The rain fell in heavy, relentless sheets as Damian knelt before his grandfather’s grave. Moss and algae had long since claimed the weathered stone, creeping across its surface in patches of green and grey, yet to Damian, it remained precious—the only anchor in a life adrift. His grandfather had been all he knew, the sole constant in a world that had never offered him kindness, until sickness stole the old man away. Every month, Damian came here, kneeling in silence, hoping to relieve some small portion of the burden that pressed against his heart.“I’ll finally be attending high school,” he said, his voice barely rising above the drumming rain. “I’ve saved enough money to pay for my studies. Then I’ll graduate and become a successful businessman. I’ll own companies, industries—I’ll make a name for myself. No more being criticized. No more being looked down upon.”Tears mixed with the raindrops trailing down his cheeks. He placed a single rose on the grave, its red petals darkening in

Damian navigated the halls of Alpha Academy, following the signs that directed him toward the main academic block. The building was vast, its corridors lined with lockers and bulletin boards advertising club activities, upcoming events, and warnings about Ajuma activity in the outer districts. Students milled about in small groups, their voices a low hum beneath the fluorescent lights.He found the stairwell leading to the second floor and climbed, his heart beating a steady rhythm against his ribs. Class 2A. His class. He still couldn't quite believe it.The door was plain wood with a small brass plaque: 2A. Through the thin walls, he could hear the muffled sounds of conversation, the scrape of chairs, the occasional laugh. But beneath all that, Damian sensed something else—a pressure, faint but unmistakable, like static electricity prickling against his skin. It was Zeta energy, concentrated in certain spots within the room. Some of his future classmates were already powerful.He to

“It took you long enough! Sit. This detention of yours is going to be very long…” The teacher paused, a slow, unsettling smile spreading across his face. “…and probably your last.” Damian couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as he stared at the man in front of him. Something was wrong. The teacher’s pupils had shifted from their ordinary black to a deep, burning red, and his smile—once merely irritable—had twisted into something hungry. The air around him felt heavier, charged with an energy that made Damian’s skin prickle. “What’s happening?” Damian asked, his voice barely a whisper. He turned to Sagara, who stood beside him, utterly unbothered. “I don’t understand.” Sagara’s expression hadn’t changed. If anything, he looked mildly interested, like a spectator watching a play he had already seen before. “Isn’t it obvious?” he said. “The teacher has long since turned into an Ajuma. He lost himself to his Regalia. Maybe it was corruption. Maybe frustration. He managed to retain co

[2 days later] Damian and Sagara walked into the classroom which had quite a lively atmosphere to it. It had been a week since the incident between Damian and the Ajuma, since he had been unconscious for five days. All eyes fell on both of them as they walked into the classroom. Damian, who had now gotten so much stronger under the span of two days, walked behind Sagara. He was no longer intimidated by the aura around the classroom; rather, he now had a powerful presence that made some of his classmates suffocate. They soon found their way to their seat while the teacher continued her teaching. The school, which was oblivious to the incident, told the class that their teacher had resigned and then brought in a substitute teacher from Class 3, which were on a field trip. She looked young, around the age of 20 to 22, yet she was already teaching the highest level of class in the academy. Her aura alone exuded dominance, with her gaze as sharp as a spear piercing through the hearts

Meanwhile, a few kilometers from Damian's house, a silver‑haired boy could be seen lying on the bed as he held his eyes, screaming in pain. He rolled from side to side as blood began to flow from his eyes. He gently opened his eyes as it felt like a lion that had been bound in a cage for a long time finally being released. As his eyes opened, the whole world began to resonate with them. The pressure in the room suddenly became dense as cracks could be seen on the walls; even the space around him seemed to distort, rippling like thunder. After what felt like an eternity, it finally subsided as their beauty could finally be seen. The eyes shone brightly; their color could only be described as divine. Their golden radiance seemed to defy the laws of reality, as if anything that looked directly at them would face divine retribution. "Suppressing this power hurts even more than using them! I'm afraid only a fight that would make me go all out would actually help solve this problem… I'm