The Rise of Max bladeheart

Chapter 6: Powerflow Channeling

Chapter 6: Powerflow Channeling

As Max steadied his breath, he recalled the notification that had appeared moments ago.

"Daily task?"

A moment later, the system responded.

[Daily tasks can be found in the missions panel.]

"Missions?" Max furrowed his brows as he reflected on the system interface. "Oh, I didn't check everything before. Missions were listed after abilities, I think."

Without hesitation, he focused his thoughts.

"System Interface!"

A soft chime echoed in his mind.

[Host Stats] [Skills & Techniques] [Powerflows] [Missions] [Shop]

The translucent panel materialized before his eyes, its smooth, metallic sheen hovering in mid-air. He didn't waste a second before directing his attention.

"Missions!"

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[Missions]

Daily

Weekly

Monthly

Yearly

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Max scrutinized the categories closely.

"Missions… aren’t these just like quests in those old games? You complete them and get rewards. But why are they divided into daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly?"

His eyes narrowed as he analyzed the screen. After a moment, he made a decision.

"Daily!"

The interface shifted again.

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[Daily Missions]

Today's Tasks (1/3):

✔ Run 3km (Completed)

❌ Climb 20 meters (Progress: 0/20m)

❌ Carry a total of 150 kilograms (Progress: 0/150kg)

< Completion Reward: +5 Attribute Points >

< Failure Penalty: (Hidden!) Will be revealed upon failure. >

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The surprise widened Max's eyes until they almost dislodged from his face.

"Climb twenty meters? The system demands me to lift one hundred and fifty kilos? Am I being punished to death by this system? The weight of twenty kilos exceeds my strength while the hundred and fifty kilos seem impossible to lift.

His hands tightened without warning as his heart raced with frustration. He fought to suppress the sound of frustration that rose in his throat.

Those born with Powerflows demonstrated superior strength compared to ordinary humans even when their Powerflow rating was minimal. Max stood apart from other seventeen-year-olds because his physical strength fell below average. His abilities were pitifully underwhelming.

He failed to recognize the gradual transformation taking place inside his body. Since the system connected with him his body developed into a strength level matching that of an average adult male. His ability to run to school without fatigue stemmed from the strength he gained after the system bonded with him.

He dismissed the interface with a wave and closed it before he could see the reward and penalty information.

The classroom atmosphere had just reached a state of calmness. The teacher who was about to finish his lesson made way for another instructor to enter.

A woman with silver-gray hair reaching her shoulders entered the room with her tall stature. The fitted emerald-green dress revealed itself beneath her unbuttoned brown leather jacket which she wore over her shoulders.

When she entered the classroom a wave of whispers spread across the students.

"Miss Raelyn!"

The students’ voices carried excitement.

The academy's most respected and powerful teacher held a Kilo-ranked Powerflow ability with Grade-B Powerflow Affinity. People who held Powerflow Affinities at Grade-B or higher received deep respect from others.

The male instructor who was leaving the classroom showed brief respect to her with a nod as he walked by. She gave a quick acknowledgment before walking toward the front of the room.

Max’s lips curled slightly.

Miss Raelyn showed no signs of hostility toward him unlike the other instructors at the academy. She showed minimal emotional reactions throughout her interactions.

Her face remained impassive, distant, and professional. She taught with precision, avoiding favoritism.

And she was their instructor for Powerflow Channeling.

Max admired her teaching. Even though he lacked a Powerflow and couldn’t channel energy like the rest, he still found her lessons to be the most comprehensible.

Without acknowledging the students’ murmuring, she got straight to business.

"For the past three weeks, I have been guiding you on channeling your Powerflow to the third conduit," she stated.

Her sharp gaze swept over the class.

"If you have followed my instructions correctly, your Powerflow should now be connected to the third conduit."

A quiet buzz spread across the room. Many students sat up straighter, anticipation gleaming in their eyes.

"When I call your name, step forward for your Powerflow Channeling assessment."

Excitement flickered through the classroom.

"Riya Vailor."

A short girl with vivid green hair and round-lensed glasses stood from the front row. She adjusted her sleeves before stepping forward.

She halted in front of Miss Raelyn, maintaining a poised stance.

"Extend your arm," Miss Raelyn instructed.

Riya obeyed immediately, stretching out her right arm.

With a swift, deliberate motion, Miss Raelyn grasped her wrist between two fingers—index and thumb.

A second later, she released her grip.

"Successful—third conduit unlocked."

A rare flicker of approval passed through Miss Raelyn’s eyes as Riya’s lips parted into a bright smile.

"Ouuu! That’s our Riya!"

"I knew she’d pass!"

Several students, mostly girls, cheered for her.

Miss Raelyn simply nodded. "Return to your seat."

Riya beamed as she turned back.

"Gila Andros."

The next student, another girl, stepped forward.

The result was the same. She, too, had successfully linked her Powerflow to the third conduit.

One after another, students were assessed.

The Importance of Powerflow Channeling

Powerflow Channeling was the foundation of a wielder’s abilities. The energy coursing through their veins wasn’t automatically accessible at birth. It existed in a latent state, requiring methodical guidance.

Without proper channeling, even those born with high-tier Powerflows would struggle to harness their full potential.

This was where ranking became crucial.

Even someone with a Grade-B Powerflow could lose to a lower-tier wielder if their Powerflow channeling was inefficient. Growth depended on expanding both the quantity and quality of energy channeled.

Every wielder had to master the first four conduits in their body before officially reaching the baseline rank—Zeta.

Only after linking all four conduits could they be recognized as Zeta-ranked Powerflow Wielders.

While Miss Raelyn continued her assessments in Class 3C, another evaluation was unfolding elsewhere in the academy.

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Middle Division – Powerflow Training Grounds

The academy’s training complex resembled a stadium, with seats encircling a vast combat arena.

Hundreds of younger students, ranging from ages ten to thirteen, were seated in the spectator stands.

At the center of the arena, a young boy was engaged in battle—facing off against a trio of humanoid combat droids.

He moved with remarkable fluidity, evading and countering with precise bursts of energy.

Female students watched in awe, while the boys observed with envy. The droids, modeled after Zeta-ranked combatants, struggled against the boy’s relentless offense.

In one section of the stands, four individuals sat together, watching intently.

Two of them had their mouths agape in disbelief. The other two wore smug expressions.

Their attire and demeanor exuded prestige. It was clear they belonged to powerful circles.

Yet, at this moment, two of them looked utterly stunned.

"This… how is this even possible?" one of them muttered.

He was a bald man with a trimmed brown beard, seated on the right.

"Those droids are Level-3 AI, designed to mimic the strength of a Zeta-ranked wielder. That child shouldn’t even be able to hold his own, yet he’s overwhelming them!"

Another man, his black hair slicked back, shook his head in amazement.

A third individual adjusted his glasses, smirking slightly. His long black coat draped over a blue undershirt.

"Inspector Dalen, Inspector Bronn," he addressed them, his voice smooth. "I told you before—this boy is special. But you wouldn’t believe me."

The bald man—Inspector Dalen—exhaled sharply.

"Principal Wren, can you blame us?" he scoffed. "How were we supposed to believe a ten-year-old had already reached Zeta-rank?"