The remaining two bullies, who had been frozen in shock, were now scrambling backward, their hands raised in terror. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Henry, a quiet unassuming kid who always kept to himself—had just killed two of their own without hesitation. And he wasn’t even fazed by it. What kind of person could do that?The taller bully, the one who had always been the loudest in their group, was now reduced to a trembling mess, his voice faltering as he spoke, “I-I’m sorry, please don’t kill me. We didn’t mean to...”“Please don’t kill us,” the other bully added, his voice shaking, his face pale with fear. He lay on the ground, his body stiff, his hands raised above his head in submission. Neither of them dared to meet Henry’s gaze, afraid of what they might see in his eyes.Henry didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he focused on the cool down timing, and a taught came to his mind.He was no longer content with merely killing them. No, this time, he would make them

The sound of Henry’s own laboured breath filled the quiet morning air as he awoke, his chest heaving from the remnants of a nightmare. He could still feel the pressure in his chest, as though some unseen weight was bearing down on him, keeping him pinned in a nightmare he couldn’t escape. His heart pounded, each beat echoing in his ears as he wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to shake the sensation that the shadows of his dream had followed him into the waking world. The images of what happened in the dream world flooded through his mind, mostly the look on Nuela's face. But slowly, the fog began to lift. The sound of birds chirping in the distance, the soft rustling of leaves in the morning breeze, grounded him back in the present. He was awake. He was in the room alone. The world around him was real. Henry took in a deep breath, pushing aside the dread that clung to him. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the edge of the bed, using it to steady himself as he sat

Henry’s eyes fluttered open, feeling an icy splash of water on his face. For a moment, everything was blurry, he blinked rapidly, trying to focus as he pushed himself into a sitting position. As his vision cleared, he found himself surrounded by a thick, green smoke, so dense it seemed almost alive, swirling around his body like a living thing. The acrid scent of it stung his nose, filling his lungs with a sharp, burning sensation. Slowly, the smoke began to dissipate, revealing an open field stretched out before him. The ground beneath his feet was hard and uneven, with patches of grass poking through the cracked soil. As the smoke cleared further, he saw the others. Around him were hundreds of other students, all looking around in confusion, a moment ago there were in the bus and after they fell asleep they woke up in an open land. There were at least five hundred students in total, scattered across the field, each of them rising to their feet one by one, their gazes sweeping ac

Five students stood lined up in front of the Sergeant, ready to take their quest. The soft whisper of footsteps and murmurs filled the otherwise quiet space, but Henry’s mind was far away. He wasn’t paying attention to the others being called; his thoughts were consumed by Rai’s voice in his head. "Henry, you know you’ll be asked about your ability, right?" Rai’s words echoed clearly in his mind. Henry grimaced and nodded. "Yeah, I know because here, we're safe with our abilities, so I can tell them I have self-healing ability, which is part of my extraordinary body," he muttered under his breath. "Have you forgotten, Henry?" Rai’s voice took on a more serious tone. "You aren’t from this world, so you can possess more than one ability. The only family who can do that are the Originals from the Trump family. Their ability is to copy one's abilities for 24 hours, and the military and other people in this world don't know this" Henry looked around the field, and it was getting emp

“I was given the skill book late by my parents, so my ability is still processing,” Henry muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.The words seemed to hang in the air, thickening the silence around him. Those standing behind him exchanged glances. They knew Henry had an ability, they had witnessed his healing power before, but this? This was new. They looked at each other, their curiosity piqued, but none of them spoke. They had no reason to press him now, and after the test, they would have their answers. For now, they remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, their attention locked onto the instructor who stood nearby.Rose, the instructor, raised an eyebrow. She had been working as an instructor for many years, and in all that time, she had never heard such a statement. “Late? His ability is still processing?” The thought nagged at her, but she quickly masked any concern, her face a perfect mask of professionalism. This was a test, after all, and if Henry wanted