[ WP ] Magic exists , but the nature of it is unique to the user , like a fingerprint .

'can we stop for food?' moaned Ghon from the backseat.'Ghon, i swear to god, i will reach back there and kill the fucking shit out of you' snarled Jerris, riding shotgun. Ghon laughed'I'd like to see you try, Jerry'. The nickname Ghon called him always got Jerris' nerves, but Jerris refrained,'I actually can not even be bothered, youre not even worth it'. True. I thought to myself, Ghon was practically immortal, simply because he could regenerate from any wound, a handy trait to possess in our line of work. But the side effect was that to keep up this unbreakable defence, he was always hungry, and had to consume copious amounts of food, often at the expense of the Ministry that funded us. 
 
 The conversation between my companions had always been savage and violent, to the extent they would often fight until they were exhausted, with no amount of intervention able to stop them once they began, you really did just have to let it take its course once that occurred. Anyone new to our dynamic would deduce that we'd been heaped together for our abilities of huge strength and versatility, but in truth, when shit hits the fan, there are no two people i'd rather have watching my back. 
 
'were almost here' I said. Partly because it was the truth, but mostly because if i had n't they would be at it each other in less than 30 seconds.'have to say Im keen to see what new recruits we have in the regiment' asked Jerris.'I wonder if they'll serve lasagna' chimed Ghon.'can you think of anything besides what can go in your fucking stomach?' said Jerris.'I once thought about opening my own restau-'.'dont answer the question Ghon' i said'anything more will set old ticker here off'. 
 See Jerris was what the ministry call a combustion-based Rogue, but anyone who knows anything, refer to them as bomb-men. and never has a bomb man not been short tempered, its both their biggest strength and their biggest weakness, i guess. 
 
 Turning into an alley, I turned the key to turn the car off. Us three piled out, with the car suspension finally being relieved with Ghons exit, returned to its original height. we entered through a metal door and into a vast expanse that does n't meet with regular architecture, as this space was much larger than what the outside should allow it to be. designed by Leorik Sundergaan, a man defined by the ministry as an architect, had built many of these creations with just his mind, many like him have been classified as architects, but his power stands above the rest, as he doesnt require raw materials or an original design to copy, he simply imagines it and it appears. nifty power, i thought. 
 
 The ministry had always attempted to group and label abilities to better identify them, but because of the slight difference in each individuals they often fit into multiple areas, which is an administrative nightmare for their seers. a fancy name they call their paper pushers. Because just as they define a power, it is not uncommon to have that power never reappear, so in the end, there was no point. The powers that have never reappeared are what we call god-tier, as they are often incredibly powerful or useful. There have been only 7 recorded, with only 1 currently still being active. It belonged to the man who was the head of the Ministry, a man called Reqrestrius John, an imposing man standing 7f 5, and with the incredible power to cancel, as in cancel anything he wanted, all he had to do was touch it, and it would vanish. with this power, he had ended all adversaries in their stance, and had brought peace to our world. But another power was quickly being considered as the 8th god-tier trait, the ability of complete mind, body and soul manipulation, and the one to possess this power, was yours truly. 
 
 With this power, I would take Johns position and rule this world. i thought to myself 
 
 

