Chapter 2: Eyes on MeThe stall door swung shut with a metallic groan, leaving Bagas and Rina in a silence so thick it felt electrified. Bagas’s heart was hammering against his ribs, but his body was currently busy executing a fluid, side-stepping shuffle that had nothing to do with his will and everything to do with his involuntary "Street Dancer" update."Bagas, you’re twitching again," Rina murmured, her eyes tracing the way his shoulders rolled in a rhythmic, undulating wave."It’s not… a choice," Bagas gasped, his voice tight. "I’m literally… being hijacked by a beat."Rina smirked, leaning back against the cold tile. "Hijacked? That’s a creative excuse for why you just vaulted a desk and pulled me into a dip.""I have an expulsion hearing at ten," Bagas said, his right foot suddenly launching into a rapid-fire staccato tap. "I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be dancing.""And yet," Rina stepped closer, her hand sliding down his arm, "your heart rate is spiking, and you’re

Chapter 4: Physical LimitsThe girl with the camera loomed in the hallway, her thumb hovering over the ‘Send’ button. Bagas felt the [SYSTEM REBOOT] countdown flickering like a dying strobe light: 0:45… 0:44…"You’re really going to blackmail me?" Bagas asked, his voice cracking."Blackmail is such an ugly word," the girl countered, her eyes scanning the hallway. "I prefer ‘information exchange.’ Spill, Bagas. How’d you do it? The moves, the charm, the sway over Pak Hadi? It didn't look like teenage rebellion.""I don't know what you're talking about," Bagas stammered, his body feeling like a statue made of wet clay."Don't lie. I saw you pivot. You were a different person," she insisted. "People don't just change their entire personality because they’re hungry for lunch. You’re holding out, and I’m losing patience."0:30… The violet numbers burned. Bagas’s vision surged with a new prompt.[SYSTEM ALERT: REBOOT COMPLETE. NEW SKILL ACQUIRED: EXTREME STRENGTH. PENALTY: COORDINATION.EXE

Chapter 6: Siska's Investigation"Open the door, Bagas," the girl from the hallway demanded, her voice clicking like a deadbolt. "Your 'trial period' is over. Now, we talk about your subscription."Bagas pressed his forehead against the cold, graffiti-covered metal of the stall door. His brain felt like it had been scrubbed with steel wool. "I don’t know who you are, but you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just a student who had a very weird morning.""Students don't kick holes in lockers," the girl countered. Her shadow stretched under the stall, still and predatory. "And they definitely don't bend steel bars with one hand. Who’s running the firmware on you, Bagas?""Firmware? Are you a hacker? A tech support agent from hell?" Bagas tried to stand, but his knees buckled. A wave of exhaustion, heavy as lead, washed over him."I’m the person who’s going to stop you from glitching out in front of the entire faculty," she said, her voice softening into a dangerous, icy velvet. "Come out. Now."

Chapter 8: Double Trouble"The update is beautiful," Siska said, her voice vibrating with a dual-frequency that made Bagas’s teeth ache. She didn't look like Siska anymore—not the girl who smelled like lilies and ambition. She moved with a liquid, calculated grace that screamed of the 'Conman' skill, her posture unnervingly perfect."Siska? You’re scaring me. That’s not your voice," Bagas stammered, his own body feeling heavy, sluggish, and... oddly light on his feet. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking in a rhythmic, popping pattern. "Why am I doing a body roll? I didn't tell my spine to do a wave!"Siska tilted her head, her eyes flashing violet. "Synchronization level: 99%. Your internal architecture is surprisingly modular, Bagas. I see your 'Street Dancer' sub-routine. It’s... inefficient. Let me optimize that.""Hey! Don't touch my code! Or whatever you call it!" Bagas lunged forward, but his legs betrayed him, sliding into a flawless moonwalk that carried him three f

Chapter 10: Mastery of ChaosThe heavy steel door groaned as it hit the linoleum, a mangled mess of hardware and shattered hinges. Bagas stood amidst the swirling mist of the school’s fire suppression system, the jagged piece of metal still gripped in his hand like a discarded toy."Did you... did you just rip that off with your bare hands?" Siska’s voice was a sharp, breathless spike in the damp, echoing hallway."I think the door was already loose?" Bagas stammered, staring at his palms. They were shimmering, the silver light fading into his skin like cooling lava."Loose? It’s reinforced steel, you idiot. That’s not 'loose,' that’s a structural hazard.""I’m sorry, okay? I didn't mean to become a wrecking ball.""Don't be sorry. Be quiet. The sprinklers are going to draw security here in seconds."She grabbed his forearm—her skin was warm, a startling contrast to the cold, wet air of the hall. As her fingers pressed into his pulse point, the chaotic static in Bagas’s vision smoothe