Clark sat on a bench in the quiet city park. The park was illuminated by soft lights, yet the rain still made him shiver with cold.
Clark didn’t know where to go as the day grew darker. The serene park contrasted sharply with the chaos that had recently engulfed his life. Clark then opened the system and tried to understand it better. What was he supposed to do now? The system should have given him something, like a quest or food, as Clark was beginning to feel hunger. As Clark pondered his new life, the system’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind, "Welcome to the Gaia System. Your initial power is minimal but will increase as you complete missions. Use your abilities wisely to achieve your goals." Clark was confused. He had been given a second chance with mysterious powers, but so far, there had been no significant changes. He felt neither stronger nor more capable—just bewildered and cautious. He scrolled through the holographic interface, trying to understand how to use this power and what it meant for him. As Clark reflected on the system’s hints, a commotion nearby caught his attention. He saw a group of bigger teenagers surrounding a smaller, timid boy. The bullies pushed him around, taunted, and laughed, their actions causing the boy to look anxious and terrified. The system's voice cut through his thoughts abruptly. “Mission Assigned: Protect the bullied student. Reward: Power increase and additional resources.” Clark’s heart raced. Finally, a quest had appeared. Seeing the injustice before him stirred the same anger that drove Clark to seek revenge. Now that the system had given him an opportunity, he would prove himself through action. He stood up and approached the scene, his resolve strengthening with each step. “Hey! Leave him alone!” Clark shouted firmly. The bullies turned, their expressions a mix of surprise and mockery. “Who are you?” one of the bullies sneered, flexing his fists. The other two exchanged cynical glances, clearly underestimating Clark. “I’m someone who won’t let you get away with this,” Clark said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. The situation quickly escalated. The three bullies, all muscular and tall, surrounded Clark with clear intent. Even though Clark’s body was thin and appeared frail, he felt an unusual surge of energy. This was a small portion of the power the system had promised. He clenched his fists, ready to fight. “Beat him up!” one of the bullies ordered. The fight was brutal. The bullies were strong and ruthless, but Clark’s new abilities gave him an edge. His movements were faster and his strength greater than it appeared. Each punch and kick he delivered seemed to have a more significant impact, causing his opponents to stagger. Despite facing a one-sided fight, Clark managed to keep up with the bullies. His strikes became more precise, and he used his surroundings to his advantage, knocking over trash cans and using the park bench as a shield. While dodging and attacking, Clark delivered accurate blows. After a grueling struggle, he succeeded in driving the bullies away, leaving them retreating with embarrassment and sore bodies. The park grew quiet again, and the bullied boy, who had been huddled on the ground, stared at Clark with wide eyes. “T-Thank you,” the boy stammered, still visibly shaken but grateful. “No problem,” Clark replied, taking a deep breath. “Are you okay?” The boy nodded, still looking a bit confused. “Yeah, I think so. You really helped me. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t come.” Clark offered a reassuring smile. “I’m glad I could help. What’s your name?” “Alex,” the boy said. “Alex Dawson. And you…?” “Clark,” he replied. “Just Clark.” Alex seemed to sense Clark’s exhaustion and offered, “Would you like to come to my house? My parents are out of town today. I’d like to make it up to you with a dinner.” Clark hesitated but accepted the offer. He needed to learn more about his new situation and was in no position to refuse help. Besides, he was indeed very hungry. “Alright. Thank you,” Clark said. He then followed Alex. Upon arriving at Alex’s large and luxurious home, Clark was surprised to see that Alex was wealthier than he had imagined. This was a stark contrast to his current state as a vagrant. Clark also felt fortunate that Alex’s parents were not home. “I didn’t know you were this rich,” Clark said candidly. Alex smiled, a bit bitter. “Unfortunately, my wealth doesn’t protect me from bullying. They just target me more because of the money I have.” Clark looked at Alex. A sad expression was clearly visible on Alex’s face. Perhaps, Alex had been living this way for too long. As Clark observed his surroundings, the system’s voice suddenly rang out again, providing an unexpected quest. The system gave Clark a quest to befriend Alex. Clark wondered why the system wanted him to befriend Alex. What was the benefit? While Clark was puzzled, Alex suddenly made a proposition. “Sorry if this sounds rude, but do you have a home?” Clark didn’t hesitate to answer. “I don’t have a home. I’m just living on the streets.” Alex smiled. “What if you stay here and be my friend? I’ll treat you well.” Clark thought for a moment. All of this was coming suddenly. When he was hungry and without a place to stay, Alex offered unexpected help. Was this the system’s influence or just coincidence? Clark didn’t know which was true, but he had no other options at the moment. Clark smiled and nodded. “Alright. I’ll accept your offer.” The beginning of Alex and Clark’s acquaintance would mark the start of their long and perilous journey. ***Clark and Alex sat in the school sports field bleachers, enjoying the calm atmosphere of the afternoon. They chatted about everyday happenings when Clark's attention was suddenly drawn to a girl practicing on the field. The girl moved with incredible speed, as if she was flying across the field. Every movement was agile and graceful, making Clark unable to suppress his curiosity. "Alex, look at that girl. Does she always train like this?" Clark asked, pointing towards the girl. Alex followed Clark's gaze. "She's known for her incredible speed. She's even the star of the school's athletics team." Clark nodded, observing closely. The girl indeed had an almost unbelievable speed. However, while they were watching, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. A man dressed in black appeared from the corner of the field, followed by several others, also dressed in black. They moved with quick, tense steps, as if they had a clear purpose. Clark sensed something was wrong and immediately he
