The air was filled with tension. It was a new one for me. But with my skills and senses heightened, I knew I could take them on. Ten boys. Ten faces that thought I was nothing. The same faces that used to laugh at me when I first came to this school. I could hear their snickers and heavy breathing. The one in the middle cracked his knuckles and spat on the ground.“So the blind boy wants to play hero again?” he said, his voice rough like gravel. "Does he think we are his stupid half-brothers?" That was not my concern anyways. The system had given me a mission, and I was going to claim my prize. That was all that mattered. I smiled. “Not a hero,” I said softly. “Just a boy tired of watching cowards.”Some of them laughed. Others just stared. I could hear the weak boy they had been beating still crying behind them. His sobs were short and shaky.“Let him go,” I said again, louder this time. “Or I’ll make you.”The leader of the gang moved forward. “You’ll make me? You can’t even

"Tell me if any of that wasn't true? Can you really see?" Sandra asked with a shaky voice. I was not sure of what to tell her or how to answer that question. I must have looked like some freak. A dysfunctional kid. It was kind of stupid telling her a mysterious system helped me regain my sight. No one was going to believe that. "Tell me that was not real!" "I...what do you want me to say? Because it looks like you aren't going to believe me even if I told you." I said, rubbing my temple. [ Ding! ][Host at the point of violating system rules. BE WARNED!I felt my eyes dim a bit. I don't need to be told what happened. I knew it was as a result of my conversation with Sandra. "So, can you really see?" She asked, staring at me. I wanted to tell her the truth. I wanted to explain it all to her, but now was not the right time. I had a lot I was dealing with, and trying to bring Sandra into all of this was too much. I slowly removed my glasses. "Does this look like I could see?"I

The man walked out of the shadow, and I saw he wasn’t Zack.“Who the hell are you?” I asked, slowly moving back.“Why don’t you find out?” he replied with a sinister smile.I looked around — everything was too quiet. Was this a trap? Did Milo bring me here knowing I’d walk right into the furnace just to save the kids?One thing was certain — I was trapped, and it was left to the system to help me get out.“Let the kids go!” I shouted, trying to hide my fear.“The kids?” he laughed. “Do you really think you can stop what’s already started?”He took a step closer, his eyes glinting under the weak light. “You know, you remind me of someone. He was exactly like you. Where we saw power, he saw weakness. We had to get rid of him.”I didn’t need to be told who he was talking about. My father.Anger rushed through me before I could think. I charged at him with everything I had.“Yes!” he shouted. “That’s the spirit, kid! Come on!”I threw my punches fast, wild, filled with rage — but his move

Doing good meant a lot to me. I returned the kids back to their families and the blog went a wire because of it. The news spread faster than fire.By morning, every TV channel, every radio station, and even social media was talking about the same thing — the mysterious man who rescued the missing kids.Some called him an angel. Others said he was a government experiment. A few even claimed he was an alien.I laughed when I heard all that. If only they knew.The truth was simple — I was just a boy trying to fix what others had broken.Each child had given a different version of the story. Some said I had glowing eyes. Others said I could fly. One little girl even said I had wings of fire. It was funny, really. But deep down, I was glad. Those kids were safe. That was all that mattered.I stood in front of my mirror that morning, adjusting my shirt. My bruises were gone, my ribs no longer ached, and I could move freely. The system had healed me overnight. I could barely believe it.“Gu

The wedding between Martha and Zack was all over the news. It was the talk of the town. Everyone seemed to be there — rich businessmen, politicians, and even some of my old classmates who once mocked me.I didn’t go.Instead, I sat on the couch in my room, watching the ceremony live on TV. The camera kept flashing on my mother’s smiling face as she stood beside Zack. She looked happy — or maybe she was just pretending. I couldn’t tell anymore.The announcer called it “the union of love and legacy.” What a joke.I muted the TV and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Love?” I whispered to myself. “She married the man who destroyed our family. That’s not love.”I might not remember who my father was but Zack, he would never be my father. I don't care about the story behind it but I still don't understand why she would have to come down to him getting married to him. I was trying to understand why she did it. But why would she also lie to me that Zack was my father? No matter how muc