February 6th Nineteen Ninety.

I have been in this world for a bout a year or so, and things have been amazing on my end. One reason that maybe because of my absurd growth rate, but we'll get to that at a later date because right now I could not help but to remember my grandfather's words. Growing up he would always spew one or two words of wisdom to my cousins and I, and little did we know that those words would mold the type of men we'd become later in life. But my absolutely favorite saying had always been.

'Information was key to action.'

And funnily enough, It was something that most of the parahumans, or capes if they were active as a wearing mask, either forgot about or simply chose to not take seriously.

Unfortunately for them however, it was not something I did. In my first life I was once a proud member of the United States Army, and not to toot my own horn but I did make make the cut to become a member of the special forces. I earned myself a few tabs over the years, Tabs such as Ranger, Sniper, Airborne, and Special Forces.

And as you may have guessed, being a three tour war veteran as well as being a highly trained war fighter has given me a certain set of skills. Skills, which came in very handy in my current life.

"No, No, No Please-!" screamed a particularly unpleasant cape as he tried to run away from me by crawling away backwards.

Not that it would work.

I pulled out a knife and threw it.

"EEK-!

Thunk.

Slump.

I sighed. It was irritating, but it was work nonetheless. Walking over to the dead cape, I grabbed him by his hair and dragged him out of the room with me. I didn't say anything as I walked out of the room, and then the building, and finally out into the road.

Few people who were still out at night saw me. Whispers soon broke out, which turned into louder murmurs and gasps when they saw who I was dragging behind me. Passing beneath multiple streetlights, I came to a stop at the center of an avenue and nodded to myself.

I dropped the dead cape, and reached into my inventory. From there, I pulled out a long metal pole and planted it directly into the center of the asphalt road. Ignoring the growing crowd on the sidewalks, I grabbed the dead cape and hurled him up.

Then I impaled him.

People immediately started screaming, but I simply ignored them. I knew that this particular scumbag was already dead.

I turned to the still remaining people, some of whom had cameras.

"I am Azrael!" I shouted. "Many of you know who I am and what I do. Some of you don't!" I paused to let it sink in.

"I am a vigilante who roams across the entire North America! I have been to Toronto! I struck down a neo-Nazi in Brockton Bay! I fought with the Teeth in New York City! I was there to fight Behemoth's assault on Raleigh!" I let that sink in with another pause.

"And I am now here in Phoenix, Arizona because I have heard of your troubles with this villain, the Grabber!"

Yes, that was what the guy named himself. He was the central figure in human trafficking in all of US Southwest because he had an ability called "Send Teleport," which was basically the ability to teleport anything never himself, though to a location if he knew what it looked like.

It was a powerful ability, but the Grabber had neglected to use it for offensive uses. So secure in his petty criminal kingdom, he neglected to grow.

Now, he was very dead.

"So I came and met out justice!" I roared, spraying my arms wide. "The cape who used the nation's inability to imprison him in these times of trouble to further his greed and sell children, women, and men to slavery! The Grabber of Phoenix is now impaled before you! No more of your family will be sent across seas to suffer horrors and humiliations! No more! No More!"

Silence. It was always like this. Soon enough, however…

Someone clapped.

And another. Then more. Finally, the entire center of the avenue cheered wildly.

"No More!" I roared out.

"No More!" people cheered. "No! More! No! More! No! More! No! More!"

This was America, and people were for one easy to rally behind ending certain touchy 'things' like kidnapping, rape, and trafficking specially if it involves children.

Plus, it is always good to be liked by the public after all.

I bowed to the escalating cheers, and made my way out with the usage of [Fly, a Tier-3 spell of the Wizard class. I watched as several of the newly minted Protectorates rushed to the area I was in, but they were too late.

By the time they wove through the crowds to see the impaled body of the Grabber and hundreds of people cheering me on, I was already gone.

