_Orange_

Kyle's life was lazy and ordinary, but little did he know something extraordinary lay dormant deep inside his body. All his life, he remained unaware that everything happens for a reason. 

Everything changed when he turned 16. His older brothers, fed up with his laziness, devised a plan to teach him a lesson. They urged him to take the entrance test for a prestigious academy, thinking that getting a beating in the test would instill some sense into their lazy brother.

Kyle was stunned, speechless, but due to their coordinated planning, he reluctantly agreed with a hint of resignation.

"I don't think I will pass the test anyway, so trying it for the experience isn't a big deal."

"The only problem is, I can't guarantee that all my body parts will stay intact until the end of the entrance test."

But to Kyle's shock, he passed the test without even lifting a finger!

Still, he was convinced that he would eventually be kicked out of the academy due to his lack of strength. But the moment he set foot in the academy, he discovered something incredible about himself. 

He was special and nature's favorite.
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Celestial Bloodline

Kyle paused behind Enthrall's figure. The shadow general's fist was frozen in the air, his eyes filled with panic. Alec was below him, with dark blades piercing his body.

His voice remained unbothered as he glanced at the blue-haired man.

Alec's eyes flickered with a dark intensity, his answer unmistakable. Kyle knew Alec wouldn't be able to find peace unless he killed Enthrall with his own hands.

"Very well. Let me just take what he stole from me. Then he is all yours."

Enthrall opened his mouth to speak, but no voice emerged under the crushing pressure bearing down on him. Even the simple act of breathing felt challenging. He had only ever felt this powerless before Azazeal.

Is this our end?