‘Humans show their true nature whenever they believe someone else is useless to them.’ Was something Luc believed. He had seen this within his family, who saw him as a ‘garbage human being’,

  They didn’t say this out loud, but Luc knew from how they spoke to him and treated him because he had no ability or wasn't a magic user. At least that’s what they thought.

  Luc did have an ability but from young he thought it was nothing special, even worthless, so he hid it. Now at an age of 24, he knew that had been the correct choice, but not because it was useless; it was because it was useful.

  Any box, wrapper or container that held a specific item could be refilled by him. He used it as a kid to have infinite candy. All went well until his sister threw the wrappers away, and he constantly lost his ticket to free candy. Fast-forward to the present, he only needs to buy things once as long as he keeps the box, wrapper or container, which was why his house was filled with ‘trash’.

  “Heh, a trash place, perfect for a trash human like me.” He said after contemplating cleaning up and decided against it due to laziness.

  Luc’s microwave had broken down 2 days ago. Normally an inconvenience for someone who mainly lived off junk food, but he still had the box the microwave came with. A simple activation of his ability and he had a new microwave of the same model as the one that broke down.

  He still had to deal with the broken microwave, but there were no expenses on his part.

  This was how he lived his life, especially with food, refilling the same wrappers and boxes to gain fresh food.

  It wasn't a way to live is what he knew was the case, but there was a reason for why he lived like this.

  His family was well known for being ability and magic users. Their silent disdain and bad treatment had made him cut ties to them. But what would happen if they discovered he possessed an ability that could make him wealthy quite easily?

  There were other possibilities as well, but Luc was more interested in living life on his own terms.

  His lifestyle was a perfect disguise, as it made him appear useless while still maximizing the use of his ability. Unfortunately for him, he needed to get a shitty job to truly sell this deception while being efficient.

  Luc got up, stretched his body and grabbed his backpack.

  “Another day at my garbage job… at least I get to keep some of the boxes and trash there.”

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  Luc kicked empty bottles to the side that were on the floor, made it to the door and sighed as he looked outside.

  It was dark, as the sun had yet to rise.

  “Even the sun isn’t up yet, and they expect me to wake before the sun?”

  Another sigh left his mouth as he opened the door and met the chilly fresh air. He got on his bicycle and left for the terrain of Trashformers, the recycling firm he worked for.

  An empty bottle appeared, and his ability refilled it.

  “Perfect, nothing beats a fresh sports drink, early in the morning!”

  The trip was monotone, and he had gone over this road many times before, so he hardly paid attention while drinking his peach flavored sports drink.

  It was early and almost nobody was outside. He never met anyone or any car on his way to work, but this day was different.

  Before he left the long street his small apartment was in, he noticed a man in his 50s with a strange cap with the letter ‘N’ on it, just watching him while nodding at him with a smile.

  Luc didn’t think much of it as this man appeared to be walking his dog.

  ‘The dog must have woken him up, and he decided to take it for a walk’ He thought to himself.

  His bottle was empty by the time he took a left turn going through the woods, and he refilled his bottle.

  He was taking a risky shortcut which reduced his traveling time by 10 minutes. He used to drive into small pits or take wrong turns when he first started working at Trashformers, but not anymore. It was just a 5-minute shortcut, a dark and dangerous shortcut.

  Something appeared in the corner of his eye, which wasn’t there when he turned his head.

  “Did I see a man with red glowing horns or am I going crazy?”

  Luc shook his head as encountering people on his way to work was extremely rare, and with glowing horns?

  Luc laughed within himself and sped up.

  The woods cleared, and he spotted the small, near empty terrain of Trashformers. It was quite small, as the owner had started it not long before Luc started working there.

  Trashformers did things a bit different from was the norm. At least that was what Luc heard, but he was unsure what the norm was.

  “Ahh, early as always, Luc! We have a location with a lot of plastic and paper. You have 3 hours to collect all the trash.

  The owner, Jack, handed Luc the keys of the trash van and an address.

  Jack whistled as he walked into a large container that had been repurposed as an office.

  ‘Making the best out of trash and transform it into something beautiful’ was the motto of Trashformers and Luc agreed. More or less.

  “Why can’t these people clean up their own trash and bring it here…” He complained as he got into the van. “The radio broke again….”

  Luc pulled his backpack toward him, pulled a masterly folded box out of it and unleashed his ability on it.

  The box returned to it’s intended shape as it got refilled with an old radio he had once bought. The radio got taken out and the box got refolded and returned to his bag.

  “Now let’s find out what sort of trash I have to deal with today!”