đź“– Chapter 2: A World That Rejects MeÂ
The morning came… but it didn't feel like a new beginning.
It felt heavy.
Like the world itself was pressing down on him.
He opened his eyes slowly.
The ceiling above him was cracked.
Old.
Lifeless.
Just like everything else in his life.
"Another day…" he whispered.
No excitement.
No hope.
Only emptiness.
He sat up.
His body still ached from yesterday.
The bruises hadn't healed yet.
But pain was nothing new.
He was used to it.
Outside, voices echoed.
Laughter.
Happy voices.
People living normal lives.
He clenched his fists.
"Why… not me?"
He stepped outside.
The sunlight hit his face, but it didn't warm him.
It only made everything clearer.
People looked at him.
Then quickly looked away.
Some whispered.
Some smirked.
"Look, it's him…"
"The useless one…"
"He still hasn't awakened anything…"
Each word cut deeper than any blade.
In this world, power was everything.
Strength decided your worth.
Your future.
Your existence.
And him?
He had nothing.
Not strength.
Not talent.
Not even a place to belong.
"Pathetic…" someone muttered as they passed by.
He kept walking.
Head down.
Silent.
But inside—
Something was burning.
Anger.
Pain.
Frustration.
"How long… will I stay like this?"
He stopped.
His reflection in a broken glass caught his eye.
A weak boy.
Tired eyes.
Empty expression.
For a moment—
He hated what he saw.
Then suddenly—
A memory flashed.
Last night.
That presence.
That shadow.
That overwhelming pressure.
His heart started beating faster.
"That wasn't normal…"
Something had changed.
He could feel it.
Deep inside.
A faint energy.
Unstable.
But real.
His hands trembled.
"Is this… mine?"
Before he could understand—
BOOM!
A loud explosion echoed in the distance.
People screamed.
Chaos spread instantly.
"What happened?!"
"An attack?!"
He looked up.
Smoke was rising from the center of the town.
Without thinking—
He started running.
His legs moved on their own.
Faster than before.
Stronger.
His eyes widened.
"This speed…?"
Something was definitely different.
As he reached the scene—
His breath stopped.
The ground was destroyed.
Houses broken.
People injured.
And in the center—
A creature stood.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something else.
Its eyes glowed with hunger.
Its body covered in dark energy.
A monster.
People were running.
Screaming.
Helpless.
His body froze.
Fear gripped him.
"Run…" his mind said.
But his feet didn't move.
A child cried nearby.
Trapped under debris.
No one was helping.
Everyone was too scared.
His fists clenched.
Fear vs choice.
Run… or act.
His heart pounded.
Then—
He stepped forward.
"I… won't run."
The energy inside him reacted.
Slowly.
Faintly.
But it was there.
The monster turned.
Its eyes locked onto him.
Silence.
Then—
It smiled.
And charged.
His breath stopped.
Time slowed.
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đź“– Chapter 2: A World That Rejects MeÂ
The morning came… but it didn't feel like a new beginning.
It felt heavy.
Like the world itself was pressing down on him.
He opened his eyes slowly.
The ceiling above him was cracked.
Old.
Lifeless.
Just like everything else in his life.
"Another day…" he whispered.
No excitement.
No hope.
Only emptiness.
He sat up.
His body still ached from yesterday.
The bruises hadn't healed yet.
But pain was nothing new.
He was used to it.
Outside, voices echoed.
Laughter.
Happy voices.
People living normal lives.
He clenched his fists.
"Why… not me?"
He stepped outside.
The sunlight hit his face, but it didn't warm him.
It only made everything clearer.
People looked at him.
Then quickly looked away.
Some whispered.
Some smirked.
"Look, it's him…"
"The useless one…"
"He still hasn't awakened anything…"
Each word cut deeper than any blade.
In this world, power was everything.
Strength decided your worth.
Your future.
Your existence.
And him?
He had nothing.
Not strength.
Not talent.
Not even a place to belong.
"Pathetic…" someone muttered as they passed by.
He kept walking.
Head down.
Silent.
But inside—
Something was burning.
Anger.
Pain.
Frustration.
"How long… will I stay like this?"
He stopped.
His reflection in a broken glass caught his eye.
A weak boy.
Tired eyes.
Empty expression.
For a moment—
He hated what he saw.
Then suddenly—
A memory flashed.
Last night.
That presence.
That shadow.
That overwhelming pressure.
His heart started beating faster.
"That wasn't normal…"
Something had changed.
He could feel it.
Deep inside.
A faint energy.
Unstable.
But real.
His hands trembled.
"Is this… mine?"
Before he could understand—
BOOM!
A loud explosion echoed in the distance.
People screamed.
Chaos spread instantly.
"What happened?!"
"An attack?!"
He looked up.
Smoke was rising from the center of the town.
Without thinking—
He started running.
His legs moved on their own.
Faster than before.
Stronger.
His eyes widened.
"This speed…?"
Something was definitely different.
As he reached the scene—
His breath stopped.
The ground was destroyed.
Houses broken.
People injured.
And in the center—
A creature stood.
Not human.
Not animal.
Something else.
Its eyes glowed with hunger.
Its body covered in dark energy.
A monster.
People were running.
Screaming.
Helpless.
His body froze.
Fear gripped him.
"Run…" his mind said.
But his feet didn't move.
A child cried nearby.
Trapped under debris.
No one was helping.
Everyone was too scared.
His fists clenched.
Fear vs choice.
Run… or act.
His heart pounded.
Then—
He stepped forward.
"I… won't run."
The energy inside him reacted.
Slowly.
Faintly.
But it was there.
The monster turned.
Its eyes locked onto him.
Silence.
Then—
It smiled.
And charged.
His breath stopped.
Time slowed.
This was it.
No power.
No experience.
No guarantee.
But still—
He raised his hand.
"Even if I'm weak…"
The energy flickered.
"…I'll fight."
The moment their eyes met—
Everything changed.
End of chapter 2