The heavy iron gates of the Awakening Plaza groaned, a sound like grinding teeth that echoed across the dusty, sun-bleached square. Thousands of teenagers stood in rows, a silent sea of anxious hearts and trembling hands. Daniel stood near the back, his palms slick with sweat, his eyes fixed on the monolithic Pillar of Manifestation towering at the front."Hey, you shaking, Danny?"Daniel didn’t look toward the voice, but he knew the smirk that accompanied it. Kael, the neighborhood golden boy, stood three rows ahead, his shoulders broad and posture effortless."Just hot, Kael," Daniel muttered, keeping his gaze forward."Hot? Man, you’re pale as a ghost," Kael chuckled, glancing back. "You think you’re gonna get something useful, or are you hoping for a nice, comfy job in the fields? My dad says the Awakening only brings out what’s already inside. If you’re a nobody, you get a nobody’s class.""Leave him alone, Kael," Sarah whispered from beside Daniel, her voice tight with her own n

"I think I’m done paying those," Daniel whispered to the silence of the room.Outside, the heavy thud against the wood intensified. Jace wasn't a man who took ‘no’ for an answer."Don't be a fool, Daniel," Jace’s voice shifted, losing its oily charm. "You’re an F-Rank Repairer. You can’t afford to be a martyr. My boys are waiting, and they don't like the cold. Open the door before I kick it off the hinges."Daniel’s grip tightened on the Relic blade. The metal felt warm now, humming against his palm like a living thing. He looked at the door, then back at the small, dark corner of his shack where he kept his meager collection of scrap. He didn't have food tokens. He barely had a future. But he had a secret, and for the first time, it didn't feel like a burden."I said move, Jace," Daniel shouted, his voice cracking slightly before he steadied it.Before Jace could reply, a sudden, sharp rustle came from the side of the shack—the wall facing the alley. Someone was whispering."Daniel?

The metallic clang of the longsword hitting the workbench still echoed in the small, cramped shack when a shadow eclipsed the doorway. Daniel, chest heaving from the exertion of the previous day’s labor, looked up. He expected another scavenger or perhaps Kaelen to return, but the man who stepped inside was an entirely different breed of threat.He was massive, his frame filling the doorway like a block of granite. His armor was scarred with real combat marks, and he smelled of cordite and dried blood. He didn't introduce himself, but Daniel recognized the heavy boots and the scar running down the man's cheek from the tales whispered in the lower sectors. This was Kirill, the leader of the Iron-Grip Mercenaries, a man who allegedly solved problems by erasing them from existence."They say you're the one," Kirill said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards. "The one who can breathe life into dead metal."Daniel kept his hand near his relic blade, hi

The workshop air was thick with the scent of ozone and cooling metal. Daniel sat hunched over the workbench, his fingers dancing across the internal components of a pulse-carbine. The only light in the room came from the faint, golden luminescence spilling from his palms as he carefully realigned a series of warped magnetic coils."Just a little more," he whispered to the empty room, his breath hitching. "Stay in alignment. Don't fight me."He could feel the internal tension of the weapon—it was like listening to a discordant song that he was desperately trying to force into harmony. His stamina reserves were draining fast, a familiar, hollow ache radiating from his gut, but he pushed past it. This was the third rifle he had touched tonight, and the process was becoming… easier.Ding.[System Notification: Proficiency in 'Advanced Material Manipulation' has reached Level 2.][Efficiency: 15% improvement in stamina conservation.]Daniel let out a sharp breath, his hands dropping to the