" You are not listening to me!" I yelled slamming my hands on the table. " This man kidnapped the kid." The room was tensed but it seems no one was listening to me. The two detective looked at each other faces and smiled. " Oh yeah! Is that why you knocked out two teenage boys? Do you plan on killing them?" One of the asked,hitting the steel table so hard that it shook underneath my legs. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck! Have you been listening to me all this while?" I asked, my eyesbrows arched. I took a pause and looked at the camera that was stationed to my face. " You can pressure me all you want but that doesn't change the fact that I was there to rescue the kid. They were going to kill him. Did you even see the state he was in?" The other detective looked at me and laughed. " Really? So you are now playing vigilante? Is that what this is all about?" he said laughing. " He has been watching too much movies. I guess you have been watching the Avengers. But here, we don't

They system was back stronger and with more useful and upgraded skills.My suits was amended and new ones were made. The boy I had rescued was returned to her sister.Rossa on the other hand decided to make sure I was alright by monitoring my every moves.He picked me up after school and also drove me down every day.Things were too quiet. The final exams was around the corner. In a few days, I was going to become a graduate.I was going to finally become a real man and enter the society.Zack was released after a few days just as Rossa has predicted. I knew he was going to eventually come for me.It has been a while since I have heard from my mother. A part of me wanted to see her but I restrained myself.She had made her choice. She has decided to live with Zack for whatever misguided reasons that she had.I had moved in with Rossa. I kind of feel safer with him around. I got more updates about the hospital and where next to hit for my targets.I knew Zack was going to retaliate b

I was tempted. Using the system made everything easy. It made my life easy. I don't have to do the thinking, I don't have to do the solving also. Having a powerful system was just everything. I noticed the more dormant the system was, the more it was stronger each time I used it. Maybe all I need was to focus more on trying to upgrade myself to depend less on it. Rossa rushed to my side, " Are you nervous?" he asked staring at me "No. This is not my first time dealing with issues like this. I would advise you to go into hiding." I said tieing my shoe laces. " Hiding? And why would I do that? I am a fighter and I will always till the day i draw my last breath." I nodded. The old man walked closer to me, he placed a hand on my shoulders and looked at me. " I don't know if you are what they say you are but I believe in chances. You might seem like a boy but I believe you are what the city need. Show me I am right." He simply walked towards the door and stood

My words hung in the air. I could barely believe the old man. All this while he had trained me and fight with me, he had never used the system. “He has a system.”For a split second, everything froze.Master Han did not deny it. He did not look surprised either. He only tightened his grip on the broken cane, his back straightening despite the blood soaking through his clothes. The faint glow in his eyes grew steadier, older… heavier.Zack’s laughter stopped completely.“What did you say?” he asked slowly.Rossa’s arms were still locked around me, holding me upright as my knees trembled. My vision blurred at the edges, black veins of light still crawling across my skin before slowly dimming. Every breath felt like fire in my chest.Master Han exhaled.“So… you saw it,” he said calmly.Zack’s face twisted, disbelief turning into hunger. “You hid it. All these years… you hid it.”The men around us shifted uneasily. I could feel it now—another presence, deep and restrained, nothing like

Darkness wasn’t empty. I had always thought that the moment I closed my eye that was the end of things. Probably death is just silent. Stiff. That was the first thing I realized. It wasn’t the peaceful black of sleep or the gentle fade of exhaustion. This darkness was thick—alive—pressing against me from every direction like deep water. I tried to breathe and felt resistance, as though the air itself didn’t want to reach my lungs. Then came the sound. A faint crackle. Static. At first, I thought it was pain. My nerves screaming, my body finally catching up with everything it had endured. But the sound didn’t pulse with my heartbeat. Buzzed low and constant, like electricity crawling across metal. System… I thought weakly. No response came. Panic stirred somewhere far away, dull and slow, as if my emotions were wrapped in layers of cotton. I tried to move my fingers. Nothing. Tried to open my eyes. Still nothing. Instead, images bled into the darkness. Lightning split t