Instead of hiding out within the city, I made my way towards Los Angeles. With the Grabber dead, his petty little criminal kingdom was going to fall apart very soon. And since there were still some capes that were under his employ, but they were soon going to fight each other.

The Protectorate could deal with the small fries. I intended to get some more.

Ping.

I stopped mid-flight and stared at the notification I got.

[Points Acquired!]

"Oh~!" I noted happily before quickly pulling up my status page. There, at the bottom of the page, was [Unused points: 107, above that was my status, the classes I had acquired, as well as all the Races and Jobs I could switch too for a limited time.

To be frank, my abilities are more of mix between all the gamer fictions I have read online and that of overlord series mashed together. I mean seriously, I had access to all of Momonga's or Ainz Ooal Gown's abilities as well and that guy was a bonafide Elder lich, well there is also the fact that I too was already level 100 but that's beside the point.

The thing is that, according to common sense all races and jobs had their requirements and you were stuck with one of them. however, It would seem that my angel race bypasses all that and operates on it's own set of rules and regulations. For example, when I was in cauldron's little dungeon, the reason why I was pinging so many abilities was because my system was copying those of all the case 53's.

Heck I even managed to get those of the Clairvoyant, the Number man, as well as all the other capes in that damn facility, only one I didn't get was Contessa's.

Which, for the record I call Bullshit on by the way.

Fucking super hax power, with her cute little button nose, flawless pale skin, and wavy hair and...

Ok moving on, where were we.

Ah, yes power, mine to be exact yes, remember when I mentioned my ridiculous growth rate? Yes, well It was great.

Why?

Because not only did I find out that my growth was moved at the speed of light when I did certain 'actions', but that I was also a power manipulator to boot. If that hadn't been scary enough, add in the fact that was also versatile as fuck and effectively made Eidolon my bitch. And now that you have made it past the initial part, let us move on to the other terrifying parts that are now stacked on top of an already scary thought, because I could also do a few other things would only benefit me in the future. Like for example I don't know maybe rebrand and create a whole new fucking identity should the needs require it?

But what absolutely broke all common sense was that when you think about it, not only did I have access to most shard related powers out there, but the fact that I also have access to all the magic spells, skills, and martial arts from the overlord series as well.

Now, if that was chump change. It was, specially when you factor in both the awesome and scary fact that, I have both my metaknowledge but as well as the ability of perfect memory too boot. So yes, I essentially had the complete timeline as well every wiki information about worm characters stored in my brain ready to be used in the future.

So long story short, I was broken as fuck. Though, somehow Contessa always manages to surprise me. Like that time she showed up in my bolt hole asking about bikini options, not that I'm complaining about her trying them on for me or anything but you know... Fucking hax power path bullshit.

Though, I do wonder whether or not if that kind of behavior was simply glossed over in the novel when it came to Contessa...

Anyways, I'm pretty sure that I am a blind spot for about all if not, at the very least the large majority of the thinkers throughout the world. But, apparently for some reason not that fedora wearing sex on legs of a woman.

Sighing, I decided to put that out of my mind and enjoy the scenery and what not. With [Fly] active, I could do put my mind to something else as make my way to Los Angeles and maybe get some decent tacos while I was at it.

"[Boost Magic: Fly]!" I shouted mentally.

And just like that, my 240 mph 3rd Tier Magic [Fly] became a 560 mph 4th Tier Magic [Fly]. If I truly wanted to, I could have activated 5th tier and brake the sound barrier, but I decided not to give the PRT nor the military a hard on tonight.

"WOOOOO!" I cheered as I blasted towards the city of Alexandria.

Name: Azrael

Race: Elder Angel: Level. 100

Gender: Male (Sex: Male)

Affiliation: The Cauldron / Indie Vigilante

Residence: Earth Bet

Karma: Neutral (50)

Jobs: Wizard, Necromancer, Assassin, Archer, Beast Lord, Gunner, Knight, Ki Master, Ranger, Elemental Master, Bloodsmith, Flesh Manipulator Ect..