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Michael Alastair never mattered. In a world where strength was everything, he was nothing—just another powerless kid, easy to break and easier to forget. When his tormentors finally took things too far, his story should have ended in that alley, bleeding and alone.

But fate had other plans.

In the void between life and death, a voice spoke. Cold. Sharp. Amused. [NEW TALENT UNLOCKED: WRITER’S LEGACY]. A system unlike any other—sarcastic, relentless, and strangely invested—offered Michael a power beyond reason and a purpose he never imagined. Now, armed with an SSS-rank ability and a mission to rise, he’s back. And this time, he won’t just survive—he’ll rewrite the rules.

The SSS-Rank System: From Outcast To Overlord

The heart monitor beeped feintly, but yet it was still loud enough to resound in Elvis's ears, reminding him of his former defeat. And not only that alone, the sun washed in through the windows, reflecting heat off its refractors as it sizzled against his plasters, each mended appropriately over his scars.

But no, he wasn't the patient. He rather watched in dismay than disappointment as Ren lay on the black steel stretcher, deadly unconscious with a oxygen mask over his mouth.

Uncertainty in aspect of when he would awaken.

Elvis sighed as he sat on the wooden chair at the bedside, his right hand cleaven unto a drip staff. His other hand, clenched into the drapings of the bed mattress, speechless as he watched the outcome of disaster laid before him.

"Don't feel pity for him." Reyy said from behind, his hands tucked into his pocket as he approached Elvis. "He had the choice to avoid this but he chose to be adamant instead."

Aftermath— What Next Now?