“He’s too much!”“His power is just too much!”“W-WHOAAAH!!”Screams filled the air as white-robed cultists were blasted away by an invisible force, then slammed into the ground as if gravity itself had multiplied, forcing them to their knees.“That’s right... Kneel. Kneel before the mighty S-Class standing before you.”The voice dripped with arrogance.A cocky grin stretched across the face of Robin, one of the city’s elite — the 6th S-Class Ability User.“Sixth S-Class... you’re mine!” shouted one of the cultists, launching a crackling bolt of lightning straight at him.Robin didn’t even flinch.The lightning twisted in midair, veering off-course before it could reach him.“W-What?! That was light-speed! How did he intercept it?!”Robin let out a mocking laugh. “Simple, dumbass. My Vector Drive coats my body in a kinetic defense field. Even if someone catches me off-guard, the velocity of their attack is redirected before impact. It's essential protection when you’re at the top — ev

Meanwhile, deep beneath Neo Silicon Valley...In a forgotten underground chamber, hidden even from the highest officials, a vast, ancient library lay in silence.Towering shelves lined the walls, stacked with dusty tomes long erased from public knowledge.At its heart, a man in his forties sat at a colossal stone table, reading a massive book under the flicker of dim, golden light.His hair was snow-white, cascading down like threads of age and wisdom. His golden eyes shimmered faintly—but look closer, and you’d see the eyes of a man long dead on the inside.Eyes that had given up on something vital to the soul.This man was the Chairman.The enigmatic founder of Neo Silicon Valley.His true name lost to time—perhaps never known at all. His name was a mystery in the world."Chairman..." a voice echoed through the solemn chamber. "Things in the city are getting out of hand. If that crazy woman attacks again, we might not survive it."The speaker, Mayor William, approached anxiously. B

Vector Drive: Manipulating directional force and velocity—converting motion into destruction.Robin’s Vector Drive grants him control over the magnitude and direction of velocity in any object or particle he interacts with—air, projectiles, even his own body. It’s a hyper-scientific version of telekinesis, but instead of simply moving things, he rewrites their motion vectors.Robin can accelerate particles past the sound barrier, sharpen wind into slicing currents, or reverse the trajectory of an incoming missile with a flick.Against enemies, it’s not just about force—it’s inertia. A pebble becomes a cannonball.Against space itself? That’s when things get interesting.Space Manipulation: The domination of coordinates. The ability to collapse, stretch, erase, or fold space itself.Saint White controls the very fabric of space, not time, not gravity, but location itself. She can erase objects by collapsing their position into a point, teleport by folding space, or create vacuums that

I’ve always been the strongest, and nothing ever came second to me.That’s what I believed back when I lived in our small countryside town in England.My name is Robin Springfield, eldest son of the Springfield family, owners of a thousand-acre estate—and the sole heir.Despite being born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I never let that hold me back. I’ve always pushed myself to be better.I didn’t want the only thing that defined me to be “the heir to the Springfield family.” I wanted something more—something I could be proud of.And I found my answer.I want to be the strongest.That feeling struck me when I was six. I saw one of my classmates being bullied by this fat, ugly kid who thought he ruled the class.I stepped forward and punched him in the face.Everyone was shocked. Some admired me.Others feared me.But in that moment, I realized something: I didn’t throw that punch to save anyone. I just wanted to shut up the loudmouth who dared call himself the strongest.Years passe

It was like staring directly into a giant sun, up close and blinding.The massive fireball lit up the darkened surroundings of Neo Silicon Valley. It was impossible not to turn and stare.The giant flame, resembling the very image of the sun itself, terrified the city's civilians. Everyone feared that the inferno would soon engulf the city in flames.Even the invading terrorists—the so-called White Cultists—were stunned by the sight, mirroring the same fear as the citizens.With Amber’s command,The fireball was pressed downward, crashing into the earth and incinerating everything in its path.The attack ended in a massive explosion, forming a wide crater that still sizzled with red-hot molten rock.After the blast, Amber remained standing, completely untouched by her own ability. Flames still danced around her body like a blazing aura.But the true shock came when Saint White emerged from the smoke—still alive after taking a direct hit.The thermal energy created by that “meteor” sho