Chadji PD was your average 18-year-old boy:
50% gym motivation
50% overthinking
100% confused about women
While walking home, he saw Mother Theresa in the woods, glowing faintly like a radioactive grandma.
"Mother… Theresa? Why are you shining like a Samsung fridge?"
She smiled.
Not the nice church smile.
The "I haven't eaten in 300 light-years" smile.
Before he could run, she pounced with Olympic-level strength and bit him—
not gently, not respectfully, but like a mosquito who pays rent.
"MOTHER THERESAAAAAA WHY?!" he screamed.
She whispered,
"Empathy injection… complete."
Then she vanished into the trees like a WiFi signal during an important match.
Chad collapsed, glowing like a PowerPoint animation.
His DNA rearranged itself like it was doing Zumba.
When he woke up…
He felt… strange.
Powerful.
Soft? Emotionally soft?
He could sense emotions around him — especially women's emotions.
Girl 1 (400m away): "I hope my eyeliner is even."
Girl 2 (1km away): "Why are men like this?"
Girl 3 (passing by): "He's kinda cute but looks like he hasn't slept since 2019."
He gasped.
He wasn't Chad anymore.
He was…
WOMAN-MAN
The first superhero who could literally feel women's feelings.
Terrifying.
Useful.
Dangerous.
And Mother Theresa wasn't done with him.
In fact… this was only Phase One...
The Side Effects of Empathy
When Chad woke up the next morning, he expected the whole "alien bite DNA rearrangement" thing to be a dream.
It wasn't.
He knew because he could hear emotions.
Not voices — emotions.
Feelings.
Like mood Bluetooth.
He stepped outside his house and instantly felt a wave of:
Annoyance from the neighbor aunty because her husband forgot the LPG bill.
Heartbreak from a girl down the street who dropped her phone and cracked the screen.
Pure rage from a kid whose lollipop got stolen by a dog.
Lust from someone thinking about their gym crush at 8:02 AM (too early, but okay).
It was overwhelming.
"Bro I didn't ask for all this," Chad whispered to himself.
But the universe did not care.
The Powers Begin
He tried walking normally.
But the moment he passed a group of women on their way to church, he felt:
"I hope nobody notices my mismatched socks."
"My ex is a donkey."
"Did I turn off the rice cooker?"
"Ugh, men."
He winced. "Hey— not all men!"
They stared at him.
"…We didn't say anything?"
He walked faster.
This was bad.
The First Glitch
On the way to the market, he felt something strange:
A spike of emotion — sharp, cold, heavy.
Fear.
Someone nearby was scared.
Not normal scared.
Life-in-danger scared.
His heartbeat synced with the feeling. His legs moved on their own.
He rushed behind the abandoned school building, expecting maybe a stray dog, maybe a thief—
No.
It was worse.
It was Mother Theresa.
Floating half a meter above the ground, glowing faint blue, eyes rolled back like low-budget possessed horror.
She spoke with a voice that echoed like three people talking into a fan:
"Phase One complete. Phase Two initiating: Emotional Harvest."
Chad's jaw dropped.
"WHAT HARVEST?! I'm not a vegetable—"
She extended a hand, and the ground cracked.
He stumbled back.
This was real.
A real villain.
A real threat.
But then—
She froze.
Her head snapped sideways.
Her eyes widened.
And she said the one thing no alien invader should ever say:
"Oh no… SHE is coming."
Chad blinked. "She?? Who—"
But at that exact moment, a new presence appeared.
Graceful footsteps.
Cold wind.
A hint of lavender scent.
From the corner of the building stepped…
A girl.
About his age.
Pretty, but in a dangerous way —
like she could either save your life or steal your lunch.
No in-between.
She looked at him like she already knew him.
"Found you," she said.
Her voice calm, but her eyes sharp.
"Who are you?" he asked.
She smirked.
"I'm the reason you're still alive.
And I'm here to train you, WOMAN-MAN."
Mother Theresa hissed.
The girl cracked her knuckles.
Oh no.
It was about to go down.