In the past few days, Alex hadn't been going to school. Clark had been worried since Alex had been staying with him after Clark saved him from the bullies weeks ago. They had moved in together, and Clark felt a strong sense of responsibility to protect his friend. That day, Clark came home early from his training and entered the house. Alex was sitting in the living room, looking dejected and anxious. Clark could sense the heavy atmosphere around him. "Alex, what's wrong? Why haven't you been going to school?" Clark asked with concern. He felt it was time to get involved. Alex sighed heavily, staring at the floor. "I'm scared, Clark. The bullies... they keep finding ways to make my life miserable. I don't know what to do." Clark felt a deep sympathy for his friend. Although he had tried to protect Alex, the threat seemed far from over. Clark decided that he needed to help Alex. In recent weeks, Clark had also been studying a new power he gained after rescuing Elena. This pow
The evening sky began to fade as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The noisy chatter of students hurrying home echoed down the school halls, but for Alex, these were the most terrifying moments. On his way home, he tried to avoid people's gazes, hiding his pale and anxious face under the hood of his jacket. However, as usual, bad luck always found him. "Hey, look who we have here!" the rough voice broke the silence, making Alex tremble. Five large figures emerged from the shadows, with sinister smiles plastered on their faces. They were the bullies who had relentlessly made Alex's life a living hell. "Looks like he's trying to avoid us," one of them, a tall teenager with messy blonde hair, grabbed Alex's shoulder firmly, causing him to flinch. Alex swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, but his trembling body betrayed him. "Clark? Are you just going to stand there?" Alex knew he was a coward, but he hoped this time Clark would come to his aid again. "So, th
A loud thud echoed in the dark room filled with the stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The gang members who had lost the fight against Clark now knelt on the floor, their bodies trembling with fear. Standing before them, the gang leader, a large teenager with a gaze filled with rage, stood with clenched fists. His face was flushed with anger, and he didn't hesitate to rain down punches and kicks on his subordinates. "You're all cowards!" he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Five against one, and you still lost? Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?!" Each word that left his mouth was accompanied by a kick to one of them, who could only groan in pain, too afraid to fight back. The shame and anger he felt were unbearable. All this time, he had been the ruler of the school, bullying whoever he wanted without anyone daring to oppose him. But a scrawny kid like Clark, whom he never even considered a threat, had made him look like a fool in front of everyone. It
After school, Clark and Alex made their way to the basketball court with steady steps. There, they were greeted by an unusual sight—a crowd of people already waiting. Their numbers were so overwhelming that Alex and Clark found it difficult to count how many had gathered. Alex felt nervous, fearful of what might happen. "Clark, what should we do? This isn't like usual," Alex whispered, his voice trembling. Clark turned to him, his face calm. "Don't worry, Alex. I'm here. No one will touch you. If they try anything, I'll handle it." In the middle of the crowd, a tall man with prominent muscles under his basketball uniform stepped forward. His eyes were sharp, filled with determination. The man was Vincent Hayes, the school basketball team captain and leader of the Black Vipers gang. "So, this is our new hero," Vincent said sarcastically, his gaze locking onto Clark. "Do you think just because you took down some of my guys, you can take on all of us?" Clark didn't flinch. He stared
In a skyscraper, a 40-year-old man stands behind a large glass window. His gaze is directed downward, but he is not enjoying the city view; instead, he is focused on the system interface he has been observing for years. As he lights a cigarette with a flame created by his fingers, memories of his first murder resurface. The memory is vivid and disturbing. He recalls the cold sweat on his palms and the rapid heartbeat as he prepared for his first kill. The target was a man living alone in a small apartment. The task seemed simple but felt like stepping into an unknown darkness. He felt waves of anxiety, his hands trembling as he approached the man’s residence. The apartment door creaked ominously as he opened it, revealing a completely unsuspecting target. The fear was palpable, yet there was also a strange, indescribable thrill. Each step closer brought a rush of adrenaline, heightening his senses and pushing aside his fear. When the job was done and he saw the life fading from his
The next morning, Alex decided not to go to school. His fear of facing the zombie-like people was too great. Clark followed Alex's decision and stayed home to rest. They sat in the living room, watching the news on television with confused expressions. "Clark, look at this news," Alex said, pointing to the TV screen. "It’s similar to what we faced yesterday. What exactly is happening with those people?" Clark frowned. "I don’t know either, Alex. They seem to be experiencing something that makes them not feel pain or injury. It’s very suspicious." The news showed CCTV footage of several young people doing crazy things—some throwing themselves into traffic, others jumping off buildings. Strangely, they got up and ran as if nothing had happened. Several witnesses corroborated the reports, adding details about how the people did not show any signs of pain. Alex looked at Clark with worried eyes. "Is there some kind of zombie outbreak hitting our city?" Clark squinted. "Do you believe
In his grand office building, Julian Drake sat in his workspace with a troubled expression. The news about a body found at the bottom of a pool and the failed mission to eliminate Clark Walker only added to his confusion. Julian felt frustrated because he had not yet completed the quest that required him to eliminate Clark Walker. Julian summoned one of his executives, Cole. The man appeared respectfully, bowing before Julian. Julian immediately asked if Cole had truly killed Clark Walker as ordered. Cole answered with full confidence, “Sir, I assure you that Clark Walker has been eliminated. I completed my task as instructed.” However, Julian felt increasingly bewildered. If Cole had killed Clark Walker, then who else needed to be eliminated? And if Clark Walker was already dead, why was the quest still showing up on his system screen? Julian kept wondering who Clark Walker really was and where the man could be. *** Meanwhile, at Alex’s house, Clark began a deep investigation in