My name is Nanxiong Qimu, and I am a superpower.
Telepathy, telekinesis, mind control, teleportation, foresight, clairvoyance, psychometry, dimensional manipulation...
If I get serious, I can end all of humanity thirty-four different ways—instantly.
If you think I was born with everything, living as the happiest man in the world, then you're mistaken.
Because when everything becomes too easy—joy, tension, sadness, even pain—slip through your fingers like sand. Superpowers took away my right to experience the ordinary.
That's why I sealed most of them away. That's why I prefer to be unnoticed, uninvolved, and entirely forgettable.
"Ding. You have received a call request from the Lord of Another World."
That voice… it echoed in my head like a system prompt, freezing me mid-thought.
The green glint of my glasses—designed to restrain petrification—flickered as I instantly relocated to outer space.
No hallucinations. Probability of that is under one in a hundred million.
"Ding. Do you respond to the call?"
So teleporting out of Earth's gravitational pull still doesn't escape it. In that case—
"I reject."
I don't care whether I'm summoned to be a hero or a demon king. Revealing I'm a superpower is the last thing I want. Protagonist? Try someone else.
"Ahem."
The voice shifted—masculine this time.
"Uh… can you hear me?"
No. I can't.
"I know you don't like trouble. But I really need your help here. Please!"
People across galaxies beg for my help. It doesn't mean I'll get involved.
"I have four cups of premium coffee pudding waiting for you."
…
He even knows my favorite dessert? That's… suspicious. Fine. I'll bite. Just enough to investigate.
I pushed up my glasses and accepted the call.
Instantly, the scene warped. I wasn't in outer space anymore.
Now I stood in the middle of a bustling city—one eerily similar to Japan. Not another world, just another country?
"Ahhh!"
Screams. Pedestrians scattered like frightened animals, staring at me like I was a monster.
My mind synced with theirs immediately—telepathy was reflexive.
[Who the hell is that?!]
[What are those things on his head?]
[Call the cops! Freak spotted!]
Why? My appearance should have been auto-filtered. My mind control power makes oddities seem normal to anyone observing.
Unless… something's off.
"Qi… God?"
A girl stared at me with awe, hands trembling slightly. Tall, black hair, eyes full of wonder.
That name—"Qi Shen"—isn't even my actual name, but she said it like it belonged to me.
"Hello." She stepped forward, extending her hand. "I'm Shen He. Your summoner. Thank you for answering the call."
Ordinary. No magic circles. No chants. Just a socially functioning adult.
Fine. First, get out of this crowd.
My hand rested on her shoulder—teleport.
Shwoop!
Two kilometers away, roadside.
"Ahhh!"
Another scream. Tires squealed.
Not Shennongjia. Still urban. Try again.
Shwoop!
Crowded restaurant. Kids screaming.
Again.
Shwoop!
Still populated. Something was limiting my range.
And yet—no screams this time.
"Come on!"
Shen He grabbed my wrist, dragging me through an alleyway.
She finally paused. "We should be safe here. I'll introduce myself properly. Shen He. Chinese national. I'm your summoner."
I didn't speak, but my question echoed in her mind: What happened to my abilities?
"I… think I know why."
A virtual panel appeared before her. My avatar rotated midair, next to the glowing words: Level 1.
She tapped "Enhance." The screen flashed: Insufficient Dog Food.
Enhancement stones required. Of course.
I scanned her thoughts. The explanation pieced itself together. Apparently, my summoning bound me to a class-based leveling system, stripped down to basics. Data streamed into my brain—metadata about the summoning circle, current master identity, restrictions…
I wasn't the protagonist of this world.
"That said…" Shen He scratched her cheek. "Coffee pudding first? Let's talk somewhere quieter."
I nodded. "Lead the way."
We ended up on a rooftop with open sky and silence.
As I tasted the pudding—rich coffee bitterness balanced by cream—it melted away the tension. The flavor… better than anything back home. Truly divine.
Shen He looked up at the clouds, voice softer. "In this world… In a few years, half the population will die to alien invaders. I'm not from this world either. I don't care much about saving it for their sake."
She smiled faintly. "But I do want to enjoy my life here."
She didn't need to say more. Her thoughts flowed directly into my consciousness—honest, chaotic, and full of human desires.
I finished the pudding. It lingered like memory.
"How do I terminate the contract?"
Shen He's shoulders slumped. "...There's no way."
"You're my only ultra-rare summon. If I lose you now, I'm finished."
The system showed no more summon attempts. Stones used, cooldown locked.
"I could force one order per day, up to three stacked," she muttered. "But I won't. That's not how I want to do this."
She was right to worry. From her thoughts, nine others summoned without results. I was the only one who appeared.
I turned slightly. "I just don't want to be noticed."
And that's when it began.
Behind us—shadows moved.
Trouble had already arrived.