The Hunt begins

Thrown into Hell

Parvat had no time to think.

One moment, he was standing outside a door with Mia and the principal. The next—he was shoved inside.

The door slammed shut behind him.

His mind raced. "No way. No freaking way."

Was this really happening?

Before he could even process it, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room—and his stomach churned.

Blood.

It was everywhere—coating the floors, splattered on the walls, dripping from people's faces.

Fists clashed against skulls, bodies were thrown like ragdolls, and agonized screams filled the air.

It wasn't a sparring match.

It was a massacre.

And then—

They noticed him.

A huge man with a jagged scar running down his face turned his bloodshot eyes toward Parvat.

He grinned, showing teeth that looked like they had been chipped from biting into bone.

"Fresh meat."

Parvat felt a cold chill shoot down his spine.

Run.

His body reacted before his mind did. He turned and sprinted.

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Running for His Life

His legs carried him as fast as they could, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He didn't care where he was going—he just needed to survive.

"I can't fight these monsters! I have to get out of here!"

Something whistled past his ear—a fist, missing him by inches.

Parvat twisted his body mid-run, barely dodging another attack.

"Damn it!"

He jumped over a fallen fighter, only to land in the middle of another fight. Two men were strangling each other, their blood-covered hands locked around each other's throats.

One of them turned his head and locked eyes with Parvat.

His grip on the other guy loosened.

"He's new. Fresh blood!"

Parvat bolted.

More eyes turned to him.

More hunters.

He wasn't just running from one person anymore.

The whole room wanted him dead.

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No Safe Place

Parvat dove under a broken table, rolling onto his side and pushing himself back to his feet. He barely made it a few steps before—

A hand latched onto his ankle.

"GOT YOU!"

Parvat kicked wildly, forcing the grip to loosen. He scrambled forward, but—

A shadow loomed over him.

A towering brute with arms as thick as tree trunks blocked his path. His face was covered in bruises, and his knuckles were caked in dried blood.

Parvat had no time to react before—

The brute swung.

Parvat ducked. Barely.

The punch whizzed over his head, shattering a wooden crate behind him.

"Are these guys even human?!"

He turned on his heel and ran in the opposite direction, dodging more fighters. His lungs burned, but he couldn't stop.

Then—he saw it.

A corridor. A way out.

Parvat sprinted toward it, weaving through the chaos.

Almost there!

But just as he reached the entrance—

A bloody hand grabbed his collar.

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Trapped

Parvat felt himself yanked backward, his feet leaving the ground for a moment before he crashed onto the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A man with a twisted grin and missing teeth loomed over him, his eyes burning with a crazed hunger.

Parvat struggled, kicking wildly. He had to break free!

But before the man could do anything—

A boot slammed into his head.

The man dropped like a sack of bricks.

Another fighter had taken him down.

Parvat didn't wait to see what happened next. He scrambled up and kept running.

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The Dead End

He turned a corner—

And stopped dead in his tracks.

A brick wall.

A dead end.

His breath hitched.

"No, no, no!"

He spun around—

The scarred man from earlier was already there, blocking the exit.

And he wasn't alone.

Behind him, two more fighters stepped forward, both grinning.

Parvat backed up against the wall, his breathing ragged.

Trapped.

The scarred man cracked his knuckles.

"End of the road, kid."

Parvat's eyes darted around. No weapons. No escape. Nothing.

For the first time since entering this hellhole—

He felt completely powerless.

And then—they attacked.

The Moment of Death

The scarred man lunged first.

His massive fist rocketed toward Parvat's face—but then…

Time stopped.

Everything froze.

Parvat's breath hitched. That feeling again.

He could see everything. Every detail.

The fist hanging in the air, mere inches from his face.

The veins bulging on the scarred man's knuckles.

The two other fighters behind him, already mid-motion, ready to attack.

Parvat's mind raced.

"Where do I go?"

He examined every angle, every movement, playing out different scenarios in his head.

"If I dodge left, he'll catch me with his elbow."

"If I move right, the guy behind him will kick me in the ribs."

There was only one way out.

A small gap between the fighters, just big enough for him to slip through.

That's my exit.

Breaking Free

Time snapped back to normal.

Parvat moved instantly.

The scarred man's punch sliced through the air, missing by millimeters as Parvat ducked and rolled through the gap.

Before they could react—

He was already gone.

He dashed through the chaos, breathing hard.

"What the hell was that?!"

This was the second time he had experienced it.

The first was against Mia, and now—it had saved his life.

But it wasn't enough.

He had to do more.

