After gaining superpowers, Bruce's life became increasingly smooth.
There were no more nagging complaints from his girlfriend, no more traffic jams on the road, and he even built good relationships with female colleagues at work.
As for his job, as an outdoor reporter, Bruce would "accidentally" encounter major news headlines every time he went out on assignment.
For example, interviewing on the street would lead to a major bank robbery, exploring the suburbs would lead to a meteor fall, and even if he did nothing, serial traffic accidents would appear in the background.
These continuous "coincidences" turned him into the chosen "God of News."
Meanwhile, Evan, who remained in his host position, continued to have live broadcast accidents for the next few days.
Of course, subsequent live broadcast accidents no longer boosted the TV station's news ratings; the audience seemed to have grown tired of Evan always "stirring things up" during the news.
Under these circumstances, the live director also lost patience with Evan and decided to replace him.
Then, the director noticed Bruce, who had been performing exceptionally well recently.
Before leaving work that day, Bruce finally received the good news he had wished for from his leader:
He would be taking over Evan's host job next week.
"Bruce, you must have received the good news, right? How do you plan to thank me?" At the company entrance, Lisa smiled and called out to Bruce, who was about to leave after work.
The girl had indeed given Bruce a push when the live director was re-selecting a male host.
Bruce reacted quickly, smiling and saying, "How about I buy you a drink, like you did for me last time?"
"Just drinking isn't enough," Lisa shook her head and said ambiguously, "To celebrate you becoming a host, how about I invite you to my place for dinner? Just the two of us..."
As the woman spoke, her seductive red lips and the small gestures she made while tidying her hair made Bruce feel parched.
Just as he was getting aroused and about to accept the woman's invitation, he suddenly felt an intense pain in his brain, accompanied by a dense, chaotic chorus of prayers in his ears.
In a daze, the woman's voice across from him gradually became irritating.
"Bruce, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Lisa noticed the man's face was off and quickly stepped forward to support him.
"I, what's wrong with me..." After a while, Bruce still felt very uncomfortable in his head, and his ears were filled with auditory hallucinations.
This made him a little panicked.
"You're sweating a lot, and your face looks terrible. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Lisa asked with concern.
"No, no need..." With a buffer of time, Bruce also had a guess: his current condition was likely related to the old man who had given him powers.
"I'll be fine after I go back and rest. We can reschedule the celebration," Bruce, having found the core of the problem, no longer had the mind to flirt with Lisa.
Now, he just wanted to quickly see that mysterious old man and ask him what was wrong with him.
...
"Are you sure he can do Angel One's job well?" Outside the Buffalo Town local TV station building, Mike stood beside a beggar, watching Bruce leave before asking the beggar beside him.
Yes, after a few days, Mike had come to find Angel One again to demand an explanation.
In the past few days, Bruce had stirred up a lot of big news, and the MIB had been tirelessly cleaning up his messes.
Agent O had no choice but to put pressure on Mike.
And Mike, as expected, went to Angel One, the guarantor.
"He just hasn't understood his true nature yet; we need to give him more time..." Angel One, holding a tattered sign, smiled and said, "Besides, there have been no casualties these past few days, haven't there?"
It must be said that although Bruce had become arrogant, he still maintained his bottom line as a human being; he had not harmed the innocent when creating big news.
Angel One might have valued this point about him.
"Just tell me, how long will this situation continue?" Mike was not in the mood to play guessing games with Angel One and directly asked the question that MIB Headquarters was concerned about.
"Today is the fourth day. Bruce has three more days," Angel One replied after a moment of stunned.
"Alright, then I'll wait three more days." Mike, having received a definite time, had already completed his task.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and complain, "Also, can you change this beggar image of yours? It really affects the city's appearance."
The beggar that Angel One had transformed into was covered in grease, his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in years, and his clothes were tattered and an eyesore.
Although he knew that the other party couldn't possibly smell bad, this appearance was still too terrible.
It could only be attributed to the other party's personal bad taste.
"Appearance is just a facade; you will understand one day..." Angel One explained with a chuckle, already treating Mike as an existence on the same level.
"I don't believe a word of it," Mike touched his handsome face and turned to leave.
Watching Mike leave, Angel One dropped his smile, shook his head, and then vanished into the street corner.
At the same time, Bruce, who had returned home and was sitting on the sofa, was mentally calling out to Angel One.
Then, in a flash, a scruffy old beggar appeared on the sofa opposite him.
Looking at the old man's dirty appearance, Bruce had a hesitant expression.
"Are you asking me what's going on with the voices in your head?" Angel One spoke with a smile.
He was waiting for this moment to make Bruce understand his "duty."
However, Bruce nodded, then shook his head, and said, "I'm worried about my sofa. You know, you look very different from when I last saw you..."
The first time Bruce saw Angel One, he was disguised as a cleaner, and although his image wasn't great, it certainly wasn't as scruffy as it was now.
It made one worry if he had fleas.
"Is my new image that bad?" Angel One originally wanted to lighten the mood, but then he saw Bruce nod seriously.
"Never mind, you all don't understand—" Angel One stopped talking, snapped his fingers, and transformed himself into a sharp-looking old man in a well-fitting white suit with neat hair.
"Alright, let's continue our previous topic. What do you need me for?" Angel One said, "I can feel you calling me in your heart."
"I've been hearing a lot of auditory hallucinations in my head. What's going on? Also, can you help me get rid of those voices? They're making it impossible for me to live normally..." Seeing the old man change into a more pleasing appearance, Bruce opened up.
He poured out all his doubts and needs.
"Those aren't auditory hallucinations, but the prayers of believers. You have the power of God, so naturally, you must take over his work," Angel One replied.
"Prayers of believers? How can I make them stop?" Bruce, dizzy from the noise, desperately needed quiet.
"I can't do anything about that either. Unless you respond to each believer's prayer and satisfy them all, the prayers won't stop," Angel One pointed out the way for Bruce.
"Is that the only way?" Bruce continued to ask.
He had just roughly distinguished the information in his mind: some wanted to win the lottery and become the richest person, some wanted to meet beautiful girls and be surrounded by beauties, and some wanted to hold great power and become president...
These were all unreliable wishes.
"That's the only way!" Faced with Bruce's question, Angel One gave a definite answer, and then he continued, "Remember, do not let ordinary people know you have superpowers, and your abilities cannot change the will of human beings themselves."
"Finally, you have three days left..."
As the voice faded, Angel One's figure disappeared from the sofa.
"What happens in three days? You need to be clear!" Bruce, who was warned without understanding why, rushed to the window and shouted out his question.
Unfortunately, no one gave him an answer; Angel One had already left.