“You earned this,” Faris said. “But trophies don’t tell the whole story. Welcome to the top, Azlan. Let me give you some advice about this world you’ve stepped into.” Faris’s tone darkened as he spoke: “Boxing is a beautiful sport, but it’s also a business,” Faris said. “Promoters, sponsors, even fans—they all want a piece of you. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up a product, not a person. They’ll push you into fights you’re not ready for, all for the sake of profit.” “Every punch you take leaves a mark, even if you don’t feel it now,” he continued. “I’ve seen fighters—great ones—end up broken because they didn’t know when to stop. Don’t let ambition blind you to what’s really at stake: your health, your future.” “And then there’s the moral side,” Faris added, his voice heavy. “You’ll face temptations—match-fixing, shady deals, shortcuts to fame. Stay true to yourself, Azlan, or this sport will chew you up and spit you out.” Azlan nodded, the weight of Faris’s words settling ov

“New Mission Unlocked: Confront the Past.”His hands trembled as he stared at the file. Anger bubbled within him, but so did something else—fear.“This is it,” he muttered, closing the folder. “But why does it feel... wrong?”---The hooded figure appeared in the shadows of the yard that night, their presence as unnerving as ever.“You found it,” they said, their voice steady but sharp.“I’ll make him pay,” Shadows growled, clenching the folder.The figure stepped closer, their tone low. “And then what? Will it bring your parents back? Will it stop the nightmares?”Shadows hesitated.“I know what you’re feeling,” the figure continued. “I was like you once. Consumed by revenge. I used the System without care, thinking it would give me justice. Instead, it took everything from me—my humanity, my purpose, my soul.”Shadows glared at them. “Then why did it choose me?”“Because it’s not just a tool,” the figure said. “It’s a test. The System judges who you are. It can make you stronger, bu

Isa bit his lip, the weight of Stacy’s words lingering in his mind. Whatever the announcement was, he had a bad feeling it would lead to more chaos—and potentially more chances for him and Azlan to mess up.“Great,” Isa muttered. “As if our lives weren’t complicated enough.”Azlan clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the club.”The two walked off, the gym’s fluorescent lights flickering behind them, as the System’s faint hum lingered in Isa’s ears. Next day,The announcement echoed through the school’s loudspeakers, stirring a mix of excitement and dread among the students. “Nominations for student council vice president are

SYSTEM ACTIVE“Mission: Secure victory in the inter-school boxing championship. Bonus reward: +5 Strength if you maintain dominance in all rounds.”Azlan smirked. “Dominance, huh? Let’s give them a show.” As the bell rang for the first match, Azlan activated his System. His body surged with enhanced strength and speed, making his movements almost too fast to track. He dodged his opponent’s punches with ease, his counterattacks precise and devastating. Within two minutes, he had landed a knockout blow, leaving the crowd in stunned silence before erupting into cheers.Isa, watching from the sidelines, muttered, “Show-off.”In the crowd, Stacy and Joseph waved their m

“Spread out! He couldn’t have gone far.”"Check every corner. That bastard's dangerous."Dangerous. Shadow liked the sound of that.As the officers moved deeper into the factory, Shadow calculated his route. Timing was everything. He waited, crouched behind a stack of rusted barrels, until the footsteps passed.Then he moved.Darting between cover, he reached a back exit just as an officer’s flashlight swept dangerously close. Shadow pressed himself against the wall, his heart pounding in his ears.“Alert: Threat Escalation Imminent. Time Remaining: 12 Hours.”Shadow exhaled slowly, steadying his nerves. When the coast was clear, he slipped through the exit, vanishing into the night like a ghost.Hours later, Shadow perched on a rooftop overlooking the city. The lights stretched endlessly before him, a sprawling maze of opportunity and danger.He chuckled softly, his breath visible in the cold night air. "Well, Mom, Dad. Looks like your boy’s still got it."But as he gazed at the city