding it up for Ram. "Is this him?"
Ram nodded. "Yes, brother. Do you know him?"
Dr. Srinivasan exhaled sharply. "I know him well. A while back, I accidentally hit him with my car. He lost his right hand in the accident, and I was the one who treated him afterward. It was tragic."
Ram looked puzzled. "But, brother, he has both hands now."
Dr. Srinivasan shook his head in disbelief. "That's impossible... unless..." He trailed off, deep in thought.
"Don't worry, I'll capture him," Ram offered, eager to prove himself.
Dr. Srinivasan gave a nod but warned, "Be careful. If he's developed this kind of strength, it means something has changed. I want to understand how."
As Ram left, Dr. Srinivasan made his way to the hospital. Once there, he went straight to the hidden room where Rosy was held. Stepping inside, he called out, "Hey, Rosy."
Rosy looked up, her face weary. "What do you want? Just leave me alone."
Ignoring her plea, Srinivasan stepped closer. "I want to know something, so tell me."
Rosy's eyes narrowed defiantly. "I won't tell you anything. Now get out."
Frustrated, Srinivasan slapped her, only to recoil, clutching his hand in pain. "Ouch… my hand!"
Rosy smirked, breaking into laughter. "My body is harder than you think, you fool."
Trying to keep his composure, Srinivasan glared at her. "You'll regret that soon enough. Now, tell me—what's your power?"
Rosy hesitated but then muttered, "Healing. Satisfied? Now go."
Srinivasan's expression shifted as realization dawned on him. "Healing…" he whispered, piecing things together. His eyes widened with a twisted smile. "Now I know who healed Jehovah's hand. I'll find her, and she'll pay for interfering."
Without another word, he left the room, a determined plan forming in his mind.