I was hauling bricks at a construction site.
Four groups of people showed up at my shack, each holding a DNA report.
One group claimed I was the only son of a missing tycoon, with a trillion-dollar fortune waiting for me to inherit.
Another said I carried the blood of an ancient emperor and should return to lead a reclusive clan.
The last group looked at the report, then at me, and suddenly dropped to their knees as one, shouting, “Welcome back, Ancestor!”
I looked at the calluses on my hands from hauling bricks, then at the stack of reports on the table claiming I was “not human.”
Come on, everyone...
We agreed I was just unusually strong. How did I end up being your ancestor?
I like this kind of first-person perspective work, which is quite rare.