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Turning the Tide

As he ran, his mind clicked into place.

"I can't just run forever. I need to fight back."

He grabbed a broken wooden plank from the floor.

A fighter charged at him—Parvat sidestepped and slammed the plank into his gut.

The man doubled over in pain.

Another attacker lunged—Parvat twisted his body, dodging, then swung the plank into the back of his knee.

One down. Two down.

He wasn't stopping.

Someone came from behind—Parvat felt the presence, ducked, and elbowed the guy in the ribs.

Another one. He moved first.

He smashed the plank over the fighter's head, sending him crashing to the ground.

His movements were becoming sharper.

Faster.

More efficient.

Like his body was adapting.

Like he was meant to do this.

He was fighting back.

But then—

A fist slammed into his stomach.

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Not Enough

Parvat stumbled backward, gasping.

Pain shot through his ribs.

The scarred man had caught up.

"You got some moves, kid." The man cracked his knuckles, smirking. "But you're still dead meat."

Parvat clenched his fists.

He had taken down five people already.

But they were still coming.

Still too strong.

Still too many.

He wiped the blood from his lip, breathing hard.

"This isn't enough."

He had to do more.

Had to go beyond his limits.

Or he wasn't getting out of this alive.

Parvat clutched his ribs, breathing hard.

The pain was unbearable, but worse than that—he was losing.

More fighters surrounded him.

Their eyes were filled with bloodlust, ready to rip him apart.

And then, at that moment—

He remembered.

A Dangerous Ability

Mia's words echoed in his mind.

"HeatUp may be C-Class, but it's useful. It warms you up, makes you faster, stronger… crazier."

But she had also warned him.

"It kills your pain… but it also kills your control."

Parvat hesitated.

He had never used it before.

He didn't know what would happen.

But right now, there was no other choice.

"Screw it."

He clenched his fists—

And activated HeatUp.

The Transformation

A shockwave of heat exploded from his body.

His skin turned slightly red, steam rising from his arms.

His heartbeat pounded like a war drum.

His muscles tightened.

His mind—blanked out.

No more hesitation.

No more pain.

Only instinct.

The Unstoppable Force

The scarred man lunged at him—

Parvat moved faster than ever before.

Before the punch even came close, he ducked, grabbed the man's wrist, and threw him into another fighter.

A brutal crash.

Two down.

Someone swung a pipe—Parvat caught it mid-air.

He ripped it from their hands, twirled it, and smashed their knee.

The man collapsed, screaming.

Three down.

Another one charged at him—he didn't dodge.

He grabbed the man's head mid-charge and slammed it into his knee.

A sickening crunch.

Four down.

His vision was getting redder.

His body was on fire, but he couldn't feel pain anymore.

Only rage.

Turning Everything Into a Weapon

He didn't just fight.

He weaponized everything around him.

A broken wooden chair—he kicked the legs off and used them as short clubs.

A fallen fighter—he yanked him up and threw him into two others, using his body as a human shield.

A metal plate from the ground—he angled it and deflected a punch back into the attacker's own face.

Everything became a tool.

Everything became his weapon.

A Beast Unleashed

The fighters hesitated now.

They had numbers.

They were stronger.

But Parvat—

Was something else.

Something terrifying.

His punches were faster.

His dodges were smoother.

His mind wasn't thinking anymore.

It was executing.

They rushed at him all at once—

He sidestepped, spun, and took them all down in a blur of chaos.

One after another, bodies hit the ground.

Five. Six. Seven.

No one could stop him.

No one could slow him down.

Because right now—

Parvat was unstoppable.

But At What Cost?

And then—

His body twitched.

His breathing grew erratic.

His hands—trembled.

HeatUp wasn't just boosting him.

It was eating him alive.

His vision blurred.

His rage was taking over completely.

If this kept going—

He wouldn't just win.

He'd kill them all.

And he didn't want that.

Did he?

The metal doors creaked open, revealing the room beyond.

Mia took the first step inside, her breath caught in her throat.

The principal followed, his face unreadable, but his eyes sharp and focused.

The healer, usually calm, hesitated before stepping in.

Their eyes scanned the room—

And then, they froze.

Mia's expression twisted into something between shock and horror.

The principal's hands tightened into fists.

The healer took a step back, his breath shallow.

The room was silent, but the air was heavy, as if something unnatural had just happened here.

They looked up.

They looked down.

And then—

Their faces changed.

Something was there.

Something that should not be.

And at that moment, one thought ran through their minds:

"What… the hell just happened here?"

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(To be continued___)