Clark walked out of the building where he had tried to apply for a job, feeling a deepening sense of frustration. He had gone through the interview process fairly well—or at least that’s what he thought—but everything fell apart when he was asked to show his ID. Clark froze for a moment, realizing that he still didn’t have a valid official ID, and all the plans he had made to get a job seemed to crumble in an instant.As he walked away from the building, Clark’s mind drifted back to his early days in school when Alex had helped him get in with a fake identity. At that time, Alex used his connections to arrange everything easily. Clark was very grateful for that help, but now, without Alex by his side, he felt completely alone and confused.Clark stood on the sidewalk, staring at the traffic passing by in front of him. He didn’t know what to do. Without a valid ID, there was almost no chance for him to get a job or live a normal life. Frustration overwhelmed him as he pondered how diff
In Julian's luxurious office, the atmosphere was filled with energy and positive vibes. The room was decorated with a modern and elegant touch, complete with luxurious furniture and cutting-edge technology. In one corner of the room, there was a large desk covered with important reports, graphs, and various other documents. Julian, seemingly very satisfied, stood in front of the desk while looking at the computer screen displaying the latest test results.With a wide smile on his face, Julian saw the results he had been waiting for all this time. The drug developed by his team had finally shown significant success. The latest trial results demonstrated the drug's effectiveness far exceeding their initial expectations. This was a major achievement that would not only strengthen his position in the market but also open new opportunities in the world of pharmaceutical research and development.Julian picked up his phone and called one of his subordinates, a man with an unusual ability fo
In his bedroom, Alex woke up with a sense of unease. Something was bothering him, though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. His heart felt heavy, as if something bad was happening. He tried to ignore the feeling, but it continued to haunt him.His phone, lying next to the bed, suddenly vibrated. He reached for it, his eyes still half-closed, thinking it might just be a regular message from a friend or a random notification. However, when he saw the screen, his name appeared—a number he didn’t recognize.“What’s this?” Alex thought for a moment, hesitating whether to answer the call or not. But the uneasy feeling grew stronger, and he finally decided to pick up.“Hello?” Alex’s voice was hoarse from just waking up.“Is this Alex?” The voice on the other end sounded serious, making Alex more alert.“Yes, this is me. Who’s this?” Alex asked, suddenly feeling tense.“This is from Central Hospital,” the voice responded, with a tone that was firm yet filled with sympathy. “We regret to infor
In a vast and majestic room, Julian sat calmly behind a large desk made of expensive mahogany wood. The room was silent, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning breaking the stillness. But the calm was deceptive—there was a dark aura enveloping the room, something that made everyone who entered feel anxious and uneasy.Julian, with his upright posture and authoritative face, stared at the monitor in front of him. On the screen were surveillance images showing Dr. Elena going about her activities, up until the tragic moment before the accident that claimed her life. Julian showed no emotion as he watched the images; his face remained calm, but there was a cold gleam in his eyes that hinted at the cruelty hidden beneath his composed demeanor.A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Julian turned his head, and without saying a word, he signaled for the person outside to enter. The door opened, and a burly man with a hardened face stepped inside. He was one of Julian’s loyal su
Clark stood in the midst of a sea of mourners, his heart heavy with grief. The sky was overcast, reflecting the sorrow that enveloped the gathering. The funeral was held at a quiet cemetery on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by tall, ancient trees that seemed to bow in mourning. The air was thick with the scent of freshly dug earth and the murmurs of voices speaking in hushed tones.As Clark looked around, he noticed the somber expressions of those who had come to pay their last respects. Many of them were family friends of Alex, colleagues of Dr. Elena, and acquaintances who knew her as a brilliant researcher and a kind soul. Their eyes were red and swollen from crying, their voices low as they offered condolences to Alex and his father, Morgan Dawson.Morgan stood at the head of the coffin, usually strong and composed, but now shattered by the loss of his beloved wife. He wore his usual impeccable black suit, but his face was pale and his eyes vacant. He seemed lost in his own
The next morning, Clark walked through the school gates with a storm of thoughts swirling in his head. His face looked tense, and his heart was pounding, a mixture of anger and determination. All night, he had been trying to piece together the oddities Elena had reported. He was attempting to solve the puzzle that had suddenly taken over his life.The death of Alex’s mother, Dr. Elena, was too coincidental. A brilliant biomedical researcher whose work was crucial, suddenly dead in a tragic accident? It didn’t make sense to Clark. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was no accident.And now, the system's quest. The system had tasked him with "taking down the bullies," and this seemed more important than just an ordinary school fight. Clark was convinced that Vincent, the leader of the bullies, knew something important—perhaps more than Vincent himself realized.Clark walked through the crowded school hallways, his eyes searching for signs of Vincent's whereabouts. As he passed by g
Under the darkening sky, the school rooftop stood as the silent witness to the intense battle between Vincent and Clark. The wind howled, as if amplifying the tension between them. They faced each other, eyes locked with hatred. Vincent, with his body strengthened by a special pill he had consumed, radiated an aura of terrifying power. His muscles bulged, as if ready to explode at any moment. Meanwhile, Clark, though his body had not changed drastically, bore a confident look that radiated mysterious power from the system he had obtained.“I won’t let you win this time, Clark,” Vincent said mockingly, clenching his fists and feeling the surge of new power coursing through his body. "This is my true strength."Clark, with a faint smile, met his gaze without fear. “Do you think that pill is enough to defeat me? I'll show you what real power is.”Without warning, Vincent shot forward. His movement was so fast, the rushing wind roared behind him. His massive fist aimed straight for Clark'
The calm atmosphere inside the school suddenly turned tense. The walls shook, and the floor trembled beneath the students' feet. The heavy vibrations didn’t escape anyone’s attention. Some students, who were in classrooms or the hallways, paused, exchanging confused and anxious looks.“What’s happening?” asked one student, holding onto a shaking door.“An earthquake, maybe?” replied another, uncertain. But they all knew that this was strange; it felt more like strong impacts, not a typical earthquake.Panic-stricken screams began to echo from different directions, and in an instant, the school was in chaos. Students ran out of their classrooms, leaving their books and bags behind, focusing only on getting themselves to safety. The hallways filled with hurried footsteps, anxious faces, and whispers of fear that spread like wildfire.Some students began to exit the building, gathering in the courtyard. They looked up at the roof, where loud crashes and vibrations grew more intense. From