2026-04-11 15:16:36The harsh, sterile stench of rubbing alcohol and cheap hand sanitizer was the first thing to assault Raditya’s senses. It was closely followed by the ticking of the wall clock, which currently sounded ten times louder than normal. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Every second felt like a tiny sledgehammer slamming against the inside of his throbbing skull.
He tried to twitch his fingertips. Ice cold. It felt like he’d just been pulled out of a meat freezer. But beneath that biting cold was an intense, slow-crawling heat, moving just beneath his skin like liquid magma. His body felt weirdly restricted, like the ratty clothes he’d put on that morning had suddenly shrunk three sizes.
Oh, great. If this kid croaks on my watch, the district is gonna have my license, a woman’s voice whispered right next to him. The tone was anxious, but laced with a heavy dose of annoyance.
Raditya recognized the voice. Nurse Davis. She was notorious for playing Candy Crush on her desktop rather than actually treating sick students. But something was off. The voice didn’t sound like it traveled through the air. Raditya felt it—like a radio transmission beamed directly into the back of his brain.
He forced his eyes open. The world was a swirling vortex of colors. The white ceiling tiles, the green privacy curtain flapping from the desk fan, and the blurry shapes of people standing over his cot.
"Rad? You awake, man? Yo, Rad!" That was Ben. His buddy’s round face hovered into view, but it looked bizarrely sharp to Raditya's still-adjusting eyes.
Raditya tried to speak, but his throat felt like it was clogged with hot sand. He squeezed his eyes shut again, and that was when the "dream" slammed into him. A dream far more vivid and visceral than the physical world around him.
In the pitch-black void behind his eyelids, Raditya was no longer in the stuffy nurse's office. He was floating in a vacuum filled with crackling blue electricity. And standing right in front of him was a woman who looked exactly like Clara. Except she wasn’t wearing her school uniform; she was draped in nothing but a thin wisp of fog that did absolutely nothing to hide her perfect curves.
The heat that had been crawling under his skin suddenly pooled in his lower abdomen. Fueled by the residual lightning coursing through his veins and a massive spike of adrenaline, Raditya no longer felt like the school’s punching bag. He felt dominant. Invincible. The "Clara" in his dream stepped closer, her slender fingers tracing his jawline—which suddenly felt incredibly sharp and chiseled.
"Wanna feel what you can do?" the voice whispered, dripping with provocation.
In that hyper-realistic delusion, Raditya felt "Clara" press herself against him. He could feel the warmth of her chest crushing against his, the intoxicating scent of sweet sweat, the teasing sway of her hips. Raditya didn't hold back. In that electric void, he claimed the phantom. Their breaths collided, heavy and fueled by primal lust. Raditya’s hands roamed her smooth thighs, climbing higher until he felt the wet heat hidden beneath the phantom fabric.
His tongue trailed roughly down her elegant neck while his hands gripped her hips, pulling her into an uncontrollable, frantic rhythm. Raditya felt every muscle clench, every friction of skin generating literal sparks. It was rough, wild, and quenched a thirst he had buried under his thick glasses for years. The climax detonated like the very lightning bolt that had struck him on the field, sending a wave of absolute euphoria crashing through his system so violently that his physical body on the cot jerked hard.
"YO! HE'S CONVULSING! COACH BAKER! NURSE DAVIS! HE'S HAVING A SEIZURE!" Jonny screamed in panic, rudely yanking Raditya out of the most epic wet dream of his life.
Raditya gasped, sucking in a massive lungful of air as if he’d been deprived of oxygen for a millennium. He coughed, and the electric sensation slowly receded, leaving behind a profound, terrifyingly deep clarity in every cell of his body. His headache was completely gone.
"Chill, Jon. I'm fine," Raditya rasped. His voice came out an octave lower, raspy and resonant. He even startled himself.
He swung his legs over the edge of the cot and sat up. His eyes snapped into focus. The first thing he noticed was the expressions on Ben, Jonny, and Nurse Davis’s faces. They looked like they’d just seen a ghost wearing a clown suit in broad daylight.
"Holy... is that... Raditya?" Ben stammered, his eyes squinting, his jaw dropping so low he was practically drooling.
"Uh, yeah? Who else would it be? I only passed out for a minute, right?" Raditya replied, rubbing his eyes. His vision was incredible now. He could literally see dust motes dancing in the air across the room.
Nurse Davis took a hesitant step forward, almost dropping her thermometer. "Sweetie... your face was covered in acne this morning, right? Because when I was wiping the mud off you, I thought... um..." Nurse Davis suddenly flushed beet red. Her thoughts immediately went feral. Holy crap, this kid is gorgeous. That jawline... those eyes... why is my heart racing for a high schooler? If my husband had half this much energy in bed, I wouldn't be so miserable. If I wasn't his nurse, I'd drag him behind the medicine cabinet right now...
Raditya froze. He had just "heard" that. Loud and clear. Yet Nurse Davis’s mouth was firmly shut, and her hands were busy nervously adjusting the collar of her scrubs. He slowly turned to Ben.
