Raja Rudra Wyllt, Supreme Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, and Multiverse's Sassiest Nerd, strutted through his penthouse, ego puffed up like a Quidditch blimp after snagging Superman powers and CPH4 brain juice.
"I'm basically a god!" he crowed, flexing for no one. But his wise side—buried under layers of snark—whispered, Chill, bro, this god complex is a one-way ticket to Crazytown.
MAYA chimed in, "Master, your Demi-God body reacting to God Complex and causing power thirst that is inflating your head like a bad balloon animal. I recommend Ditch the ego—road-trip to explore USA like a True American. This world's got mysteries even you can't unravel."
Raja paused, stroking his chin like a discount Dumbledore. "Road-trip? Like that Reacher dude, punching punks and eating diner pie? I'm in!"
He grinned, "MAYA, seal my magical jazz and Superman perks—I'm going peak human, 25% brain only. Time to vibe like a Muggle monk!"
MAYA: "Powers locked. Don't break America with just peak human body Please."
Raja winked, "No promises, girl."
First stop: Shadow Corp HQ to spill his pilgrimage plan to his queens—Jane, Beth, and Jessica.
Raja, craving normalcy, strolled to the front desk like a regular Joe, flashing a goofy smile. "Yo, here to see the bosses—Wyllt, Raja Wyllt."
The receptionist blinked, flustered, as he plopped on a bench, flipping through a newspaper like a sitcom dad.
MAYA: You're overdoing the 'normal' bit. "Shush, I'm Oscar-worthy!"
The elevator dinged, spitting out a limping middle-aged guy with a cane—gray suit, sharp eyes.
Raja froze, brain pinging like a busted radar. "Where did I saw this guy" before he remember he disturbed by the running receptionist.
The receptionist scurried over, apologizing, "Mr. Wyllt, I didn't know you were VIP!" Raja waved her off, smirking, "No sweat, I'm stealthy like that," and zipped to the top floor.
Jane, Beth, and Jessica lounged in the boardroom, plotting Shadow Corp's next takeover. Raja swooped in, planting kisses on each, Drip Supreme screaming chaos. Before he could pitch his road-trip, a file caught his eye—Harold Wren's mugshot.
Raja froze, brain pinging like a busted radar. "I know that dude…" Using 25% brainpower, it hit him—Harold Wren ( Aka Harold Finch). "Fuck me,"
Raja muttered, "Person of Interest vibes!" "Yo, Jessica, who's this cane guy slinking around our turf?"
Jessica leaned back, "Harold Wren, software nerd at IFT, Inc.—Nathan Ingram's tech empire. Jane's pushing to merge IFT with Shadow Tech, but they sent this desk jockey to negotiate, like we're amateurs."
Raja's grin turned feral. "MAYA, this ain't just comedy and magic world right, is it?"
MAYA: "Nope—brace for crime, mystery, and action, no spooky stuff. Buckle up!"
Raja sighed, "Jessica, how do I go off-grid, help cops catch bad guys, no strings?" The queens froze, staring like he'd grown a Snitch for a head.
Jessica recovered, "Private investigator route—bachelor's in criminal justice, apprentice with a P.I. I can hook you up at CUNY John Jay in New York, fast-track it to a year with your brain."
Raja nodded, scheming. "Sign me up." Secretly, he planned to send mental clones—25% brain hacks, baby—to study criminology, forensic science, psychology, and cybersecurity on the sly.
Jessica worked her legal magic, sneaking him into the USA from London with his honorary high school creds and his "genius artist" fame.
Raja hit the ground running, tailing Harold Wren (aka Finch), mapping his coffee runs and nerdy routine.
At a café, Raja "accidentally" swapped their orders, playing a wide-eyed London student. "Oi, mate, this latte's yours? I'm Raja, Soon be P.I!" just like that Raja and Harold meet daily for coffee.
Raja charmed Harold using wit, humour, social skills, tech talk, fascinating Idea's about future technologies.
Harold consider raja as his protégé by helping him by giving ideas and solutions in cybersecurity subjects.
MAYA: You're catfishing a genius.
Eight months later, Raja aced his criminal justice degree, top score, while send his clones to other universities to learn other subjects like criminology, forensic science, forensic psychology, and cybersecurity stealthily.
Harold saw Raja as his protégé, clueless Raja was gaming the system.
Needing a breather, Raja cruised to Uncle Charlie's Malibu pad in a sleek car Beth gifted for graduation—Black, Gold shiny, Chaos Mobile (Cheverlot). On the Pacific Coast Highway, he spotted a tall, nerdy dude and a sharp-eyed gal thumbing for a lift.
Raja screeched to a stop, checking the tall guy who look like Jack Ryan. "Hop in, wanderers!"
The gal sniffed the leather seats. "New car smell—Seems like you got Rich Dad?"
Raja smirked, "Nah, sugar mommy—grad gift from a queen."
They cracked up, introducing themselves as Chuck and Ellie Bartowski.
Raja's brain pinged—Chuck series alert—but kept cool. "Where to?"
Chuck grinned, "Got a Stanford letter, chilling before I enroll."
Raja clapped, "Sweet! Crash at my Malibu Villa (Rose House), I'm also going there for relax."
They hesitated fisrt, then girl nodded, "Deal!"
At Rose House, Raja sweet-talked Rose, who shrugged—Kandi was off filming tv series as Eye Kandi role.
He found Uncle Charlie, planning a grad bash. "Party time, Unc!"
Raja roared, inviting Chuck and Ellie. Night hit, and the rager exploded—tequila, karaoke, Charlie's sleazy Jingle tunes.
Raja stayed sober (super body), herding drunk guests like a chaotic shepherd, tucking girls into beds. Ellie, tipsy, yanked him onto hers, lips crashing. Raja's brain shorted—WHOA, SPY SISTER SMOOCH!—and they Fucked till dawn, gasping like rom-com leads. (Pic)
Morning brought hangovers; Raja whipped up eggs and his "WylltCure" soup, smirking as Charlie groaned, "You're Devil and Angel."
Ellie blushed, avoiding his eyes. Raja slid beside her, whispering, "Last night? No stress—fun's fun." She relaxed, and over two days, they snuck for a fuck like teens dodging curfew.
Ellie spilled her dream: "Wanna be a doctor—no serious romance till then." Raja fist-bumped her. "Crush it, Doc. Need steam blown off? Call me." He slipped her his number, her smile brighter than a Lumos charm.
As Chuck and Ellie split for Stanford, Raja lounged, pondering. "MAYA, this world got serial killers?"
MAYA: "Oh, you mean Dexter? Yup, he's slicing somewhere."
Raja's eyes widened, fist clenching. "I think I need to gear up for some serious pilgrimage shit."
To Be Continued…