When Dean returned home, his sick foster mother, Mrs. Martha, sat up on the couch, a look of concern etched on her face. She tried to read Dean's facial expression, and Dean could tell she was worried. "How was it, Dean?" Mrs. Martha asked, her voice weak but full of love. Dean forced a smile, not wanting to bother her with the details. "She accepted," he said, trying to sound cheerful. Mrs. Thompson's face lit up with a warm smile. "Oh, congratulations, Dean! I'm so happy for you." Dean felt a pang of guilt for not telling her the whole truth. He didn't want to worry her, but he knew he had to come clean eventually. The rest of the day, Dean spent hours reading articles online about how to awaken a strong ability. He practiced different techniques, trying to calm his mind and focus his energy. He was determined to awaken at least a C-rank ability, no matter what it took. The next day, he arrived at the military school, his heart beating fast with nervousness. The s

With the new idea in mind, Dean hurried into the storage room and gathered some seeds. His mother, Martha, looked on curiously, trying to process what was going on."What are you doing, Dean?" she asked, but Dean just smiled and said, "You'll see, Mom. Just watch."Dean headed outside and planted the seeds in a small patch of soil. He watered them and then channeled his energy into the soil, making the seeds grow immediately. Within minutes, the plants were bearing fruits and vegetables, all thanks to Dean's gardening ability.Martha's eyes widened in amazement as she watched the plants grow. "Dean, this is incredible! What do you plan to do with all these fruits and vegetables?"Dean grinned. "I'm going to harvest them and sell them, Mom. We need the money, and I think I can make a good profit from this."Martha couldn't help but feel proud for having a son like Dean. "That's a great idea, Dean. I knew you'd come up with something."The next day, Dean took the harvested fruits and v

"How is that possible?" Dean asked, his voice shaking with confusion and anger. The General's expression changed to one of sadness, and he sighed heavily. "Long ago, I left your mother when she had just given birth to you. I was young and irresponsible back then. I didn't know how to be a father, and I didn't know how to take care of you both." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Later on, I joined the Elite Forces and rose through the ranks. I became the Supreme General, and I felt accomplished. But when I tried to settle down and have a family, I discovered that I had inhaled a toxic gas during battle. It made me unable to bear children." The General's eyes locked onto Dean's, filled with regret. "That's when I started searching for your mother, Martha, to ask for her forgiveness. I wanted to make things right between us." Dean's eyes widened in shock, and he cut the General off. "Wait, hold up. Are you saying that Martha, who has been claiming to be my fo

The next morning, Dean met with his father, Mr. John, in a large, open field surrounded by lush greenery. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers."Today, we're going to start with the basics of gardening ability," Mr. John said, in a firm tone. "As I told you before, this ability is not just about growing plants. It's about controlling the forces of nature and bending them to your will."Dean nodded, eager to learn. Mr John began by teaching him the first skill. "Okay, Dean, let's start with the basics," his father said. "I want you to grow some vines that can wrap around an enemy."Dean nodded and focused his energy. The air around him began to shimmer, and strong vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around a nearby pillar.His father smiled. "Excellent work, Dean! You're a natural."Dean smiled, it was easy for him because he had somehow figured it out all by himself while fighting with Sam and Jerry.Next, his father taught him an elementa

When Dean left the restaurant, he quickly glanced at his watch and saw that it was already 7:30 PM. He knew he had to hurry if he wanted to make it back to his dorm room before the gate closed at 8:00 PM. He sprinted across the campus, his feet pounding the pavement as he rushed to beat the curfew.Finally, he arrived at his dorm building and burst through the door, panting heavily. He quickly made his way to his room, using his fingerprint to unlock the door.As he entered the room, he saw that Peter was already fast asleep, while the other student was still reading a book, oblivious to Dean's arrival. Dean didn't bother to greet him, instead, he walked over to a cage he had brought from home and began to feed the rat his father had given him to train with.After feeding the rat, Dean hopped onto his bed and let out a deep sigh, feeling exhausted from the day's events. He closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he had dozed off.The next morning, all the students lined up in the