The morning sun filtered through the trees as Dexter and his team walked away from the wreckage of the Syndicate’s warehouse, their spirits buoyed by their recent victory. They had fought hard, but it was only the beginning of a longer journey to dismantle the remaining pockets of corruption in their city. The air was charged with a mix of adrenaline and hope.Dexter checked his system interface, noting the recent mission completion notifications. He had gained experience points and, to his surprise, a few new skills. The thrill of leveling up always invigorated him. But as he glanced at his team, he knew that this victory would be short-lived without addressing the bigger picture.“Let’s regroup at my place,” Clara suggested as they reached the edge of the forest. “We can debrief and plan our next steps.”“Good idea,” Henry agreed, glancing around cautiously. “We need to make sure they don’t regroup and retaliate.”Once they arrived at Clara’s house, they settled around the dining ta

As the morning sun filtered through his window, Dexter sat at his desk, staring at his system interface. His latest mission lingered in his mind: investigate Dead Skull’s operations, uncover his allies, and prepare for the inevitable confrontation. The tension weighed heavily on him.He grabbed his school uniform, dressed, and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Just another day, huh?" Dexter muttered to himself. But deep down, he knew it was anything but. The thought of Dead Skull watching from the shadows made his skin crawl.When Dexter arrived at school, the corridors buzzed with the usual mix of chatter and activity. As he moved toward his class, a group of older awakeners blocked his path—five of them, their sneering faces lit with malicious glee."Look who it is," said Victor, the self-proclaimed leader of the bullies. He was a grade-C awakener with a bad reputation, always looking for a fight with those beneath him. "The kid everyone thinks is a weakling. How’d you even get into

The two stood across from each other, silence filling the burning ruins of the warehouse. Flames crackled along the edges of collapsed crates, casting flickering shadows over Dead Skull’s masked face. His aura was suffocating, a heavy pressure that seemed to weigh down every breath Dexter took.But Dexter didn’t flinch. He twirled his daggers between his fingers, eyes locked on the terrifying figure in front of him."Any last words, boy?" Dead Skull’s voice was low and cold, like the rumble of distant thunder.Dexter smirked, though his pulse drummed wildly in his ears. "Yeah. You talk too much."Dead Skull’s eyes burned beneath the mask. "I’ll enjoy breaking you."He moved first—faster than anything Dexter had faced before. One second Dead Skull stood across the room; the next, he was inches away, his blade swinging toward Dexter’s neck with deadly precision.[System Alert: Danger! Grade S speed detected.]Dexter barely had time to react, activating Lightning Step to blur out of rang

The Mission BeginsThe night was cold and quiet as Dexter approached the abandoned industrial complex, his breath fogging in the chill air. He stayed low, moving with the grace of a predator, cloaked in shadows. The system pulsed within him, keeping him alert.[System Notification: You are now in a high-risk zone. Mission objectives confirmed—eliminate the three Abyssal Agents before they open the rift.]Dexter’s gaze swept across the crumbling machinery and rusted pipes that stretched into the darkness. Somewhere within these ruins, his targets were waiting. He wasn’t going to give them the chance to strike first.His earpiece buzzed.“You there yet?” The earpiece buzzed again. "Dexter? You better answer. This mission isn't a game," Charlotte’s voice whispered urgently.Dexter tapped his earpiece and responded in a low voice. “I’m in. Keep comms open.”The ruins stretched out before him, filled with corroded machinery and broken pipes. His system’s HUD flashed a warning, marking thr

The streets buzzed with activity as Dexter strolled through the academy gates the next morning. His hoodie was pulled low, hiding his face from the other students who milled about. Whispers followed him wherever he walked—rumors about him spreading like wildfire after the recent events."Did you hear? Dexter took down two powerful twins alone!""Yeah, right. He must've had backup. No way someone like him could handle them on his own.""Maybe the mage cops handled it. He was just there for cleanup."Dexter ignored the gossip, focusing on keeping his breathing steady. The system’s new level-up had changed him—his reflexes were sharper, his strength higher. He could feel the power thrumming beneath his skin, begging to be unleashed. But for now, he had to stay low and avoid attention.As he approached the school building, a group of students blocked his path. They were awakeners—tall, broad-shouldered, and sneering like they owned the place."Hey, look who it is," one of them said, a smu