⚒️**Version 1: The Proper English edition/The Polished cut for smoother read**

“I might have to call Expert Almighty Xenon.”

That’s usually how the whole thing starts.

Not because I’m some superhero or detective or whatever the hell people imagine. Nah. Truth is I’m a pretty chill lad. I be minding my own business most of the time, eating snacks, strolling around, existing peacefully like a normal human being.

But somehow… whenever some shady shit starts floating around, my name pops up.

Someone lies a little too confidently.
Someone forgets what they said five minutes ago.
Some genius thinks nobody noticed the obvious.

Then somebody goes, ***“hold up… we might have to call Expert Almighty Xenon.”***

And I’m like bro… why me again.

But fine.

I pull up. Not with a badge or sirens or any dramatic bullshit. Just me, sitting there like: “aight… run that story again.”

And that’s when it starts falling apart.

Because here’s the thing about people doing dumb shit THEY NEVER KEEP THE DETAILS STRAIGHT. One guy says one thing, another guy says something completely different and suddenly I’m just sitting there connecting the dots like a bored dude with too much curiosity.

Next thing you know:

“Wait, didn’t you say the opposite yesterday?”
“Hold on, what about that screenshot?”
“Why the hell does the timestamp say something else?”

Now the room goes quiet.

Because the same chill lad they thought was just vibing in the corner just dragged their whole story under a bright ass spotlight.

And suddenly ***I’m*** the problem.

Now certain people got beef with me for some reason. Like bro relax. I didn’t invent the crime. I just pointed at it and said “yo that shit right there.”

Half the time I wasn’t even looking for it. I just happened to notice because the nonsense was sitting there in plain sight.

So yeah.

Most days I’m calm. Cool. Just another dude chilling.

But whenever things start smelling funny…

somebody somewhere sighs and goes,

“Man, we might have to call **Expert Almighty Xenon**.”

And I show up like
“alrigh, which one of you dumbass is about to get fact checked today?”


💽 **Version 2: The Farzeen English edition/His Brain Talking**

“I might have to call Expert Almighty Xenon.”

That how it usually start.

Not because I some superhero detective guy or whatever nonsense people imagine. Nah nah. Truth is I just chill lad. I mind my business, eat snack, stroll around, doing absolutely nothing important like normal human.

But somehow… whenever some shady shit start floating around, my name suddenly appear.

One guy talk too confident.
Another guy forget what the hell he say five minute ago.
Some genius think nobody notice obvious bullshit.

Then somebody go like, ***“hold up, we might have to call Expert Almighty Xenon.”***

And I be like bro… why always me.

But alright.

I show up. No badge, no siren, none of that dramatic movie shit. Just me sitting there like: “okay, say story again.”

Then everything start breaking apart.

Because people doing dumb shit never keep story straight. One say one thing, other say completely different thing and now I just sitting there connecting dots like bored guy with too much curiosity.

Next thing you know

“Wait, yesterday you say opposite no?”
“Hold on, what about that screenshot?”
“Why timestamp saying whole different shit?”

Now suddenly room go quiet.

Because the same chill lad they think just vibing in corner just drag whole story under big bright spotlight.

And now ***I’m*** the problem.

Some people got beef with me now. Like bro relax. I not invent crime. I just point at it like “yo that shit right there.”

Half the time I not even looking for it. The nonsense just sitting there in open like idiot waiting to be noticed.

So yeah.

Most day I calm. Cool. Just another guy chilling.

But whenever things start smelling funny…

somebody somewhere sigh and say,

“Man, we might have to call **Expert Almighty Xenon**.”

Then I show up like

“alright, which one of you idiots about to get fact checked today?”

How I Accidentally Became Expert Almighty Xenon