The plane touched down with a soft jolt, and the seatbelt light flicked on. Sam leaned back, watching the cityscape of São Paulo unfold through the small oval window. Even after everything he had experienced in New York, something about being back in Brazil grounded him. The humid air, the noise, the familiar rhythm—it all came rushing back the moment he stepped out of the airport.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, Sam checked his phone. HyperCell was in full swing now—labs running, prototypes locked, factories gearing up. The company could run without him for a while.
The plane ride felt longer than it should have, but stepping out into the warm Brazilian air washed away the last of Sam's travel fatigue. He didn't waste time lingering. After clearing the airport, he grabbed a taxi and gave the driver the familiar address.
The ride was quiet. Outside, the city blurred by—streets he knew well, shops and corners he hadn't seen in months. His chest tightened as they pulled into his neighborhood. It felt strange, like nothing had changed here, while he had changed completely.
The car stopped in front of the house. Sam paid the driver and stood there for a moment, suitcase in hand, staring at the front door. His home. He took a slow breath, then walked up the steps and pushed the door open.
The faint smell of the old place greeted him. Memories tugged at the back of his mind. For the first time in weeks, he let himself relax just a little.His eyes swept the living room, and a wave of memories came back. Cracks still marked the wall near the entry—reminders of when he'd first tested his strength and hadn't known his own limits. A corner of the floor still sagged slightly, like a crater left by a careless landing.
But someone had clearly done work here. The shelf he once shattered was fixed, the broken tiles near the kitchen were replaced, and even the curtains looked newer. Sam set his bag down slowly, realizing who it had to be.
Kyle's been here… patching up after me, huh?
Sam dropped his suitcase by the door and headed straight for the bathroom. The shower hissed to life, steam filling the small space as he stepped under the warm water. The heat washed away the stiffness from the flight, and for the first time in weeks, he felt truly at ease.
After drying off, he changed into a loose shirt and pants, then moved into the kitchen. The house was quiet. He set a kettle on the stove, pulling out the familiar tin of tea leaves from the cabinet. The ritual felt grounding—scooping the leaves, pouring the hot water, watching it swirl into a deep amber.
He carried the cup to the table, purifying it
"I haven't really cut loose in weeks, he admitted to himself. No fights, no testing limits… It feels strange. I know I'm maybe even close to overpowered, but I've barely touched that side of myself"
"Maybe New York is not that chaotic. It's better this way… staying calm, not drawing attention. But sooner or later some idiots will come knocking"
He lifted the cup to his mouth, sipping slowly, letting the taste linger on his tongue. That's when it hit him.
The ginseng.
Sam rose from the couch after a few minutes, stretching the stiffness out of his shoulders. His eyes drifted toward the bedroom. Tucked away under his bed was the lockbox he hadn't touched since leaving for New York.
He walked over, pulled it out, and set it on the table. The metal felt cold and heavier than he remembered, like the weight of what was inside had only grown.
The key turned with a faint click. Slowly, he lifted the lid.
Inside, resting in its wrapping, was the Primordial Chaos Ginseng. Even untouched, it looked alive. Its surface was smooth yet twisted, like the roots of time itself had knotted together into one form. A faint shimmer clung to it, not light exactly, but something that pressed against his senses.
Sam picked it up carefully and placed it on the table in front of him. For a moment he just stared at it.
This little thing… it's supposed to be priceless. A priceless herb in a cultivation world that millions will kill for, a power-up, a once-in-a-lifetime chance. And it's sitting right here in my kitchen like a regular snack.
Sam stared at the ginseng sitting on the table, the glow tugging at him like a quiet heartbeat. His hand tightened into a fist before he finally let out a slow breath.
"Alright. No more waiting."
He picked it up, the surface cool and oddly alive against his palm.
"System," he said under his breath, "veil the house. Human Veil ability, maximum seal. I don't want a single ripple leaking out."
The air inside the house shifted instantly. Walls hummed, and a faint translucent sheen slid across the windows and doors like the world itself had been pushed away.
