Chapter 104 - Chapter 104

From the bustling streets of New York City, the afternoon sun cast long shadows on the concrete jungle, and a crowd had gathered in awe. Among them was Jake, a 29-year-old aspiring blogger who had always craved the kind of viral moment that could elevate his blog from obscurity. He was a scrappy storyteller with a knack for embellishment, always looking for the next big scoop to propel him into internet fame.

As he pushed through the throng of onlookers, heart racing from the adrenaline in the air, he caught snippets of conversations buzzing around him.

"Did you see that guy? He just… made the bullets fly off him!" exclaimed a woman in a bright red jacket, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yeah, and did you notice how the metal just obeyed him?" another spectator chimed in, barely able to contain his excitement.

Jake felt a twinge of envy mixed with inspiration. This was the kind of story he had been waiting for—something so outrageous that it could redefine the narrative of everyday life. He quickly whipped out his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen as he began to document the event, desperate to get his version of the tale out before anyone else.

"Witnessed an unbelievable act of power today. A man controlled metal during a shootout in NYC! Is this the birth of a new hero or a dangerous villain? #Metalmancer #NYC" he typed, adding a flurry of hashtags.

But as he scrolled through his feed, his excitement quickly turned to dismay. There were dozens of posts flooding in, each more dramatic than the last, complete with eyewitness accounts and grainy videos. He was not alone in his desire to capture this moment.

"No way… that one has over a thousand likes already!" he muttered under his breath, frustration boiling inside him.

Determined not to be outdone, Jake decided to embellish his story, adding layers of intrigue that only a true artist could conceive. He imagined himself as the narrator of a grand saga, portraying Malik not just as a man, but as a symbol of something greater.

"Could it be that the world is changing before our eyes? What if this man is just the first of many? #TheRiseOfHeroes #Metalmancer #WatchOutWorld" he posted, trying to stoke the flames of curiosity and excitement in his readers.

As he hit 'post,' he felt a surge of hope. Maybe this was the moment his blog had been waiting for, the spark that would draw in readers from all corners of the internet. He envisioned people discussing his piece, sharing it, even arguing about his interpretations.

Jake stepped back, his heart pounding with the thrill of the chase. He would make sure his account was the one that people remembered—full of flair, excitement, and just a hint of dramatic exaggeration.

Little did he know, the world outside his screen was beginning to change, and the story he was crafting was just one of many that would soon intertwine in a narrative far larger than he could imagine.