After being forcefully flung by one of the ninjas, Fina was hurled toward the forest.She crashed straight into a thick, lush tree, the impact rattling her bones before she tumbled to the ground with a thud.The fall left her scraped and bruised, her skin decorated with cuts and grazes.Still, it could’ve been far worse.Luckily, a branch had cushioned her descent, taking the brunt of the fall.We can say that detail was probably the only reason Fina could still stand on her feet.But she didn’t have time to recover.The ninja was already on her trail, launching daggers in her direction.Fina spotted the glint of moonlight reflecting off the blades and rolled to the side just in time, dodging them by a hair’s breadth.“I commend your agility.” A voice spoke smoothly from the shadows. “But for a ninja, you’re far too slow.”The ninja appeared beside her like a phantom, his kick slicing through the air.Fina raised both hands in a guard, blocking the blow, though the impact still sent h

This woman is definitely going to kill me.Is this the end of my journey? I thought, closing my eyes in fear.There’s absolutely nothing I can do to survive against her ability. Her power is untouchable, unseen, and unstoppable."What’s the matter, Saint?"Sister Angelina asked."Weird... I’m sure I activated my ability. So why is he still alive?" Saint White said, her voice genuinely confused.She pointed her index finger toward me again, flicking it like she did before.Nothing happened."This can’t be... My ability is being disabled? At this distance?""Saint White’s ability not working on him? That’s impossible."Sister Angelina muttered.I was just as confused.This has never happened to me before.Somehow, my World Rejector ability had reacted on its own. I don’t know how I used it, but I was lucky.Lucky to be alive.Lucky to avoid instant death."Judging from your expression... You don’t know what’s going on either."Saint White said, narrowing her eyes.I remained silent, st

(Mio's perspective)Waking up, early in the morning. Preparing food for breakfast. Watching morning television while sipping my coffee. Afterward, going to wash my body and preparing myself to go to school.I always make sure not to wear the same set of clothes every day. Still, I try to follow the current fashion trends. I don’t like to be flashy, so I prefer a sweet, simple look—something that blends in but still shows I care about how I present myself.After getting dressed, I check my backpack. Lastly, I take a pistol and a magazine, then strap it carefully to my thigh. My gun and magazines are made with a special polymer blend—completely undetectable by metal detectors. It’s also compact, the perfect size to stay hidden beneath my skirt.I always carry three magazines with me. Two of them contain regular bullets. The third one is filled with paralysis rounds.You’re probably wondering why I carry such things. The answer is simple: I’m a secret agent for the Special Force Division

A new day has come, and like everyone always says, a new day holds a new, bright future.It's one of those hopeful expressions I want to believe in—but judging by the dark, moody sky outside, my future looks more overcast than sunny.I sighed to myself, the kind of sigh that feels like it comes from somewhere deep, almost theatrical in its drama.It’s been two days since I got hospitalized after that lovely little run-in with Saint White. Every injury I got? Miraculously gone. Not a scratch left, like someone hit Ctrl+Z on my entire body.As for the hospital bills? Amber handled everything. Said it was part of her apology for dragging me into the twisted world of the Dark Side.Along with the apology came an offer: I could leave the organization. Return to my normal life. The classic “get out while you can” route.But here's the thing: I haven’t given her an answer. It’s… awkward. How do I just walk away from the people I’ve met and friends I’ve made?Sure, the safe answer would be to

In a single moment, the entire world turned white.And then—chaos. My eyes widened in disbelief at the devastation. In just that one instant, the city was thrown into complete disarray.Sirens blared. The air crackled with static. People ran in all directions, screaming and crying, their voices blending into one mass of panic.I didn’t even understand what had just happened. But it was clear—thousands of lives vanished in the blink of an eye.Still shaking, Ayumi dropped to her knees, hands covering her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks.“What… what is that?”Her voice trembled as she looked to me for answers.“Neo Silicon Valley was supposed to be one of the safest cities in the world, right? We have technology that surpasses other nations. A huge percentage of the people here are ability users. So… how? How is this happening?”I had no answer.The kids playing in the park with us were frozen in shock.Their young minds couldn’t begin to process what just unfolded before their