PROLOGUE
IN THE heart of a man-made pine forest east of La Verde City, a car cam be seen speeding along a narrow asphalted road. Tall pines lined the path with their dense branches forming a green tunnel overhead. The scent of pine needles and fresh earth lingered in the air as the road twisted and turned, guiding the car toward the horizon where the colossal Bronze Mountain stood, its majestic peak dominating the skyline. As the car approached the well known tunnel road under the huge rocky hill leading beyond the city's boundary, the couple inside wore anxious expressions. Their faces reflected a mix of worry and regret as they silently stared at the tunnel looming ever closer in their view. "Are you sure he'll be okay on his own?" The man, who appeared to be in his late thirties, asked the woman in the passenger seat beside him. His cyan eyes were fixed on the road, especially on the tunnel looming ahead, as if bracing for what lay beyond. "You know you don't have to do this, right? I can handle whatever they have planned for me," he added, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he spoke. "No. They're after the both us, so we have to do this together for our son," the woman replied. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, her curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her brown eyes gazed affectionately at the man, who occasionally combed his wavy black hair with his free hand—a habit he had when stressed or nervous, which was rare unless he was in situations like this. "Besides with everything being set for him, I trust that he will be okay. Our son has also something unique in him. He has our genes, so he's strong," she added. "Trust me, as a mother, I don't want to leave him like this. But we both know that even if I stayed, and even without you there, they would eventually find me. And what would happen to our son then?" She tried to assure the man that what they were doing was the best course of action. "What we did is to keep him safe. Whether we succeed or not, he will eventually learn everything and understand why we did this," she continued. Though she tried to comfort him, her voice betrayed her, sadness palpable in her tone. A heavy sigh escaped the man's lips as his right hand reached out to hold the woman's slender, white hand. "I promise with all my strength to protect our family. I promise I will do everything to pull this through, and if we succeed, I'll get rid of all those devils," he said, gripping her hand tightly. As their car approached the tunnel, their surroundings plunged into darkness compelling the man to open the headlights. Moments later, the ground began to tremble, the vibrations growing more violent with each passing second. The man, summoning all his strength and focus, floored the accelerator, pushing the car to its limits in a desperate bid to escape the collapsing tunnel. The shaking intensified, and cracks began to spiderweb across the tunnel's walls. Just as they glimpsed the light at the tunnel's end, mere meters from the exit, the couple exchanged a bittersweet smile and clutched each other's hands tightly. They knew they wouldn't make it out. They weren't supposed to. In the next instant, the tunnel gave way entirely, debris crashing down and engulfing the speeding car in a cloud of dust and earth. After the tunnel's complete collapse, the shaking had also stopped. As the dust from the tunnel's destruction settled, the silhouettes of four men emerged from the haze. They wore cloaks the color of earthly brown, their hoods drawn up to obscure their faces. If anyone had been around to see them, recognizing their features would have been impossible. At least, that's what the four men believed. "Looks like our mission was a success," one of them said, surveying with his eyes the ruins of the tunnel. "No one could survive that, no matter how powerful they were." He added with a voice carrying a note of smug satisfaction. "He's right," another agreed, crouching to touch the ground that was littered with debris as if that simple touch confirmed their assumption. "Should we report back to the Pavilion then?" a third man asked, his voice tentative. "No," said the man standing at the forefront. His authoritative tone left no room for argument. "We need confirmation first." Given his demeanor and the way the others deferred to him marked him unmistakably as their leader. With what he said, the three other just nodded in compliance as they stood behind the man in front. Several hours later, the City's Disaster Risk Reduction and Management Office, along with the Provincial Government's Rescue Unit, finally arrived. The tunnel, once impassable, was now a hive of activity as workers used all their heavy equipment to clear it after three grueling hours. "Sir! We found a car buried under the debris. There are two deceased individuals inside, a man and a woman. The damage is extensive, making it difficult to identify them for now," reported one of the rescuers who is clad in an orange camouflage uniform. He addressed the City Mayor, who had come personally to demonstrate his commitment to public service. The Mayor sighed, his expression heavy with sorrow. "Have you found anyone else?" he asked. The rescuer shook his head. "No, Sir. At least it's just them," he replied, with a hint of relief that there were no other casualties. "It's confirmed! Let's get out of here," the leader of a group of men in brown cloaks commanded. They stood atop a nearby hill, over a hundred meters away from the collapsed tunnel, having watched the entire rescue and retrieval operation unfold. Satisfied with the confirmation, one of the men pulled a small communication device from his pocket and switched it on. "Reporting to the Pavilion Master: Grant and Zale are dead." #### Author's Note: Hi dear readers. After a long hiatus, I decided to make a major edit to this story. I aim to improve the plot and storyline to make it more engaging. The language has been set to English for a broader audience, and I plan to divide the story into four volumes to take you on a thrilling adventure with our main character. I hope you enjoy it.CHAPTER ONE"GALE, get my package delivery from outside the gate," Danny shouted, pulling a crumpled bill from his pocket and tossing it at Gale. "Keep the change, if there's any," he added as he shrugged off his hooded jacket, the fabric clinging to his sweat-drenched skin as he returned to the basketball game in the dormitory courtyard."Check it first, make sure nothing's broken or missing, or I'll make you pay for it," Danny added without looking at Gale, as he was focused on shooting the ball that he'd just caught."Grab the water I had refilled outside too. It's already paid for."Before he could pick the money that Danny threw, Jeric, one of Danny's teammates called out, flinging a twenty-peso note towards Gale."Guys, isn't this too much? Why is it always Gale who has to do everything for you?" a girl sitting on the bench, spectating the game, asked. She's obviously new here since she seemed affected by what the other is doing to Gale."Nah, he's used to it. If we didn't give