What kind of black magic is this? Did the lightning literally burn the ugly off him? This makes zero sense, why does he look like a Calvin Klein model? I look like a freaking troll standing next to him. The voice belonged to Ben, echoing clearly inside Raditya’s head.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Ben?" Raditya asked, feeling his skin crawl.
Ben flinched. "No, you... you just need to look in a mirror, Rad. Seriously. I think the universe just gave you a hard reboot."
Raditya slid off the cot. Strangely, he didn't feel weak at all. His legs felt solid, grounded, and agile. His shredded, soot-stained clothes felt incredibly tight now, especially across his chest, and his stomach felt as hard as a washboard.
He walked over to the small, water-stained mirror hanging above the sink in the corner of the room.
He stopped three feet away from it, took a deep breath, and gathered the courage to look at whatever crispy, charred monster he had become. Slowly, he raised his head.
Thump.
Raditya nearly jumped back. Who the hell was the guy in the glass?
The greasy, acne-riddled face that had haunted him every morning was gone without a trace. In its place was an absolute masterpiece. His skin was clear, healthy, and slightly tanned, as if he spent his weekends surfing instead of playing video games in the dark. His nose was sharper, dividing his face with perfect golden-ratio symmetry. But the scariest part was his eyes; they were no longer dull voids hiding behind thick lenses. They were piercing, deep, and darker than before, radiating a dangerous, magnetic aura that could make anyone choke on their own spit.
His stiff, awkward hair now fell into a perfectly effortless messy look, like he'd just walked out of an editorial photoshoot. And his broken glasses on the floor? He didn't need them. The world was in crystal-clear 4K.
"Is this... me?" Raditya muttered, touching his cheek. It felt firm. The cheekbones were absurdly masculine.
"It's you, Rad. Unless that lightning bolt body-swapped your soul with a Hollywood actor," Jonny commented, his voice dripping with absolute resignation and envy.
Suddenly, a barrage of new voices started bombarding his skull. It was the crowd of students gathering outside the half-open door of the nurse's office.
Is that really the kid who got struck? Why does he look so cool? God, I want to get hit by lightning if it makes you look like that.
Oh my god, his shirt is totally ripped... are those abs? Please tell me those are abs. Have mercy on my eyes.
Hey, stop pushing! I wanna see the nerd who turned into a prince!
Raditya gripped the edges of the sink. The voices swirled, overlapping and overlapping until his ears rang. His mind was suddenly flooded with thousands of petty desires, ridiculous fantasies, bitter jealousies, and dark little obsessions from everyone within a twenty-foot radius.
"Raditya?"
A soft voice sliced through the cacophony in his brain. He turned. Clara was standing there in the doorway, flanked by her usual clique of popular girls. Her eyes were wide. Her usually confident, slightly arrogant face was pale with pure shock.
To Clara, Raditya was no longer the quiet stalker who kept his head down in the back row. The guy standing by the sink radiated a dominant, almost primal charisma. Clara felt a bizarre tremor shoot up from her feet straight to her chest.
Impossible. That's the guy from the field? Raditya the loser? Why... why does he look so unbelievably hot right now? I... why am I sweating just looking at him?
Raditya "heard" Clara’s thoughts. And even crazier, he could feel his new body physically responding to her internal "attraction." A flash of the explicit sex scene from his void dream resurfaced, forcing him to shift his weight to avoid popping a very visible pitch-tent in the middle of the nurse's office.
He stared at Clara, his gaze sharp, entirely unaware that his stare now carried a magnetic pull that was incredibly dangerous to the girl standing in front of him.
"Hey, Clara," Raditya said smoothly.
Clara jolted as if waking from hypnosis. She swallowed hard, then unconsciously bit her lower lip—a subconscious tell that Raditya's new brain immediately translated as pure sexual interest.
"A-are you okay?" Clara asked, her voice slightly breathless.
"I'm... a lot more than okay," Raditya replied.
He realized something in that exact moment. The world hadn't changed; he had. And this power... this ability to know exactly what kind of filthy, selfish garbage was really festering inside the heads of everyone in front of him... it was terrifying.
Raditya turned back to the mirror, staring at his perfect reflection under the flickering fluorescent lights. This wasn't a dream. This was a completely absurd new reality. A reality where the bottom-feeder had just become the apex predator, and where the truth could no longer hide behind fake smiles and high school pleasantries.
A slow, sharp smirk crept onto Raditya's face. And right on cue, he heard the collective minds of everyone in the room scream a single word inside their heads: Perfect.
A curse? Or a blessing? Raditya didn't know yet. All he knew was that starting today, surviving Liberty High was no longer going to be boring. Because beneath this flawless new face, he could smell the rot of human thoughts just as clearly as he could feel the lingering electric buzz in his groin.
