I Have An Infinite Number Of Abilities.

The next day, all of the governments around the world came together in an unexpected and unified announcement that left the public stunned. In exactly seven days, every screen—whether on a phone, tablet, television, or even massive billboards—would be taken over by a mysterious being known only as Sinbad. During this worldwide broadcast, he would summon individuals from across the globe to answer for their sins.

Yes, Sinbad was going to shake the world to its core… through a stream.

Along with the announcement, the world was given full access to Sinbad's past, revealing who he was before becoming Sinbad. The details were raw and unfiltered. Sinbad made no effort to keep anything hidden—he simply didn't care. To those curious for more, they were invited to watch the stream early. After all, Sinbad wasn't planning on going dark; he would be live twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, with no end in sight.

In a part of Earth that wouldn't be named—for reasons better left unsaid—many tuned in to watch Sinbad's stream. The screen displayed him walking through a barren, sun-scorched land, the camera catching every detail of the dry, cracked ground beneath his feet. 

Around him, a crowded street buzzed with activity as countless people moved about, yet strangely, not a single soul seemed to notice him. Despite his otherworldly presence and the aura that clung to him like heat off pavement, he walked among them like any ordinary passerby.

Sinbad's gaze drifted from face to face, his eyes eventually settling on the sight of the suffering that lined the streets. Dozens of homeless individuals sat on the ground, weak and weary, holding out their hands for food or a drop of water. Here, water wasn't just scarce—it was life itself. While those in America might struggle to imagine such a reality, this was the harsh truth for many across the world. In places like this, even water was a luxury too few could afford.

Sinbad ignored the pleas of the homeless, his attention instead drawn to a woman making her way into a narrow alley. Her steps were shaky, and her eyes darted around, filled with fear. A group of men followed close behind her, their intentions clear. She glanced around desperately, silently begging for someone—anyone—to intervene. 

But although passersby noticed her distress, they quickly looked away. In this place, scenes like this were tragically common. Rape wasn't just overlooked—it was expected, whether committed by strangers, law enforcers, or even one's own family. It had become the norm.

Sinbad watched quietly for a moment, his expression unreadable, then began walking after them.

Those watching his stream saw the events unfold in real-time. The group of men cornered the woman, tearing at her clothing as her screams echoed down the alley. The horror of the moment was gut-wrenching—like she wasn't even human to them, just an object to satisfy their twisted urges.

But just as they prepared to violate her, lowering their pants without a trace of hesitation, her body suddenly burst apart, transforming into trillions of bullet ants that surged forward, swarming the attackers without mercy.

The scene that followed was even more horrifying. The swarm of bullet ants poured into every possible opening—ears, mouths, noses, even the more unspeakable ones. No hole was spared. They crawled inside, relentless, their stingers plunging again and again as if there were no end to their fury.

"Bullet ants have the world's most painful sting, thanks to Poneratoxin, a venom designed to cause unbearable pain," Sinbad said calmly. His voice was soft, almost casual, yet it cut through the air like a blade, somehow louder and clearer than the blood-curdling screams that echoed through the alley. The cries sounded as if they came from souls being tortured in the deepest pits of hell.

Standing beside Sinbad, perfectly unharmed, was the woman who had nearly been violated. Not a single speck of dust marked her clothes. She looked around in silent shock, struggling to understand what had just happened.

"It prevents nerves from turning off properly, causing them to fire continuously—your brain interprets that as intense, burning, throbbing pain. But as you've no doubt noticed, what you're feeling is far worse," Sinbad said, his voice light as he slowly walked toward them, not a hint of mercy in his eyes.

"That's because, in addition to the physical agony, your sins are acting as an eternal fuel source, feeding the pain, amplifying it without limit. There is no ceiling to it. No end." His footsteps echoed as he passed their writhing forms, unmoved by their screams that clawed at the very walls.

"I've ensured your bodies won't shut down. For the next month, you'll remain alive. No madness to offer escape. No sleep to dull your senses. Only pain—ever growing, never stopping." With that, Sinbad passed his judgment, and without a backward glance, turned and walked away.

He spared a glance at the horrified woman, still frozen in disbelief, but said nothing. Instead, his gaze shifted to the floating phone beside him, quietly recording every moment.

"I have zero mercy for anyone with power who abuses it. I'm not God—I won't care about your upbringing, your trauma, or your excuses. There is no mercy in me," Sinbad said calmly, his voice firm yet composed as he turned away, resuming his walk without hesitation.

The chat under his live stream lit up with reactions, a mix of shock, confusion, and judgment flooding the feed.

[Cantread8943]: How is this allowed on Twitch? I'm pretty sure this breaks their policy or something, right?

[Mommybesttoy923]: I get what he's trying to do, but that's cruel. There's got to be a better way than answering a wrong with a greater wrong.

