Chapter 1: X-Ray Vision
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Updated : Feb 18th, 2024
Daven Walker crouched by a small vendor stall in the park near the high-speed rail station.
He was closely inspecting a piece of amber in his hand. The amber was flat, about the size of a peanut, with a light yellow hue. A tiny golden insect was encased inside the amber. It was the size of a soybean, which sparkled in the sunlight.
The middle-aged vendor's eyes glinted slyly as he chuckled, "Kid, one thousand bucks, and it's yours. This is real amber. It goes for hundreds per gram on the market!"
Daven smirked, "Come on, real amber going for a few hundred? Who are you trying to fool? I'll pay you a hundred bucks, take it or leave it."
Daven's confident bargaining made the vendor hesitate. He rolled his eyes, seemingly weighing his options, but before he could respond, Daven abruptly stood up, ready to leave.
"Fine, a hundred it is! I'll take a loss for you," the vendor quickly relented. He had bought the amber for only ten bucks and was thrilled to sell it for ten times the price.
Seeing the vendor agree so easily, Daven realized he might have been able to lower the price even further. But it was too late. He handed over a hundred bucks, picked up the fake amber, and headed toward a nearby fast-food restaurant.
It was almost lunchtime. The train meals were overpriced and tasted awful, so he opted to eat outside instead.
Daven was twenty, working since he graduated high school.
He planned to visit his girlfriend, Melissa Zimmerman, in Javadoria. The amber he bought was a gift for her.
Melissa was his high school sweetheart and is currently a college sophomore. She came from a remote village where her family favored sons over daughters and didn't want to support her education. Daven had been covering her tuition and living expenses for the past two years.
Recently, his parents pressured him to settle down and even insisted on meeting Melissa. Left with no choice, he decided to visit Javadoria to discuss it with her.
After finding a seat, he ordered a bowl of beef spaghetti and quickly finished it. With nothing better to do, he started examining the amber again.
Just then, the door opened. An exceptionally beautiful woman walked in. She had short hair, wore a crisp white business suit and red heels, and exuded elegance and confidence.
Her bright eyes, delicately arched brows, light makeup, and fair, smooth skin made her the epitome of Daven's ideal beauty.
Fiddling with the amber, Daven couldn't help but steal a few glances at her.
The restaurant was packed, so the woman sat across from him at his table. She gave him a slight smile and a nod as she sat down.
Caught off guard, Daven quickly nodded back, seizing the chance to admire her up close. Although she was right before him, he tried to keep his gaze subtle, only glancing occasionally while pretending to check his phone.
The sight of her left him a bit flustered. He thought she was gorgeous. If he could be her boyfriend, he had no regrets.
The woman set down her belongings, ordered a juice, and wore noise-canceling headphones. She then leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes to rest.
Seeing her eyes shut, Daven took the opportunity to admire her even more freely, his eyes moving over her from head to toe. A hint of expensive perfume drifted over, and he took a deep breath, savoring the scent.
Encountering such a stunning woman was too much for him. He kept staring, getting lost in his imagination. He suddenly felt an itch in his nose, a trickle of nose blood dripped onto the amber.
"Damn it!"
Daven jolted, quickly pulling out a tissue to stop the bleeding. He didn't notice that as his blood touched the amber, it was somehow absorbed by the tiny insect inside.
Seconds later, the insect transformed into a streak of golden light and shot straight into his right eye.
Daven let out a muffled groan, instinctively covering his eye, forgetting about the tissue still pressed to his nose.
His right eye began to feel sore and a bit itchy. Soon, a cool sensation spread from his right eye to his left, making both eyes feel slightly irritated.
"What the heck?" Daven was startled, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
After a few rubs, the itchiness faded. When he looked up, his vision sharpened, becoming clearer than ever before.
"Huh? Did my nearsightedness just disappear?" He blinked and rubbed his eyes again to be sure.
He had been nearsighted since high school, so things had always looked blurry. But now, everything was crystal clear. He could even see tiny dust particles floating several meters away.
"What's going on?" he murmured. A mix of surprise and curiosity bubbled up inside him.
Wiping away the last traces of his nosebleed, he glanced at the amber again and couldn't help but gasp.
"Where did the bug go?" His eyes widened. The tiny golden insect inside the amber had vanished, leaving only a faint trace.
It seemed that the flash of light had come from the amber itself. Had the insect somehow come alive and flown into his eye?
"No way… Could this amber be real? Even if it is, there's no way something inside for millions of years could still be alive." he muttered.
He then felt a pang of regret. The amber was meant as a gift for Melissa, and now the insect was gone. The hundred bucks he spent might have been thrown down the drain.
As he thought about it, he glanced at the beautiful woman sitting across from him, who thankfully hadn't noticed his nosebleed incident. He sighed in relief.
As he continued looking, a faint blue glow flickered in his eyes. Suddenly, his vision pierced through the woman to an incredible view.
"Oh shit!"
He cursed, quickly grabbing a tissue as his nose started bleeding again. His heart pounded, and his expression shifted to one of utter disbelief.
"No way! Could I have x-ray vision?"
He turned away and then looked back at the woman. At first, nothing unusual happened, but after a few moments, the stunning image reappeared.
He froze, staring in awe. The woman opened her eyes, catching his gaze. Daven jumped, quickly turning his head to the side.
She took off her headphones and smiled, clearly accustomed to the attention. She asked, "Is there something I can help you with?"
With a quick, sweeping glance, she noted Daven's thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and sturdy six-foot frame—though his clothes were modest and clearly from a street market.
Daven flushed, stammering, "Uh… um, I was just wondering if you wanted a cherry? They're really good."
In his nervousness, he blurted out the first excuse he could think of. He had packed a jar of honey-sweet cherries from his hometown, much tastier than any imported ones.
She chuckled. "Sure, thank you."
Daven groaned inwardly. He was giving an excuse. He never expected the woman to agree with him.
Reluctantly, he pulled a glass jar from his bag. Inside were about a kilogram of large cherries, bright and tempting. The cherries were rare. He had picked them himself. The cherries cost over fifty bucks per kilogram.
Opening the jar, he pushed it toward the woman, forcing a generous smile.
The woman picked one up and took a bite. Her eyes lit up as she nodded appreciatively. "These are delicious! So sweet."
The cherries were good of course. Daven thought bitterly. They were damn expensive.
He chuckled dryly. "They're honey cherries. Feel free to have as many as you like."
"Thanks!" she replied cheerfully, lifting the whole jar and munching away happily.
He watched in despair as the cherries dwindled one by one, silently lamenting the loss of another fifty bucks.
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