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Chapter 11: A Failed Experiment at Home
The weathered wooden door of Raditya's room creaked as he locked it tight. The atmosphere inside his house that afternoon felt like a never-ending cold war. In the living room, his father's voice, grumbling about an electric bill that had gone up by less than a dollar, mingled with the harsh scraping of a frying pan being stirred aggressively by his mother in the kitchen. To a normal person, it was just the background noise of daily life. To Raditya, it was a dawn raid on a mental battlefield."Damn, can someone turn this radio off?" Raditya sighed. He tossed his backpack into the corner and threw his athletic frame onto a thin mattress where the springs were already starting to poke his back.Raditya closed his eyes, attempting "Experiment Zero." He took a deep breath, imagining a giant concrete wall sealing off his brain. He wanted silence. But instead of silence, he felt the sensation of tuning into a much sharper frequency. His new body, surging with energy after being struck by l
Chapter 10: A Mysterious Figure in the Corner of Campus
Raditya walked with a slight limp, not because his legs hurt, but because his brain felt like it had just been soaked in a vat of boiling battery acid. The chaotic aftermath of the cafeteria incident left a parasitic ringing in his skull. Every whisper, every suppressed urge, and every petty grudge he had intercepted was still spinning like a broken record in his mind. Becoming ridiculously hot was a blessing, but being a walking receiver for other people's thoughts was a curse that was driving him to the absolute brink of insanity.He needed silence. He needed a dead zone where this cursed "thought-radio" would stop broadcasting everyone's filthy frequencies.Raditya steered himself toward the back of the old Biology greenhouses. It was Liberty High's ultimate blind spot. There was nothing back there but a row of overgrown oak trees, an old sports equipment shed that rarely got unlocked, and a high brick wall covered in thick ivy. There, in a corner nearly forgotten by the daily high
Chapter 9: A Small Act of Courage in the Cafeteria
The cafeteria at Liberty High during second lunch was an audio hellscape. The smell of lukewarm chili, the grease from the deep fryer, and the sweat of hundreds of teenagers collided to create a suffocating atmosphere. To Raditya, this wasn't just a dining hall; it was a frequency minefield. Ever since the lightning bolt rewired his neural structure, he felt like a radio with a busted antenna; picking up every signal with no way to turn it off.He picked a table in the farthest corner near a broken vending machine, hoping his telepathic range wouldn't catch too much emotional garbage. He just wanted to eat his soggy chicken nuggets without knowing who was cheating on who, or who forgot to wear underwear today. But his new looks made him a magnet. His brain's radar vibrated violently as a group of sophomore girls walked past him.Holy crap, his jawline is so sexy. I just want to lick from his ear all the way down his neck, whispered the internal voice of a girl who looked completely in
Chapter 8: Sudden Popularity and Devious Minds
The second-floor corridor of Liberty High felt like a personal catwalk that afternoon. Every heavy, confident step Raditya took in his boots sent ripples through the crowded hallway. He didn't need to keep his head down or pretend to be deeply engrossed in his phone to avoid getting shoved anymore. Instead, he had become the school's new center of gravity."Oh my god, is that really Raditya?! No way!" whispered a sophomore girl, nearly walking face-first into a bank of lockers because she was too busy staring at his razor-sharp jawline."He's ridiculously hot. I swear, I’d gladly stick a fork in a toaster right now if it meant I'd wake up looking like that," her friend replied, not even blinking.Raditya kept his expression perfectly neutral, but inside, his skull felt like it was going to crack open. His physical transformation was a miracle, but his "psychic hearing" was a bottomless pit of hell. The mental signals from across the corridor battered him without mercy.Damn, his ass l
Chapter 7: A Total Telepathic Failure
The smell of warm, freshly printed photocopies and the sharp chemical stench of dry-erase markers filled the AP Physics classroom. Mr. Vance, a teacher infamous for having a zero-tolerance policy for basically everything, stood at the front of the room with his arms crossed. The eyes behind his thick prescription lenses swept over the room like a predator drone’s camera."You have exactly sixty minutes," Mr. Vance’s voice boomed, making the already terrified students shrink even further into their plastic chairs. "Absolute silence. No sharing calculators, no borrowing erasers. If I see anyone's eyes wander even a millimeter toward their neighbor's desk, I will rip your test into shreds right in front of your face. Understood?!"Raditya stared down at the test packet on his desk. The equations for simple harmonic motion and linear momentum danced across the white paper, looking like a swarm of insects speaking a language he couldn't decipher. A day ago, he would have just accepted his
Chapter 6 The Genius's Secret
The smell of damp old paper and lingering floor disinfectant was Raditya's last line of defense. He stepped inside the Merdeka High School Library hoping for one thing: silence. To him, after the canteen drama that left his brain feeling baked by the collective lust of the entire student body, the library was supposed to be a sanctuary. A temple of quiet where his brain frequency could rest.But Raditya quickly realized that "silence" was the biggest lie on earth. Physically, the library was indeed as quiet as a hero’s grave at midnight, but telepathically, this place was a low-frequency battlefield, sharper and more dangerous.Bu Lia, the chubby librarian with glasses tethered by a chain around her neck, sat behind the circulation desk. Her mouth was busy chewing gum slowly, but her inner voice screamed something completely contradictory to her placid face.Damn it, whose armpit smell is this? Can't these snot-nosed brats go one day without making the library carpet stink even more?