[Griffithbiggestfan]: Are we just gonna ignore that this man's out here doing Naruto-type bug jutsu?

[TheGreatSage6009]: This brings up the questions, are people who are born in places where doing what we see as wrong… I mean, how do you judge someone who grew up thinking their wrongdoing is right?

Many viewers had a lot to say, their opinions filling the chat box by the second, but Sinbad didn't waste his time reading any of it. He wasn't here for validation or debate. Instead, he continued walking with steady steps, focused entirely on the task he'd set for himself.

What was he doing? It was simple: he wanted to witness firsthand a world so deeply corrupt, so hollowed out by injustice, that it could only be called lawless.

He had plans. In a few years, he would return here to see if his actions left any real impact, if fear alone could create change where empathy and justice had failed. But for now, there were still nations to visit—places like Somalia, a country not called lawless without reason. Sinbad intended to see it all for himself.

Sinbad made his way out of the city. Of course, more crimes—no, they couldn't even be called crimes—continued around him. Not here. In this place, where the laws bent to favor the wicked, such acts had become so normalized that they were practically legal. And so, many continued to commit sins freely as he walked away. But Sinbad wasn't finished. For those sinners, he would return. The wrath of justice was simply delayed, not denied.

His next destination was far more dangerous—a land sealed off completely from the rest of the world. So isolated, in fact, that news of its very existence was kept hidden from the global public. Why? For everyone's protection. This forbidden land carried a deadly illness, one that showed no mercy. It killed not only humans, but also animals and even the plants that once blanketed its surface.

It was a perfect day—clear skies, not too hot or cold. The kind of day that should've felt peaceful. Yet the land Sinbad walked was anything but. The ground beneath him was cracked and dry, as lifeless as a desert. No plants survived out here, not even weeds. As far as the eye could see, the world was barren, and the only water in sight was so polluted it had turned murky, slick with filth.

"Why do the rich seem to lose all sense of humanity? Does being rich mean seeing everything else as tools to gain more money?" Sinbad asked quietly, his voice carrying in the dead air. His steps slowed as he came across a chilling sight—skeletal remains of a child, its tiny frame surrounded by the protective embrace of several adults. Their bodies were curled around it, frozen in a final, desperate attempt to shield it from the cruel fate they all met.

"To create waste and throw it at those defenseless… then pay billions just to cover it up," Sinbad said lightly, his expression unreadable as he stood over the remains. "Why does the rest of the world know such things are happening, and yet do nothing? To cause an illness that kills thousands, and still continue dumping waste like nothing's wrong…"

He turned and walked on, his gaze scanning the destruction that stretched endlessly across the ruined land. His steps were slow, thoughtful, as if each one sank deeper into the weight of the scene around him.

"Humans with too much power become evil," Sinbad said calmly. "Because that much power leaves them fearless… and without fear, they lose restraint. Fearlessness leads to the abuse of free will."

[Yourmom6969: NGL, I see where he is coming from.]

[GojoxSarah: I do too, but it doesn't mean torture the hell out of people. That's too extreme.]

[Johnjohn111: Naw, those guys who are 'suffering' are just weak. Some people need to grow up and stop blaming people.]

[Hubwatcher24/7: Are we ignoring the fact that the phone is recording 360 degrees and seems to be floating?]

The comments came in steadily, a wave of mixed reactions and disbelief. But Sinbad, as always, paid them no mind. His focus remained fixed on what lay ahead.

He continued walking, only to pause as his eyes landed on a distant sight—a little girl, collapsed on the sun-baked dirt, her body barely able to move. Even from far away, it was clear she was too weak to stand, too fragile to call out for help. Her stomach was distended, not from weight but from Kwashiorkor, the cruel mark of severe malnutrition. Her limbs were painfully thin, looking as if the muscle had been stripped away entirely, leaving behind only skin stretched over brittle bone.

What was Kwashiorkor? Kwashiorkor is a severe form of malnutrition, most often seen in children, caused by an extreme deficiency of protein in the diet. It causes the body to retain fluid, which leads to swelling, particularly in the stomach. This gives the false impression of being fat, but in truth, it's not fat at all. It's the body breaking down from within, the swelling a signal of things falling apart.

"…" Sinbad sat down in silence, his gaze fixed on the frail little girl who could barely crawl. Around her, vultures circled, closing in like shadows cast by death itself. They waited patiently, knowing the end would come soon. But what were they hoping to eat? Her body held no nourishment, no flesh to satisfy their hunger. She was all bones and skin, emptied by starvation, yet still clinging to life.

"I'm disgusted to call myself a human. Humans are nothing more than a race that can't help themselves but do evil… but it's okay, keep doing your evil—I will answer your evil with a greater evil," Sinbad said coldly, his voice carrying like a whisper and a roar at once.

