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I Just Wanted One Skill, Not Them All! -Book I  \n[OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com)  \nCHAPTER 01  \nIt started with the kind of cold that crawls under your nails and refuses to leave. Snow came sideways, needling the skin, and the night tasted like metal and exhaust. He had been riding the late bus, the cheapest one, naturally, half-asleep, cheek against the window, when the driver braked too hard and the whole world lurched. Screams. The thunder of crumpling steel. Then silence that wasn’t silence at all, just the white hiss of winter wind squeezing through new seams in broken glass.  \nThe bus didn’t stop so much as hang. Half the chassis went over the edge of the overpass, and the floor tilted until everyone learned what gravity truly believed. Someone’s backpack slid past his boots and vanished into the dark. A phone followed, cartwheeling into the void with a bright screen and a happier life than his.  \n“…you’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, because sarcasm was free.  \nHe’d lived a quiet kind of failure. Not villainy. Not heroism. Just… spreadsheets that stole daylight, knuckles that never touched a canvas, and a mouth too polite to tell people where to shove their advice. He was supposed to be asleep in a gym, chalk and leather in his lungs, counting the rounds by the ache in his shoulders. Instead, he learned to count quarters and smile during performance reviews. He’d smiled the day they “misplaced” money and found it on his back, too. Losing your job is a cliff; discovering you were the scapegoat is the fall.  \nNow he was hanging from an actual cliff, give or take a guardrail. The driver swore. A kid cried. An old man clutched the bar like it could bargain with physics. The bus creaked again, deep, unhappy. He swallowed. Running wasn’t an option. Running had never really been an option for him, had it?  \n“Everyone, move to the back,” he said. Loud. Clear. He didn’t even recognize the voice as his.  \nA woman stared, wide-eyed.“Is it going to,”  \n“Maybe. Let’s not be sitting in the front row when it decides.”He wedged his shoulder against a seat and helped her crawl“uphill.” A teenager in a varsity jacket passed a toddler like they were handing off a priceless relic, which, to be fair, they were. He moved, pushed, lifted. The old rhythm came back in ugly, useful ways, the short power of hips, the brace through the core, breath where it needed to be. It wasn’t a ring, but it felt like one: no audience, no judges, just a clock you couldn’t see and a problem trying to knock you down.  \nHe found the old man last. Still welded to the bar, knuckles bonewhite.“Sir,” he said, gentle and urgent at the same time.“We’re going. With or without that thing.”  \n“I can’t,” the old man whispered, and his teeth chattered so hard the words shook apart.“My leg,”  \n“Copy that.” He pried the fingers free, one, two, three, four, five, each a small betrayal of fear. The bus moaned. A bolt pinged somewhere beyond the windshield, sharp as a bell. He hooked theman under the arms.“We’re leaving,” he said.“I never liked this seat anyway.”  \nThe emergency door at the back had been punched open by two students with more courage than sense. The wind knifed through. He shoved the old man toward the outstretched hands. They took him, dragged him, voices rising with that particular relief that sounds like laughter and sobbing at the same time.  \nThe bus shifted again. A long, tired sound. He turned to go, and his eyes snagged on the driver, still in his chair, belt jammed, blood thinly painting his temple. The man’s lips moved around a prayer or a curse. Maybe both.  \nYou could leave, he told himself. You did enough. For once in your life, take the small win.  \nHe moved toward the driver instead. Some habits are a kind of gravity.  \n“Hey,” he said, fingers slipping on the belt latch, finding purchase, yanking.“Field trip’s over.”  \nThe driver blinked.“Is everyone,”  \n“Working on it.” The latch snapped loose. He hauled the man up. 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