Jake Anderson right now is trying to figure out where to go to, "Well, there's the Great Wall of China, Pyramids of Egypt, Rome, but I'll think I'll stick to something close." Jake Anderson says while writing on a chalk board now turned into a makeshift draw board.
After an hour he decides to do this, "You know what, screw it, I ball China here I come." As he says this he uses one of his newfound things he made using his abilities, the 'computer' that he can summon can record for his YouTube channel, though a computer isn't exactly a great recorder so he went to the settings app on it and changed it to a sleek green panel that hovers above him while being invisible to other people.
With his mind made up and done procrastinating like any person he then realizes that he doesn't have a proper way to get to China quickly. Except he does, his Travel ability, summoning his GUI he clicks on the travel button and thinks of the Great Wall of China.
When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in the great wall of China with tourists all around some avoiding him and muttering.
"Damn Mutants." An old man said who's look like a raisin, "Honey we need to avoid that one." A woman said to a little girl holding her hand.
'Damn, I didn't even do shit. And I know that old man aint talking about mutations while he's looking like that.' Was what Jake thought as he continued to walk by until somebody stopped him...
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Author's note: Am I cooking or nah?
Jake's Narration/ Subtitles
Video
The video fades in from black, revealing the sweeping expanse of the Great Wall of China. The camera glides along the stone pathway, catching every crack and weathered groove—centuries of history laid bare under the soft glow of the afternoon sun. A light breeze carries distant voices and the rhythmic echo of footsteps against ancient stone.
This is me being a decent human being-a decent person recording my video. Might I say even a polite person.
"This—this is the Great Wall," Jake's voice narrates, steady, measured. "One of humanity's greatest architectural feats, a structure that has endured time itself. And today, I got to experience it firsthand... and by firsthand, I mean getting nearly decked by a guy who thought I was a mutant."
The footage next will explain what I'm talking about.
The peaceful frame is abruptly interrupted—a sharp cut to Jake, standing casually atop one of the Wall's higher ledges. The camera shifts downward, revealing the sheer drop on either side.
"Teleporting onto a landmark? Probably not the smartest move." Jake says while he attempts to get lower.
From the crowd below, a man emerges—face twisted with paranoia, fists clenched tight. His movements are erratic, his words sharp.
"You're one of them! I saw what you did! Mutant freak!"
Please guys, don't be like this dumbass here, he thinks he's doing his service to humanity even though he's being racist as a certain Klan. Also, everybody is technically a mutant as we all have the mutant gene just some don't have it activated.
A sudden rush—the camera shakes violently as the man lunges, his form a blur of aggression. Jake's breath is audible, sharp and instinctive as he pivots. The motion is captured in slow motion—his muscles coil, his stance adjusts, and his right fist swings forward with practiced precision.
Impact.
The punch collides, sending the man stumbling back. His feet skid against the uneven stone before he collapses, dazed, unmoving.
"It was either that or getting thrown off the Wall," Jake mutters, exhaling deeply. "Did I feel bad? Absolutely. Did I have a choice? Absolutely not."
The silence in the aftermath is short-lived. From behind him, scattered murmurs turn into panicked shouts. Some bystanders clutch their phones, recording the scene happening. Others hesitate between running and confronting.
"And then, of course, fight-or-flight kicked in. Guess which one I picked."
Hint Hint, I beat his ass.
The next sequence is frantic—rapid shots of Jake vaulting over ledges, his body twisting midair, feet hitting stone in fluid parkour motions. The screen tilts, capturing jagged angles of architecture flashing past as he maneuvers through narrow gaps and precarious edges.
"Man f@ck this shit, I ain't dealing with an entire mob!" Jake continues to curse as he narrowly avoids rocks getting thrown at him while he runs.
I had to censor a few things, although I whooped some ass, I can't swear, kids could be watching ya know?
One final jump—an almost reckless leap across a crumbling portion of the Wall. Time slows for a fraction of a second before Jake disappears—his figure dissolving into crackling green light.
The next frame is silent.
Then—his apartment. Stillness. Safety. His breath is uneven, his posture hunched forward. The lens focuses on his face—a quiet moment, the weight of adrenaline and consequence settling in.
"And that, folks, is how NOT to do tourism. 10/10 experience, would not recommend."
Yeah, I think I might not go back to China for a while, place is kinda bad. beautiful but the people suck.
The video cuts to black.
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Jake, finally done editing the video and publishing it waits for views, likes, or anything really. He has named the video as well, A Tourist NPC Tries To Assault Me On The Great Wall of China (He failed)
Though after a while he decided to just watch some tv, which for some reason everything has been paid for, the electricity bill? Paid for. Water bill? Paid for.
Everything else? Paid for. This made Jake extremely happy and extremely worried about what or who is paying for him. "Ehh, screw it, if whoever they are want to pay for my bills I'll be chill with it."
And with that Jake sat on his ass for the entire day.