In that moment, he appeared before the little girl. The vultures scattered into the sky with startled cries, their wings flapping in frantic retreat.

The girl slowly raised her head, her movement weak and fragile like the last flicker of a dying flame. Her wide, sunken eyes followed the figure standing in front of her. She paused, her gaze catching on his legs. They were strong, clean, and unlike the people she'd seen here before.

But then, recognition flickered in her dim eyes. It was one of the white men—the ones who always watched from a distance. The ones who never dared get too close.

Her sky blue eyes landed on the white man's outstretched hand. She stared for a moment, confused, unsure if it was real. But before she even knew what she was doing—or where the strength came from-her frail fingers moved. Slowly, shakily, she reached out and took the white man's hand.

The moment their skin touched, a warmth rushed through her tiny body. It was like sunlight pouring into her bones, a wave of energy that spread from her fingertips to the very depths of her being.

Her stomach, once swollen with fluid, shrank down. The frail, stick-like limbs that barely held her up began to fill out. The muscle returned. Her thin, dry skin regained color and softness. And then, clothes—simple, clean garments—appeared, wrapping gently around her once-naked form.

[GojoxSarah: OMG, I love her eyes.]

[Superspystar: Her eyes are not important, don't ignore the fact that he just healed her or something. This has to be fake.]

[Feetlovermaster: Wow, he has the power to do this, would he also remove all illnesses?]

Again, Sinbad ignored the comments, letting the endless stream of reactions fade into the background. He slowly lowered himself down onto one knee, letting his towering presence become smaller, less overwhelming.

For a moment, he simply looked into the girl's beautiful blue eyes. There was something innocent in them, something untouched by the cruelty of the world around her. Despite everything she had been through, those eyes still held a spark. A soft light that hadn't yet truly learned of the cruelty of the world..

"You're about the same age as my daughter. What's your name?" Sinbad asked with a gentle smile, his voice calm and friendly.

The little girl looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion. She didn't understand the language he spoke—at least, not in the way one would normally understand. The words themselves were foreign, but somehow, their meaning echoed clearly in her mind, as if something greater than language was guiding her comprehension.

"I-I'm Layali Zahra," she said nervously, her voice soft and uncertain. Her heart raced as confusion, unease, and a quiet fear of the unknown all mixed together as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

"I was once known as Cale, but now I go by Sinbad. It's nice to meet you, Layali," Sinbad said softly, reaching forward to gently tap her forehead. Instantly, the layers of dirt and dust clinging to her body scattered into the air, vanishing as if swept away by an invisible breeze, revealing the beautiful caramel tone of her skin beneath.

"Let's go," he added, rising to his feet.

Layali stood frozen for a moment, her mind struggling to catch up. But then, without even thinking, she hurried to his side. Her expression was uncertain, her steps hesitant, yet there was something about Sinbad that made her feel safe. Despite the confusion swirling in her heart, her feet kept moving. And then—tentatively, almost shyly—she reached out and took his hand, walking beside him with quiet trust.

So, the world watched as Sinbad and Layali traveled, their every step cleansing the land. In every corner of that forbidden region they entered, the sickness that plagued both people and soil vanished. The toxic air turned fresh, and the poisoned waters ran clear once more. What was once a land of decay slowly transformed into a place where life could bloom again.

Layali walked beside Sinbad with wide, bright eyes, marveling at each miracle. She was overjoyed to see the few remaining survivors regaining their strength, their hollowed faces now filled with color and hope. Many fell to their knees in tears, overwhelmed, offering prayers and thanks to whatever god they believed had finally answered them.

But when the sun set, and the final village was restored, a choice stood before Layali—remain with her people, or follow Sinbad into the unknown. Yet before the decision could fully settle in her heart, Sinbad turned and left.

Layali, in the end, ran after Sinbad, her small feet kicking up dust as she reached out to him. Without hesitation, she took his hand, gripping it tightly as if afraid he might disappear. She looked up at him, searching his expression with wide, uncertain eyes, hoping to understand if he was truly okay with her choice.

Sinbad glanced down at her, and after a short pause, a gentle smile touched his lips. Without a word, he turned forward and began walking, still holding her hand as they moved into the distance together.

So time passed…

[Ding* It's a new day, and the host has gained 100 million new abilities/skills.]

[The Walker]: You're unmatched in walking. Your walking speed is ten times faster than normal; however, each step drains energy at ten times the rate compared to running.

[Cool Down Skip]: This skill allows the user to skip the cooldown of one ability per day. In exchange, the skipped skill will have its cooldown extended tenfold after the use.

[Gender Eyes]: Grants the ability to instantly see the gender of anyone within line of sight. However, with each use, the user gradually loses their own gender.