The slums were a stark contrast to the towering skyscrapers downtown. Broken streetlights cast uneven shadows, and the air smelled of decay and desperation. Shadow kept to the alleys, his eyes scanning every movement while Ghost stayed alert at his side.As they approached the mission location, muffled voices reached his ears. He edged closer, peering around a corner to find three men cornering a young woman against a crumbling wall.“Empty your bag,” one of the men snarled, brandishing a knife. “Now.”The woman’s hands trembled as she clutched her bag tightly, her voice barely audible. “P-please, I don’t have much…”Shadow’s jaw tightened. He’d seen this scene before—too many times. It wasn’t just a mugging; it was a power play. These men thrived on fear, and the woman

Isa’s smile faded. "What’s your problem? I’m just trying to get by, same as you."   Azlan’s voice rose. "Yeah, but you’re using it like a cheat code! This isn’t a game, Isa. The more you rely on it, the more it’s gonna cost you!"   Isa stepped closer, his own temper flaring. "And you think overworking yourself like a robot is any better? At least I’m not pretending to be perfect."   Their argument drew the attention of Stacy, who watched them from the bleachers. She narrowed her eyes. "Those two are hiding something," she murmured to herself.   Joseph jogged over to Isa, interrupting the tension with an exaggerated stretch. "Yo,

Isa nodded, using his System to increase Malik’s speed by +1. The effect was immediate—Malik zipped past two defenders and sent a perfect cross into the box.   Azlan was already there, leaping higher than anyone else to head the ball into the net.   The small crowd watching the game erupted in cheers.   “Nice one!” Isa shouted, clapping Azlan on the back.   Azlan just nodded, his focus unshaken.   ---  With the score tied, tensions were high. The older students, now visibly frustrated, started playing even ro