Aryan pushed open the door and stepped inside, the wooden stick still in his hand. He paused for a moment, expecting the usual pain to shoot through his body—
But nothing happened.
He blinked.
Slowly, he let go of the stick and dropped it to the floor.
"…It's gone?"
He rolled his shoulders once, then again. No pain. No stiffness. Just a strange sense of lightness spreading through his body. Curious, he bent slightly, then jumped.
Higher than usual.
Aryan landed and stared at his hands.
"My body… feels better."
He moved again, testing his flexibility, stretching his arms and legs. Every movement felt smoother, more controlled. Not by much—but enough to notice.
A small smile formed on his face.
"So it's real…"
The power he received wasn't just imagination. Even in its incomplete state, it was already affecting his body.
"If I get stronger…" he muttered, clenching his fist lightly, "then I might actually pass that exam."
His gaze shifted toward the table.
The form.
"First things first."
He walked over, sat down, and placed the paper flat in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he began filling in the details carefully—his name, age, city, and other required information.
When he reached the section for abilities, he paused briefly before writing:
New Soul: Copy
In this world, a New Soul defined a person's power—their potential.
Then his pen stopped.
Father's Name.
Aryan stared at the blank space for a few seconds.
"…I don't know."
His grip tightened slightly, but after a moment, he left it empty and continued filling out the rest.
When he finally finished, he leaned back.
"…Done."
A quiet sense of relief settled in.
But then reality hit him again.
"Now I need money."
Zein. Without it, he couldn't survive—let alone prepare for the exam.
"And training… I need both."
With that, he stood up, placed the form neatly on the table, and set a small rock on top of it so it wouldn't be blown away by the wind.
Then he left the house.
The marketplace was already bustling with activity.
Aryan made his way to a familiar vendor who handled import and export work. The moment he arrived, the man looked up.
"Aryan, you're here? Good. We've got urgent work today—can you handle it?"
Aryan nodded. "I'll do it."
Without wasting time, he got to work.
Heavy wooden boxes were stacked near the stall, waiting to be transported. Aryan lifted one onto his back and carried it toward the carriage nearby.
It was heavy.
But not as heavy as yesterday.
He noticed it immediately.
His body felt lighter, more stable. The strain was still there, but it didn't slow him down as much as before.
Again and again, he carried boxes, moving steadily under the sun. Sweat formed on his forehead, his breathing grew heavier—but he didn't stop.
Not this time.
By evening, the work was finally done.
Aryan wiped his sweat and walked up to the vendor, who handed him a small pouch.
"Three hundred zein," the man said. "You did well today."
Aryan nodded. "Thanks."
He took the pouch and left, heading toward the market.
The streets were filled with vendors calling out their goods, lights flickering to life as the sky darkened. Aryan bought simple food and returned home.
After eating, he counted his earnings.
Three hundred.
He set aside one hundred and kept the rest carefully.
"I'll need this," he murmured.
Stepping outside for a moment, he looked up at the night sky. The moon hung quietly above, casting a soft glow over the city.
Aryan's expression hardened slightly.
"From now on… I'll change myself."
His voice was low, but firm.
"I'll become something this world has never seen."
The next morning, sunlight streamed into his room.
Aryan stirred slightly as he heard the faint chirping of birds. He slowly opened his eyes, still half-asleep, and turned his head toward the table.
A bird was sitting there.
Right next to his form.
Aryan blinked.
"…Huh?"
In the next instant, the bird grabbed the paper in its beak—
And flew.
Aryan shot up. "HEY—!"
He rushed out of bed and ran outside without thinking.
"Come back here! That's important!"
The bird flew low across the street, weaving between buildings. Aryan chased after it, pushing through people in the busy morning market.
"Watch it!" someone shouted as he bumped past.
Vendors yelled as he jumped over stalls, nearly knocking things over. The bird swooped down, then rose again, as if playing with him.
"Give it back!" Aryan shouted, sprinting harder.
The gap between them closed slightly.
The bird turned sharply, heading toward a narrow alley. Aryan followed without slowing down, using the wall to push himself forward as he leapt.
For a brief moment— His hand reached out. And grabbed the paper.
He stumbled forward, nearly losing his balance, but managed to stay on his feet. The bird flew away.
Aryan stood there, breathing heavily, staring at the form in his hand.
"…That was close."
He let out a long breath.
"If I hadn't woken up…"
Shaking his head, he straightened up.
"No more delays."
With the form tightly in his grip, Aryan made his way toward the Council Office.
The streets were busy as usual, but something felt different.
Then—
A roar echoed through the air. Loud. Violent. Aryan froze. Another roar followed.
Screams erupted across the street as people began running in panic. "What is happening—?!"
Aryan turned toward the source. His eyes widened.
A massive creature stood in the middle of the street, its body twisted and monstrous. A Level D monster.
Then another appeared.
And another.
Five.
Five Level D monsters.
Chaos erupted instantly.
People scattered in all directions, shops were abandoned, and the once-busy street turned into a battlefield of fear.
Aryan stood there, gripping the form tightly in his hand.
"…What the hell…"
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