Changes[2]
I walked back to my room, still trying to process everything.
Two years. Locked inside this dorm. Training. Studying. Preparing for a world that had already changed without me.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, exhaling. My room looked the same—bed against the left wall, desk near the window, dull gray walls, lifeless. The only thing keeping me from losing my mind was the training room I found earlier. A large, empty space filled with machines, weights, and equipment I barely understood.
I sat on the edge of my bed, rubbing my face.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
As if answering me, my device buzzed.
[New Training Regimen Assigned]
→ Open for detailed instructions.
I frowned and tapped on it.
A list of exercises appeared—push-ups, squats, running drills, some weird stretching
Still, I had nothing else to do.
I stood up and moved to the training room. The air was colder here, the floor smooth under my bare feet. The walls were lined with shelves of weights, punching bags, and a treadmill. In the center, a black platform with motion sensors blinked faintly—probably some kind of advanced training tech.
"Alright, let's do this."
Day 1: Reality Hits Hard
Push-ups? I could barely do ten.
Squats? My legs burned like hell after fifteen.
Running in place for two minutes? My lungs betrayed me.
I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
"Are you kidding me?"
I wiped sweat from my forehead, staring at the blinking screen of my device.
Nothing. Just instructions on how to "sense" energy in my body.
"Yeah, right. As if I have any."
Frustration curled in my chest. I was weak. Pathetic. I hadn't even made it through one day of training.
I was about to give up when I noticed another option.
[Training Demonstrations Available]
I clicked it.
A holographic figure appeared in the middle of the room—a tall, muscular man with a blank expression. His robotic voice echoed through the space.
"Push-ups: Keep your core tight. Lower your body slowly. Controlled movement is key."
I watched as he demonstrated.
Then another exercise. And another.
I sat up.
"So that's how it's done…"
I tried again.
This time, I managed fifteen push-ups.
It wasn't much. But it was better.
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One Month Later
The knock on my door startled me.
I had just finished my daily training routine—50 push-ups, 100 squats, 5 minutes of running, and some light weights. I wasn't struggling as much anymore. My body felt stronger.
I opened the door.
Two men in black uniforms stood outside. Their faces were unreadable.
"Stand on the platform," one of them ordered, pointing to a small circular device on the floor.
I hesitated.
"What is this?"
"Body analysis. Routine check."
I stepped onto the platform.
A blue light scanned me from head to toe. I felt a slight vibration under my feet as the device recorded everything—heart rate, muscle growth, stamina, even brain activity.
After a few seconds, the light faded. The men nodded, said nothing, and left.
I stared at the door after it shut.
"That's it?"
I didn't know what they saw in the scan. Was I progressing fast? Slow? Was I still weak?
No answers. Just another month of training.
One Year Later
I had almost forgotten what it felt like to live a normal life.
Every day was the same—wake up, train, eat, study, sleep.
Over time, my body changed. I had more muscle, better stamina, faster reflexes. I was stronger than I had ever been.
One day I got a notification to come to the dorm hall
When I walked into the dorm hall, I barely recognized the others.
The scrawny, half-starved survivors from a year ago were gone. Now, they looked like soldiers. Muscles. Height. Sharp eyes.
It was clear who had trained seriously… and who had slacked off.
I stood near the back, my arms crossed. I wasn't the biggest or strongest, but I wasn't weak anymore.
Then, he walked in.
The principal.
His blue eyes shone with an unnatural glow. His long black hair made him look even younger than before. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was in his twenties.
"Did he… get stronger too?"
He stepped forward and raised a hand.
Silence.
Then, he spoke.
"One year has passed since you arrived."
His voice was calm, but it carried weight.
"During this time, the world has continued to change. More and more people have begun awakening their abilities like powers in movies and comics .Governments, factions, and powers are shifting. The world is no longer as it was."
A murmur ran through the crowd.
I clenched my fists.
Abilities.
People were awakening powers ,what did he meant by powers like superman . But I… hadn't.
"Most of you are between the ages of 14 and 17. Based on the data, people awaken their abilities at 17."
My heart pounded.
I was 15 hmmmm
That meant… I still had to wait two more years.
"Starting today," the principal continued, "all students who are 16 or older will be sent to the academy for advanced training. The rest of you will remain here until your awakening."
Half of the students in the hall tensed.
I exhaled.
I wasn't leaving.
Not yet.
But that wasn't what really bothered me.
I looked down at my device.
For the past year, I had searched every database, every report, every government file I could access.
Nothing.
My parents were still missing.
Dead or alive, I had no proof.
Half of humanity had died, but they hadn't disappeared. Bodies had been found, names confirmed.
So why not my parents?
I gritted my teeth.
No.
Until I saw proof, I wouldn't accept it.
I turned away from the crowd, walking back to my room.
I still had two years.
Will I seriously get superpowers like in movies