Supreme Awakening Of The General's Lost Son

Chapter 2

When Dean returned home, his sick foster mother, Mrs. Martha, sat up on the couch, a look of concern etched on her face.

She tried to read Dean's facial expression, and Dean could tell she was worried.

"How was it, Dean?" Mrs. Martha asked, her voice weak but full of love.

Dean forced a smile, not wanting to bother her with the details. "She accepted," he said, trying to sound cheerful.

Mrs. Thompson's face lit up with a warm smile. "Oh, congratulations, Dean! I'm so happy for you."

Dean felt a pang of guilt for not telling her the whole truth. He didn't want to worry her, but he knew he had to come clean eventually.

The rest of the day, Dean spent hours reading articles online about how to awaken a strong ability.

He practiced different techniques, trying to calm his mind and focus his energy. He was determined to awaken at least a C-rank ability, no matter what it took.

The next day, he arrived at the military school, his heart beating fast with nervousness.

The school was a sprawling complex of modern buildings, with sleek lines and futuristic architecture. The campus was buzzing with students, all chatting and laughing as they made their way to the Grand Hall.

As Dean entered the Grand Hall, he was amazed by the sheer scale of the room. The ceiling soared above him, and the walls were lined with futuristic machines that whirred and hummed softly.

At the front of the room, a male teacher and a female teacher stood on a raised platform, while the students gathered below, listening attentively.

The male teacher, Mr. Johnson, introduced himself and the female teacher, Ms. Rodriguez. "Welcome, students, to the military academy, where you'll be spending the next two years.

Today is a momentous occasion, as you'll be discovering your hidden abilities. Please follow our second-year student, who will lead you through the process."

A tall, confident student stepped forward, introducing himself as Marcus. "Follow me, please," he said, leading the students to the ability testing machine.

The machine was a large, glass box with a door that slide open with a soft hiss.

Students were asked to step inside, and as they did, the box lit up with a soft, blue glow.

The door closed, and the machine hummed softly for a few moments before the door opened again.

Ms. Rodriguez held a tablet device in her hands, which displayed the test results, and as each student emerged from the machine, she announced their ability and its rank. "Ah, Delilah, you've awakened a C-rank ability in telekinesis! Congratulations!"

Delilah beamed with pride, holding up her wrist to show off the watch which was offered by the academy, which displayed her ability and its rank.

Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy for her

It finally came to Dean's turn. He looked towards Delilah's way, and she gave him a thumbs up and mouth the words “”you got this Dean.”

Dean smiled and took a deep breath. “I won't disappoint you, Delilah,” he said to himself as he headed to the machine with determination.

But when he emerged from the machine, Ms. Rodriguez's expression was sympathetic. "I'm afraid you've awakened an F-rank ability in gardening, Dean. Don't worry, though - every ability has its uses, and you can always work to improve your rank."

Immediately, the entire hall was filled with laughter.

“An ability in gardening? I have never heard of such a pathetic ability before.” One student from the crowd commented.

“Dude! What is he good at, farming?” Another student added.

Dean's face burned with humiliation as he was the center of the laughter. He felt very disappointed.

“That closes the ability testing ceremony, see you all tomorrow.” The teachers said as they left the hall.

Dean shook his head as a tear dropped down from his eye. He looked down at the watch on his wrist, which displayed his ability and its rank. He couldn't help but grind his teeth.

“Damnit, what have I done to the world to deserve this?” He asked himself as he turned to check on Delilah.

He saw her approaching him with a look of disappointment and immediately realized that this won't end well.

“I am sorry, Delilah, I have failed you. I couldn't keep my promise, but I promise I'll make it up to you.” He said in a pleading tone, hoping Delilah would calm down.

However, Delilah took off the ring from her finger and threw it on the ground. “Another promise?” she asked. “What makes you think I will believe you again if you couldn't keep your first promise?”

“But…” Dean tried to speak but Delilah cut him halfway.

"Dean, I am sorry," she said, her voice firm but cold. "But I don't think we're compatible anymore. You're just not good enough for me."

Dean felt like he had been punched in the gut once again. He couldn't believe that Delilah was breaking up with him, especially after he had proposed to her just the day before.

However, before he could even process what was happening, Blake Monroe stepped forward, a smug look on his face.

"Hey, Delilah Emberfell, now that you're free, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.

Delilah smiled, and Dean felt his heart sink. "I'd love to, Blake," she said, and the two of them shared a kiss.

Dean felt like he was in a nightmare. He couldn't believe that Delilah was moving on so quickly, and with someone like Blake, who had always been a rival to him.

Even though Blake just awakened an A-ranked Fire ability like that of his family, and his father was the second in command of the Elite Forces, it still wasn't reason enough for Delilah to just throw years of building a relationship with just a single set back.

In a desperate attempt to win Delilah back, Dean crept on his knees towards her, “please Delilah, I truly love you. I didn't mean to hurt you, please forgive me and reconsider.”

But before he could even reach her, Blake brutally pushed him away.

"You're pathetic, Dean," Blake sneered. "You're not even worthy of Delilah's attention. Can't you tell the difference between both of you?" He asked, pointing at Dean's cheap clothes.

“You both come from two different worlds, with her worthy to be treated as a queen, and you, just a mere slave.”

Everyone burst into laughter once again.

However, Dean ignored Blake's words and moved closer to Delilah once more to plead. He believed she could change her mind.

He loved her so much, and had so many plans for them. He couldn't imagine his life without her.

However, trying to touch Delilah, Blake pushed his hands away “I said keep your filthy hands away from her.” He barked.

Dean's anger boiled over, and he charged at Blake. The two of them clashed, and a fight broke out. Blake's goonies, Sam and Jerry, joined in, and soon Dean was surrounded.

Despite his best efforts, Dean was no match for Blake's A-ranked fire ability. He was beaten mercilessly, his legs and arms broken before the school authorities finally arrived to break up the fight.

As Dean lay helpless on the ground, he saw Delilah and Blake walking away, arm in arm.

He felt a sense of despair wash over him, and he wondered if he would ever be able to recover from this humiliation.

The school authorities took Dean to the school hospital, where he was healed by A-ranked Healing ability users.

As he lay in bed, his body slowly healing, Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. He would not let this defeat him.

" I will train harder than ever before, and I will prove to Delilah that I am worthy of respect."