Two hundred years ago, the world changed.The event that came to be known as Overdrive reshaped everything we learned. Overnight, people awakened powers that defied the natural order. Some moved objects with their minds. Others bent fire to their will. A rare few rewrote the very rules of physics. And that was just the beginning.Abilities took countless forms—strange, beautiful, terrifying.People discovered they had been chosen by something called the System, an unseen force that granted them power… and purpose.Those who awakened became known as Ability Users, stepping into a new world of potential. They became the architects of a new era, fueling innovation, warfare, technology, and dominance. Nations rose and crumbled on the backs of these empowered individuals.But not all of us were awakened.Some were left behind.We were labeled rejects—the ones the System ignored. Powerless. Ordinary. In a world obsessed with strength, we were cast to the side. Pitied when acknowledged. Ignor

The Next DayI still couldn't comprehend what was happening.One moment, I was living a painfully average life. The next, I was somehow entangled—figuratively and maybe even literally at this point—with Amber.Her image flashed in my mind. She was undeniably beautiful, but her personality? Pure devil.I sighed as I followed her down a dimly lit underground corridor. I wasn’t sure if we were heading toward a secret government facility or the lair of a comic book villain. Given Amber’s smug grin, I was leaning toward the latter.“You sure this isn’t where you keep your hostages?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Amber glanced over her shoulder with a smirk. “I only take hostages on Wednesdays.”“Lucky me. It’s Thursday.”“Exactly,” she said with a wink. “Which means you’re very lucky...”After a few minutes of descending cold, echoing steps, we arrived at a heavy steel door. Amber didn’t bother with any security code or keycard—she just kicked it open.What lay beyond was... unexpect

Outside of New Silicon Valley, in the ruins of what was once the European countryside, stood a temple untouched by time and war.A sanctuary for those who despised the existence of ability users. They called themselves the White Cult.Inside the grand, candlelit chamber, robed figures knelt in silence.At the altar, a young woman in pristine white vestments stood, hands delicately clasped as if in prayer. Her silver hair shimmered under the soft glow of flickering flames, and her blue eyes held an ethereal serenity.This was Saint White—their revered leader, the chosen voice of their so-called divinity.Beneath the gentle facade, something flickered.A kneeling disciple, drenched in sweat, trembled before her.“The operation in New Silicon Valley… it has failed. The ability user was captured.”White’s expression did not falter. She exhaled slowly, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “Is that so?” Her voice, gentle and measured, was like the whisper of a mother singing a lullaby.

Noah couldn’t believe it.“That’s impossible. Teacher Nana loves her students. She’s kind!”He stood abruptly, his chair scraping back with a loud screech. His hands trembled, fists clenching as he glared across the table at Amber.She didn’t flinch. Her arms crossed over her chest, expression cool as steel. “You shouldn’t judge people by appearances, Noah. They can fool you.”Lynn’s gaze softened, but there was no hesitation in her voice as she added, “The White Cult has infiltrated the city. We can’t afford to trust blindly.”Noah’s heart pounded like a war drum. His breath came fast.“No,” he hissed. “You’re wrong.”Amber gave a faint shrug, but her words hit like a hammer. “I hope I am.”He was already moving.Out of the café, into the street, feet pounding against concrete. He barely registered Lynn’s voice calling his name, or Amber’s hurried footfalls as they followed—then stopped. They knew there was no stopping him.I need to see for myself.The wind cut sharp across his face

I have to find Teacher Nana—and stop her.I sprint through the streets, desperate for answers. Then it hits me: there’s a kindergarten nearby. That must be where Teacher Nana is with the children. I’m not sure, but it’s worth a shot.My phone buzzes. I snatch it from my pocket—Amber.“Noah, you idiot! Rushing in like that?” she snaps.“I don’t have time to argue!”“When did you get so full of yourself?” Amber sighs, then continues, “Listen. Lynn found where Nana’s hiding the kids. I’m sending the exact location to your email now. Also, don’t forget to—”“Thanks, Amber!”I hang up before she finishes.I check my map: Fort Storage Area.It’s far from here… if I stick to the road. But if I jump from this flyover, I can cut through the forest and make it in time.Without hesitation, I leap over the barrier. Gasps and shouts rise from pedestrians below, but I don’t care. The drop isn’t that high. I’ll be fine. There’s a shortcut ahead—a path through the trees that leads straight to the for