CHAPTER TWOAFTER relaying the message over the intercom, the security guard gestured for Gale to sit in the dormitory's waiting lounge.He waited, feeling the eyes of the passersby on him, until he saw the doors of the dormitory flung open. Out walked a group of women, and among them, a vision of unparalleled beauty made her way towards him. Her fitted purple t-shirt accentuated her curves, highlighting her ample bosom, while her short denim skirt showcased her slender, flawless legs. Each step she took was graceful, her hips swaying with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly.A mere glimpse of her was like looking at an angel from heaven.For a moment, Gale was spellbound by the sight of Sherly White, one of the Academy's most beautiful students, listed among the top ten beauties of the school."You piece of trash!"However, Sherly's harsh words snapped him back to reality. Her voice was sharp, a stark contrast to her angelic appearance.Gale quickly composed himself, straight
CHAPTER THREEIn moments of peril, the human body awakens a primal response, surging adrenaline through the veins, sharpening senses, and amplifying strength and reflexes. It’s the fight-or-flight instinct, an ancient mechanism meant to safeguard human survival.For Gale, this instinct kicked in as he teetered on the brink of death. His lungs burned, and his muscles screamed in exhaustion, but an unexpected warmth spread through him, igniting a desperate resolve. With a final, explosive effort, he propelled himself upwards, cutting through the water with astonishing speed. He broke the surface and found himself hurled several meters into the air, landing in the shallows. He collapsed by the lakeside, gasping for breath, disbelief washing over him. He had escaped death.But what saved him was not merely the fight-or-flight instinct. Something else awakened an unknown energy within him when he chose, using his mind, the [Yes?] option that appeared before his eyes.He had no idea what w
CHAPTER FOUR"YOUR complaint is being processed, Rushton. We'll just call you if we have any updates regarding this matter," the officer said upon returning snapping Gale from his daze."Thank you, Sir," Gale replied, bowing slightly to show his respect as he stood before leaving the station.While walking, Gale decided to check on the notification from the weird system that seemed to be inside his head. He was staring at it earlier, clueless, when the officer interrupted him.Now that he's alone, he can check on it while walking back to Lexington Academy campus.[System Sync Complete][You are now ranking up][Ranking Up Status: 2%]Gale frowned upon reading the notifications again. He's really confused about this system thingy as it seemed to be loading all the time.'What's the use of it when it's always like this?' He complained in his mind and decided to close the system as it only hinders his line of vision.After more than thirty minutes of walk, Gale finally arrived at the Aca
CHAPTER FIVETormented by the feeling of fear that he might never had a chance to get out in this dark prison, especially after challenging the powerful Lopez family, Gale finally succumbed to the temptation to flee.Emerging from the cell, he carefully restored the iron bars he had bent, though they remained slightly twisted, ensuring no one could pass through. He then searched frantically for a window to exit without being detected. But every window in the police station was fortified with iron grills and thick glass. Breaking the glass would alert the officers, and before he could bend the grills, they might shoot him.So he shifted his focus to the ceiling, searching for a ventilation opening. Upon finding one, he leapt up, his fingers just brushing it. Surprised at his incredibly high reach, he applied his strength, and the metal gave way easily, as if it were a paper. Climbing through, he navigated the ductwork until he found another opening leading outside.Carefully prying it
CHAPTER SIX "Don't worry, Miss, I'm not with them. I am here to save you," Gale said with a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the terror in the girl's eyes. Now that he was closer, he noticed that she seemed to be around his age. Her beauty was striking, with fair, flawless skin and a figure comparable to top models and celebrities. Thankfully, the kidnappers hadn't taken advantage of her or harmed her beyond the abduction. "I saw them take you by force earlier, so I followed to rescue you," he explained, striving for a calm demeanor despite the adrenaline still pumping through him. It was his first time engaging in a serious fist fight, a fight between life and death at that. Though with his strength and power, he was certain he'd eventually subdue the kidnappers, the experience still felt surreal for him. "T-thank you," the girl replied, her voice still trembling with fear. "We need to contact your family," he said, approaching the unconscious men and rummaging through their
CHAPTER SEVEN"Your sister is on the rooftop. She's safe now," Gale said with a calm smile, sidestepping Heath's question.Heath slowly nodded in response, though the nervousness in him has slowly subdided given the fact that Gale didn't seem to have ill intentions towards them, his face still etched with shock from the swift events."T-thank you very much! C-can I go to my sister now?" Heath asked, his head bowed. Gale, still dazed from the things he saw in his system, simply nodded. Heath then immediately dashed towards the building, eager to reunite with his sister.Gale, on the other hand, decided to stay and examine the new skill he had unlocked in his system.[New skill unlocked: Scan Skill][This skill will help the user identify things in front of him as long as it is something that the human had seen, heard or identified][To use, the user will just have to look or scan at the things he wants to inspect and the information on that thing will be shown]'What the-- What kind of
CHAPTER EIGHT"Why are those scum after you?" Gale asked Heath. The fact that everything that the kidnappers done was more than just kidnapping piqued his curiousity.Heath and his sister, Abi or Abigail Smith, stood before him looking at each other. After the incident earlier, they had brought Gale to their villa in Warmer Plains. Only the extremely wealthy could afford to live there. The opulence of their home confirmed that the Smith siblings were indeed super-rich.In their luxurious villa, they treated Gale as an honored guest. He was served exquisite dishes he had never tasted before and given clothes he couldn't afford even with a year's wages."That guy earlier was Chad Taylor, a Mafia boss in this region. He's been pressuring us ever since I became the CEO of Welmart's Group," Heath replied casually.Gale's jaw dropped at the mention of "Welmart's Group." It was the largest company in City of Santa Mesa, owning thousands of hectares of banana and pineapple plantations, engagi