The tramp looks up at you with pleading eyes, blocking your path on the busy sidewalk. Your jaw tightens—you don't tolerate obstacles. With a rough hand, you grab his collar and yank him to his feet, your fingers digging into the threadbare fabric. "Get out of my way," you growl, your voice low and dangerous.

The man doesn't cower like you expect. Instead, he meets your gaze with an intensity that sends a jolt through your body. "You want power, Li Peien? Take it." His hand wraps around your wrist, his touch burning like fire against your skin.

Something primal awakens inside you—a hunger you've never felt before. You don't ask questions. You tighten your grip on him, fingers bruising his arm as you lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. "I don't take scraps, old man. I take everything." Your other hand grabs his throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind him exactly who's in control.

Energy explodes between you, flowing into you like liquid heat. You feel it in your veins, in your bones—power, raw and untamed. Without thinking, you release him and focus that energy outward. The tramp's ragged clothes tear away, replaced by expensive fabrics as his posture straightens. Wealth and confidence wash over him like a wave.

You step back, flexing your hands as the power continues to surge through you. This isn't a gift. This is yours by right. The man nods once, a knowing look in his eyes, before walking away—no longer a tramp, but a reflection of exactly what you've just claimed.

You smirk, rolling your shoulders as you feel the world respond to your will. "Finally," you murmur, "something worth taking."