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
Clark stood panting in the quiet forest, his eyes gleaming with determination as he stared at Vincent. The remnants of the rooftop battle still weighed on his body, but now he had decided to use his full power. Until now, Clark had only used a fraction of his strength while wandering the city at night as a hero, protecting it from hidden evils. But now, facing Vincent, who had grown stronger due to the drug he consumed, Clark knew he could no longer hold back.Vincent, who initially brimmed with confidence from the power gained from the enhancement pill, now felt overwhelmed. Clark seemed different, as if there was a raging fire within him. It wasn’t just physical strength. Vincent could sense it. There was something else, something terrifying about Clark.Raising his hand, Clark summoned the fire he had kept hidden for so long. It roared fiercely, dancing around his body, emitting such intense heat that the grass beneath him began to burn. Vincent took a few steps back, his expressio
After losing his mother, Alex’s life changed drastically. He no longer had the drive to continue school. His mother’s death left a wound too deep, creating a void that was hard to fill. Every corner of the house reminded him of her—her smile, her voice, and all the beautiful memories that now felt painful. His father, Morgan, though trying to stay strong, couldn’t fully accept the bitter reality either. Both of them were drowning in an overwhelming grief.Yet, beneath his sorrow, Morgan felt something gnawing at his mind. The accident that took his wife’s life had happened so suddenly. The car was smashed by a truck, leaving their family in deep sorrow. Although the police report stated it was a pure traffic accident, Morgan couldn’t simply accept that conclusion. There was something unseen, and he felt compelled to find it.Driven by his intuition, Morgan began to move. He used every connection he had as a businessman to gather information about the truck that crashed into his wife’s