Inside a sprawling, modern tent filled with futuristic equipment, a wise old man sat motionless in his maglev wheelchair. The antiseptic smell filled the inside of the tent.Two soldiers hastily approached the elderly man, their voices echoing with urgency. "General Alex," they said, "the President requires your presence for a crucial address about our world's future. The people already await you." With respectful care, they began to push the old man's floating wheelchair out of the tent.General Alex, his body rigid and unresponsive, seemed trapped in his own form, a prisoner of paralysis, unable to react or move on his own.Emerging from the tent, they were greeted by a tumultuous roar under the bright sun and scorching heat. Shouts of "Alex, Alex, Alex..." filled the air. The scene unfolded in a colossal stadium, reminiscent of a grand football arena, now swarming with an ecstatic crowd, each member vociferously chanting the old man's name. Numerous banners adorned the stadium, all

Yelica's ability, now manifested as a seal symbol on my back, was known as the Pact Maker or Notary, belonging to the Protection and Preservation category. It dealt with forging pacts between ability users. The potential of this ability was frightening; it could even create a binding contract with monsters. In time, those with this ability would become almost invincible, wielding immense influence.My first target was a woman named Helena, around 32 years old, who had arrived at the facility a month ago. I remembered her distinctly.As I approached her dormitory, she opened the door, revealing a room shared with three other women."What are you doing here, Alex?" she asked with a hint of curiosity."I think I've started to understand my ability," I quickly said, seizing the opportunity. "Can we talk in private for a moment? Maybe in the garden?"Helena followed me out of the dormitory, her steps hesitant yet determined, as we made our way to the school garden, a serene spot not far fr

Howard towered over me, a giant compared to my own stature. At 24 years old, he, along with Al and Tom from his gang, were intimidating figures. I, much younger than them, seemed like an easy target for their bullying. With a rough grip, Howard grabbed my clothes and dragged me back to the gym. He threw me into the hall with a force, cause a painful to my bone and body, that reminded me of the knock-out blow he had delivered just yesterday.As I lay on the gym floor, Howard stripped off his shirt, ready to launch another attack. Anger surged within me. "Do you think it's fun to bully a weak guy like me, coward?" I challenged, my voice a mixture of rage and defiance. In my previous life, they had bullied me relentlessly for six months, only stopping after I moved to another research facility.I remembered the reports I had read about them on the front lines. These reports spoke of how they would sacrifice new, powerless recruits to monsters, using them as mere bait.Howard, with his st

Desperate, he nodded quickly.[Pact is sealed, choose one of the 6 types of your healing abilities to exchange with his ability.]As I stood before the man, I swiftly made my choice from the six abilities in my possession, deciding to give him a mere 10% of one of my healing abilities. Watching closely, I noticed the symbol on his hand begin to transform. “The deal is done. You can heal your wound now,” I informed him.He struggled to activate the healing power, but in his haste, he overlooked a crucial detail."We made a deal, but it seems you forgot one important thing," I said, my voice carrying a cold edge as I looked down at him.“What is that?” he asked, confusion and fear mingling in his eyes.“I never agreed not to kill you.”With a swift motion, I plunged my knife into his heart. He perished, the meager 10% healing ability going to waste. But I had acquired what I wanted.“Space storage,” I commanded, activating the new ability I had just obtained from him. It was a remarkabl

As I ran toward the monster up ahead, my overthinking ability kicked in, enabling me to think as if I were two people. One perspective utilized a far-sight ability, providing me with a bird's-eye view and creating a mini-map-like image centered on me. My surroundings comprised a not-too-vast forest, featuring a small hill and woodland on the city's outskirts. This allowed me to track the nearest monster's movements if they pursued me.Concurrently, my other self focused on formulating a strategy to attract the beast's attention. With my keen, far-sighted vision, I could clearly make out the creature. They had four legs, or possibly more, and seemed to lack intelligence.In the record of the monster and beast information that attacked Earth, they were mostly divided into three broad categories: non-intelligent beasts, which typically had four legs or more and mostly moved by instinct like animals; intelligent monsters, mostly with two legs, possessing the ability to think and use weapo