The morning mist over Tuntadel University was thick and cold. Baron stood in the central quadrangle, his eyes fixed on the entrance gates. He had spent half the night meditating on Vice-Chancellor Lashley’s words about the Neutral Gene, trying to feel the quiet space beneath his raging cosmic energy. But a strange, heavy dark weight kept pulling at his instincts.Something felt wrong."Baron! Hey, Baron!" Samuel came jogging across the brick path, his face flushed and breathless. Mike was right behind him, looking unusually tense."What happened?" Baron asked, his voice instantly sharp."You won't believe who just walked through the front gate," Samuel gasped, leaning against a stone pillar to catch his breath. "The board signed off on an emergency reinstatement order. He's back!""Who's back?""Leo Vance," Mike said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. “ I think the board stripped his family status and threw him into the district detention facility. But somehow, his fa

The air outside the main gates was thick with burning tension. Baron stood at the front of the courtyard, his body vibrating with a violent, terrifying purple aura. The pavement beneath his heavy boots cracked under the sheer pressure of his cosmic energy."Baron, wait!" Juliana pleaded, her hands trembling as she reached out to hold his shoulder. "We need a plan! You can't just sprint across three districts in a blind rage!""They're inside my house, Jules!" Baron roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the administrative building. "The Iron Skull gang is tearing my family apart right now! Every second we stand here talking, my parents could be—""I said quiet!" Professor Abraham Lashley commanded, stepping directly into Baron's path. His face was a stern mask, his gold-rimmed reading glasses catching the morning light. "If you charge into a hostage situation like a mad bull, you'll walk right into a trap. Look around you, boy! You're playing right into Matt Windgate's hands

By late afternoon, the sun began its low descent behind the mountains. The giant digital poll on the central lawn chimed loudly, drawing hundreds of exhausted students toward the display screen."Results are locked!" a drone speaker announced overhead. "Day four evaluation complete!"Juliana walked slowly out of the alchemy building, wiping a thin layer of sweat from her neck. She felt drained, having spent hours demonstrating advanced chemical synthesis to satisfy Dr. Isabela. She didn't even care where her name landed—she just wanted to find Baron.Suddenly, a bright, blinding wave of green light exploded from the central scoreboard.BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!Thirty consecutive green flashes illuminated the entire lawn, accompanied by a loud chorus of gasps from the crowd."Thirty students?!" Samuel yelled from the back of the crowd, pointing at the board. "Thirty people just hit one hundred percent in a single day?!"Juliana pushed her way through the dense sea of students, her eyes scanni

The bright, freezing sun of the final evaluation day broke over Tuntadel University.Inside Baron’s hostel room, the morning light filtered through the thin blinds, painting soft golden stripes across the floorboards.Juliana woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting up instantly on the small sofa near the window. She rubbed her eyes frantically, her heart racing as she checked her watch on her wrist."Oh no... oh no, it's almost seven!" Juliana panicked, throwing the soft blanket off her legs.She looked over at the bed. Baron was already sitting up, wearing a clean black training shirt. His face was completely restored—the blood was gone, his lips were smooth, and his right arm showed no signs of the brutal damage from the previous evening. His cosmic core had fully repaired his body overnight."Good morning, Jules," Baron said softly, a faint smirk touching his lips."Baron! We overslept!" Juliana yelled, rushing around the room to grab her hairbrush and jacket. "Rose is going to lose her

Deep within the high-security subterranean wing of the District Federal Penitentiary, the air smelled of rust, damp concrete, and ozone.Mr. Windgate sat at a heavy steel table inside his private, reinforced cell. Even in a gray convict jumpsuit, he carried himself like a king in exile. His slicked-back gray hair was immaculate, and his cold, calculating eyes stared fixedly at the iron door.The heavy lock clicked, and a corrupt prison guard stepped inside, nervously sliding a glowing, encrypted communicator onto the table before locking the door behind him.Mr. Windgate picked up the communicator, tapping the screen with a sharp, heavy ring."Report," Windgate commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Is the Colgate family eliminated?"A voice crackled through the speaker, laced with panic and heavy static. “Sir... the operation failed completely. The Iron Skull crew was neutralized before they could even breach the front door.”Windgate’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Neu