Note- The beginning is same as my previous Kingmaker story. This is rewrite of that story

Chapter 1

The trip here was disorienting and I didn't have anything but my pajamas. And it had been very cold here.

It was disorienting at first and I didn't know where I was. I had been at home for the last 2 months doing nothing but reading worm fanfic and obsessing over Worm CYOA V5 gimel.

I was starting to panic and passed out after some time. As I woke up there a buzzing In my head and I tried to ignore it. Getting up I had decided to find where I was and what I could do to stay alive.

Wandering out of the park I came across a newspaper stand. Picking up a newspaper and read the title "Brockton bay times dated October 15th, 1987.

Oh my God! I have ended up in Worm!

This is not going to end well for me. I walked back to the bench I had first opened my eyes at and sat. I pondered what I could do now. I tried to search for anything in my pockets and found a piece of paper and pulled it out.

Build

Scenario: Golden age

Path: Villian

Entry: drop-in

Gender: male

Age: adult

Civilian identity: No identity

Costume: budget

Skills: Investigation

Shard: foreign element

Perks:2 x Second Trigger, Plot Convenience, Secret Lair, Blindspot, Negentropy, Mooks

Flaws: 1 x Worst Day Ever, Humble Beginnings, Dishonorable

Gift: payoff

Gang: Others

Powers: (Copycat, Power Hub) ST copycat with 1 km range, ST Kingmaker

Ah. So this is my character build. This looks like a good combination of powers. I went back to buzzing in head and tried to mentally poke it. The knowledge that entered my head was on the verge of overwhelming me. So now I had the controls and I learned how to use my powers.

I pondered my options which weren't a lot. If my memory serves me right, none of Brockton Bay's characters have triggered yet. And in most cases not even born. If I'm right then currently Brocton bay in time of peace. No super villains to worry about.

I remembered that the USA had soup kitchens. I headed back out and tried to find someone who could point me towards one.

After about an hour of pointless roaming, at last, I found a soup kitchen with the help of some homeless guys. The soup kitchen helped me get some food also lent me a coat to fight the cold. They pointed me towards a homeless shelter and I was off to reach there. The city seems new. Which was true because the city was founded a few years back.

I reached the shelter prayed that they have a place so that I can sleep for the night and get my bearings right.

"So you were the guy who came in yesterday, son?", A man walked up to me the next morning and asked.

I was scared here. I had heard some bad stuff about these places. These were not nice places and people here had no mercy. But I moved ahead praying that this guy might help me a bit.

"Ah yes. Recently graduated with a shitty accounting degree. Can't find any job. Got thrown out without being able to take my belongings.", I lied. It was nerve-wracking. What is my story had holes and he caught up to it? It could be bad for me.

"Ha! Got Fucked over by the system hun? Keep them down! That's what all the systems all about. Shit on the little guy. You gotta be careful though. The people here. They have hardened themselves. You hear about how violent it is on the streets? All true. These people have lost everything. None of them were born homeless. Thrown out of their home. Ran away from their homes. Drugs being dumped in their bodies from shady people. You got to be careful kid. Being a hobo is a quicksand, boy. You gotta get out of it quickly or you never will. Get out before the depression start settling in son.", He said.

"So.. so.. So what do you recommend? Have in mind some jobs? I am quite desperate at the moment and will take up any jobs.",I asked. The man seems kind and had the urge to help others. How he survived here on the streets, I do not know.

"Heard the docks are hiring. But if you go there looking like that, You won't get the job. At least no wants to hire the hobos. I tell you what. You go back to the soup kitchen. There are these huge goodwill buckets at the back of it. You get some good clean clothes there. Clean yourself up a bit and go to the docks. Ask them for the hiring department and tell them Wilson sent you. Maybe they will hire you", Wilson said.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wilson", I replied gratefully.

"Hahaha. Mr. Wilson he says! I still remember when I was still green behind the ears. Look where it got me", He left after saying that.

After I left for the docks I was still not convinced what will become of me. Even if I get the job, How am I supposed to survive the month? I do not think the people at the homeless shelter would appreciate the clothes I am wearing. It took me 3 hours to go through a lot of clothes placed at the soup kitchen to get two wearable pairs of clothes.

The guys at the gate pointed me to the hiring department. They were built like a bull but seemed nice enough.

"Hi. I'm Rahul Sharma. Wilson sent me. He said that I might be able to get a job here?", I said to the only lady sitting in the cabin.

"Hmmm. I am Eliza Wren. You seem quite well dressed for a guy sent by Wilson.", the lady said.

"Thank you. Took a long time to find a good pair.", I said feeling nervous. What kind of job would I be eligible for? With how desperate I felt at the moment I might even take up a job to clean dirty toilets.

"So, Do you think any type of job you might be more inclined towards? With the pot belly you have I guess you won't be up to the job we normally get done."

"Yes, I used to have some experience in accounting so that might be great."

"Accounting you say. Hmmm, maybe you could do the warehousing job we have. Keeping track of what comes in what goes out. There 5 guys working there and have been complaining about having a lot more work than they can handle. Maybe you can help them."

"That would be great, Ma'am. I think I could do that work just fine."

"Hmmm. Okay. We can go meet the guys there and then we can discuss your pay."

The meeting with the warehouse guys went smoothly and pay seemed fair. When I voiced my concerns over where I would stay and How am I supposed to feed myself over the first month, Eliza started laughing. She said they will contact you by evening. WTF is she talking about?

WTF have I gotten myself into? Apparently 'Wilson' was not that guy's true name. He somehow figured out I was an Illegal migrant worker and was quite desperate to find a job. So he got me a job at Docks to help him smuggle things. I would have shit my pants if he didn't specify that they only smuggle gold. My job was to get a marked carton which would somehow mysteriously appear every day in the warehouse to a guy standing outside the warehouse. Just that. I would be paid a USD 1000 every month for that job. I didn't think the job was that risky but I didn't want to land in the illegal waters so early in my cape life!

FML!

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