Sam sat down again, holding the ginseng close. His pulse quickened. Once I eat this, that's it. No turning back. But… this is the step I've been waiting for.
He brought it to his mouth and bit down.
The taste was indescribable—sweet, bitter, sharp, warm, cold—every flavor folding over itself until his mind blanked. The ginseng dissolved like liquid fire, and then his whole body lit up.
A thunderous pulse shook through him, and he gasped, clutching the table. His veins glowed black and white, divine light coursing through him.
The Primordial Chaos Ginseng resonated with his Transcendent Holy Body. Flesh, bone, blood—everything was rewritten. His skin flickered between dark void and radiant brilliance, yin and yang weaving together.
Every cell screamed with power. Not just life, but creation itself. In his core, stars flared to life only to collapse into tiny black holes, each one birthing new sparks of existence. A cycle of creation and destruction churned endlessly inside him.
He stood, trembling, but not from weakness—his body felt endless. Strength didn't even measure anymore. He flexed his hands, and the space around his fingers warped like glass bending.
Sam stood in the quiet house, his whole body humming with black-and-white light. He clenched and unclenched his fists, still half in disbelief at what he was feeling.
"System," he said slowly, "show me my status."
A translucent screen flickered into the air before him, letters forming in crisp, glowing script:
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Name: Sam
Race: Human (Veil Concealment Active)
Physique: Transcendent Holy Body (Resonated with Primordial Chaos Ginseng)
State: Embodiment of Primal Creation
Stats:
Strength: ∞ (Limitless growth without ceiling)
Speed: Omniversal Warp (transcends and bypasses space-time barriers at will)
Durability: Irrelevant (concept of "damage" cannot be applied)
Stamina: ∞ (existence sustains itself indefinitely)
Regeneration: Conceptual (erases "damage" from reality itself)
Vitality: Eternal Primordial (body persists until the end and rebirth of all universes)
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Sam blinked at the screen, then rubbed his face with both hands.
"…Okay. That's… yeah, that's insane." He exhaled, pacing in a slow circle. "Limitless strength. Speed beyond space-time. Damage doesn't even exist for me anymore."
The words looked unreal, like some over-the-top character sheet from a video game. But his body told him it wasn't an exaggeration—it was the truth.
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Sam stared at the glowing screen a little longer, his eyes locked on the word Speed: Omniversal Warp.
"Transcends space-time barriers at will, huh?" he muttered. "That sounds… broken."
He stood up, his heart drumming with both excitement and nerves. It had been a while since he seriously tested his powers, and now, this new stat was practically daring him.
"Alright. Let's see what this means in practice."
Sam took a slow breath, then focused. The moment he willed himself forward, reality itself seemed to shatter. The living room blurred into streaks of black and white, the walls folding inward and outward at the same time. In less than an eyeblink, he was no longer inside his house—he was standing on the edge of the Atlantic, the ocean spread wide before him, waves frozen in impossible clarity.
"…Holy shit." His voice came out in a whisper, the sound echoing strangely, as if space itself was still catching up to his words.
He looked back—except there was no "back." His house was simply gone from view, separated by layers of folded dimensions. And yet, with a single thought, Sam snapped back inside his living room, standing exactly where he had started.
The entire trip had taken less time than a heartbeat.
Sam held out his hand, staring at his fingers as they trembled slightly.
"I didn't even run. I just… willed it. Space-time is like—like it's paper to me now."
A laugh escaped his chest, half in disbelief, half in exhilaration.
"No jet. No teleport. No portal. Just… me moving wherever I want. That's crazy."
The couch groaned as he sat down again, clutching his forehead.
"If this is just speed… then what the hell will happen when I test strength?"
--Author's Note
Yeah bro is overpowered now
So Sam is just going to focus on his company and upcoming Alien Invasion that's going to happen in New York so there will be a lot of goodies for him to strengthen
Somebody please phone Thanos