Calvin stood still amidst the dense, oppressive darkness of the forest, his breath visible in the cold night air. The trees loomed over him like silent sentinels, their twisted branches forming an impenetrable canopy that blocked out even the faintest sliver of moonlight. His every step had led him in circles, the forest seeming to warp and twist around him as if it were a living entity determined to keep him trapped.*I need to find a way out of here,* he thought, frustration gnawing at him. But with no clear direction and no tools at his disposal—his phone missing, likely dropped during the struggle when he was drugged—he was left with only one option. Calvin knew what he had to do, even if it was risky given his weakened state.Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and reached inward, focusing on the energy within him. He summoned the connection to the system that had become a part of his life, the mysterious force that had granted him power beyond ordinary means. *System,* he c

Calvin gritted his teeth as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through his twisted ankle. The throbbing was relentless, each pulse a reminder that he wouldn’t be able to outrun his pursuers. He glanced up the incline he’d just tumbled down. The beams of flashlights flickered closer, casting eerie shadows across the trees as the voices of Han Xin’s men grew louder.*I need to heal this ankle… but they’re too close,* he thought, frustration and fear warring within him. His mind raced, trying to calculate his options. His martial arts skills wouldn’t be enough to fend off the attackers in his current state, and he couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Every second counted.He focused inward, summoning his energy, feeling the familiar warmth of his power surge through his veins. He knew what he had to do—slow down time itself, just enough to give him a chance to heal. But he also knew the risks. Manipulating time while trying to heal his bod

Calvin's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he prepared himself for the next wave of attacks. His body was worn down, his energy nearly depleted, but he knew he couldn’t give up now. The men surrounding him were relentless, their eyes cold and calculating as they advanced. One of them, a stocky man with a sinister grin, pulled out a syringe filled with a sedative, its needle gleaming in the dim light."You're done, Hudson," the man sneered, raising the syringe, ready to fire the tranquilizer.Calvin’s mind raced. He knew he had to act quickly. Summoning what little strength he had left, Calvin extended his hand and focused his energy. He visualized the air around him, compressing it with all his might. The particles responded to his will, condensing into a solid form. A translucent, disk-shaped shield materialized in front of him—thin yet durable, a manifestation of his power.As the man fired the syringe, the needle hurtled toward Calvin with deadly precision. But just before it c

In the dimly lit backseat of the taxi, Calvin leaned closer to Lizzie, his voice barely above a whisper. The night’s events weighed heavily on his mind, and the tension in his voice was unmistakable. "Lizzie," he began, his gaze locked on her, "how did you manage to find me back there? It felt like you came out of nowhere."Lizzie let out a tired sigh, her body sinking further into the worn seat cushions. The adrenaline that had fueled her earlier was now fading, leaving behind a deep exhaustion. She rubbed her temples, trying to find the right words. "It's a long story, Calvin," she replied, her voice soft but laced with fatigue. Her eyes flickered with a mix of relief and worry as she looked at her brother. "But what I found out... it’s not good. Not good at all." Her voice trembled slightly, the gravity of her discovery settling between them like a heavy fog.Calvin’s brow furrowed, and his heart skipped a beat. He could see the fear in Lizzie’s eyes, and it unsettled him even more

As Calvin and Lizzie hurried away from the house, the sharp whizzing sound of a bullet suddenly shattered the night air. It zipped past them, dangerously close, the force of its passage rustling the leaves nearby. Lizzie’s heart pounded as she instinctively ducked and cried, "They’re here!"Calvin's adrenaline surged. He grabbed Lizzie’s hand with a firm grip, his mind racing as he pulled her toward the dense trees lining the edge of their neighborhood. "This way!" he urged, his voice tense but controlled. They sprinted into the foliage, their footsteps almost soundless on the soft earth, yet their breaths came in ragged gasps, heavy with fear and exhaustion.As they darted through the trees, Calvin’s senses heightened. Every rustle of leaves, and every creak of branches seemed to echo in his ears. His eyes darted from shadow to shadow, scanning for any sign of their pursuers. His hand twitched, ready to call upon his powers at the first hint of danger."Where are we going?" Lizzie pa