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Chapter 5: Sparks in the Smoke
George sat on the rooftop of the bakery that night, the city sprawling beneath him like a living circuit. The lights of Manhattan flickered and danced, mirroring the energies now coursing through his body. Qi, chakra, enhanced genesāthe Chaos Pearl was no mere artifact. It was a gate to dominion.
He had time. But not much.
Rumors of secret labs and strange powers weren't just stories. They were early signs of the world waking up. A Marvel world. Mutants, machines, and men with god complexes would rise. And if he wanted to stand among themāor above them-he had to keep climbing.
The next day, he woke before dawn. Meditation came more easily now. With chakra running in tandem with his cultivation, George found that his senses sharpened at will. By merely closing his eyes, he could feel the heartbeat of the cityāthe murmur of rats in alleys, the crackle of light bulbs, the whistle of a teapot five blocks away.
He didn't just feel stronger.
He felt... tuned.
After breakfast, he made his rounds. The restaurant hummed with success. Regulars had begun bringing friends, and tourists snapped photos of their meals like they were art. Lin beamed with pride whenever someone complimented a dish.
"You're teaching her well," Zhang observed as he wiped down the bar.
George smiled faintly. "She listens. That's rare."
"She looks up to you."
George didn't respond. He wasn't sure he deserved admiration.
He was planning to build an empire, not a kitchen.
Later that week, he returned to the mahjong parlor. Li Tao had arranged a meeting.
"I have someone you should meet," the fixer said, sipping dark tea. "He trades in strange things. Things from... the edge of reality."
"Where?"
"Harlem. Midnight. An old warehouse off 134th. Come alone."
George raised an eyebrow. "You setting me up?"
Li smirked. "If I were, you'd already be dead."
The warehouse was a shadowed beast beneath the moonlight. Crates stacked like sleeping giants. The air smelled of iron and mold.
George arrived just before midnight. No weapons drawn, but his senses were flaring.
A man emerged from the darkness. Tall, lean, Black. Dressed in a sharply tailored suit with a cane that gleamed silver under the moon.
"You're the boy with a thousand recipes and no past," the man said.
"You're the man who knows things," George replied.
The man laughed, rich and deep. "Call me Solomon. I deal in whispers, relics, and things people deny exist until it's too late."
He gestured to a crate, opened it.
Inside lay a scroll. Old, but preserved. George felt his chakra stir just looking at it.
"That," Solomon said, "is from a temple in the Himalayas. One thing the British never found. Care to trade?"
George tilted his head. "What do you want?"
"A favor. One day, you will open a door that I cannot. When that day comes, I want to be standing behind you."
George studied him. Sharp eyes. Calm. Powerful in a way that didn't need to show.
He extended his hand.
"Deal."
The scroll pulsed as he touched it. A sealing jutsu. Complex, elegant.
Another piece for the future.
Over the next month, George integrated the scroll's teachings. His chakra control improved. Wind Release sharpened. Taijutsu took form. At night, he moved through the city like a wraith, testing skills, watching the streets, chasing rumors.
He tracked a man who walked through walls. Found a child whose touch healed wounds. Discovered a speakeasy where the drinks made you dream of other worlds.
The city was changing.
So was he.
And the Chaos Pearl... still had thousands of worlds left to draw.
He wasn't building a legend.
He was building a future.
āEnd of Chapter 5ā
š Translator's Note :
George's journey may seem slow-burning now, but every layer addedābe it sword Qi, chakra, or secret scrollsāis part of a plan years in the making. We're weaving power systems into history itself.
If you enjoy subtle foreshadowing, grounded characters, and slow-cooked worldbuildingā¦ this story's for you. And your comments/power stones fuel the next arc. Thank you for reading š
šØļø Also, I've been thinking of launching a Patreon for those who want early access.What do you all think? If I do open it, how many advance chapters would you want to see available? (50? 100? More?)