It connected to the underlying quantum layer of reality and would send out minor ripples to create changes. A document would get words rearranged just before a signing. Papers flew out windows. Or just a muscle cramp here and there to adjust things just right. There were some instances where it went even further and made adjustments to people along with situations. It wasn't powerful enough to take out the Endbringers and Zion, but I could do something about Eidolon.
Those Nazi fuckers won't even know what hit them.
Getting to work with a hum, I even remembered to give Eidolon a few head traumas, and the poor man couldn't get it up anymore.
Why would I do such a monstrous thing to another man… Fuck him that's why.
Wasted two of my fucking retcon shots trying to warp Scion out of reality, but turns out the bastard was far too powerful for my little device, and now I was staring at a slagged pile of melted scraps. Lucky for me, I was able to write a background and history for Tsunade Senju and make a few adjustments to myself and others.
Ohh, and Contessa was dead as a fucking doornail, I might not be able to fuck with the Endbringers, but I could sure as shit remove an obstacle from my path. Contessa had followed her damn path and went to go put a bullet in someone, but she caught a cramp walking up some stairs. This caused her body to lock up due to the pain, and she fell down the stairs. When she called out for a door on reflex, well things didn't work out for her. Sure, the door opened, and Contessa was dropped on a bed to brace her fall. Yet, no one was all-seeing, and she wasn't prepared to smash her head up against the headboard. Her neck snapped instantly and so was the final end of Contessa, scary hat lady.
The funny thing is that people would speculate about the effects of time travel calling it the butterfly effect. How one action such as flapping wings in the past could create typhoons. Well, fuck that, I was making waves, and already I could see the changes. For one, when I checked national news, Canary wasn't getting steamrolled in her court case.
Once I was finished with her, I had a backup bank account, and backup safe houses. I made sure that my entire existence was secured from all angles because once things kicked off, there was no stopping the escalation.
My good deed of the day was to bring Annette Hebert back from the grave. Her family still thinks she is dead, but this time instead of her death in that car crash. She was mistaken for someone else and is known at Brockton General as a Jane Doe, freshly awake from her coma two weeks ago. Too bad she has amnesia, which won't be fixed until the New Year. Or when a nice nurse gets her to Tsunade's clinic.
Tsunade was a medical prodigy from Kyushu and came to the city to work with Pan-Pan but didn't like how lazy the hospital was. So she spent part of her family's fortune purchasing the abandoned hospital in the docks. The locals knew that place as an old Teeth hideout. She still had more than a few million left in the bank to do the reconstruction, but it wouldn't come to that because I would be making sure to build little construction bots.
The PRT will get all pissy, but little do they know, I had snuck a loop-hole into that fucking abomination called the NEPEA-5. I had taken a look at that law throughout the day, and it made absolutely no fucking sense at all, so instead of trying to understand it. I just snuck in a loop-hole that allowed companies to hire contracted workers capable of providing a service that no one else has been able to perform over a three-year stretch in a local area. I also tossed in a few caveats allowing insurance coverage and other things to protect a person's identity if they just so happen to wear a mask. Coca-Cola already had a law like that on the books to protect their intellectual property, and contracted capes identities would be protected the same way under NEPEA-5.
Fuck the PRT and their monopoly on such bullshit, and with the retcon in play, other companies also agreed and helped to force my changes through.
All of my changes made to laws also theyjust so happened to pass by the skin of their teeth and haven't been challenged for years. So yes, without Contessa to peer over my shoulder, I was going to abuse the fuck out of the settings. Earth Bet was going to be saved whether it wanted to be or not; my life depended on it.
The clock struck 8, and I figured that now was a good time to get myself a bite to eat.
Meanwhile…..
Sitting in his office, Krieg listened to the person on the other line as he wrote down an address to a license plate number he had received earlier in the day. The location was a little outside of their territory, but it was a prime location because death in that house would open it up on the market for cheap.
Granted, he had no real care for the chink and her gorilla, but the area was more than worth it to send some new initiates to get bloodied. They would kill the gorilla after forcing him to watch as they raped the chink and Krieg would pick the house up six months later off the real estate market for one-fourth of its original value.
Picking his phone up off the desk, Krieg placed a call, "Hookwolf, gather some men, I have something for you."