The War Begins

The alarms kept blaring.

Julian's body was still aching from Julial's attacks, but his mind was racing.

His twin. The mastermind behind the drug trade.

Julial was working for the Superhuman Mafia.

And now, he knew that Julian was getting too close.

Julian had no choice.

He had to end this.

A Dangerous Escape

Julian turned back to the containment pods. Kenji was still inside, his eyes barely open.

Julian grabbed a metal chair and smashed it against the glass.

The pod cracked, then shattered. A thick gas hissed from the broken chamber as Kenji collapsed into Julian's arms.

"Stay with me," Julian muttered, lifting him onto his shoulder.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Guards.

Julian ran.

He sprinted through the underground corridors, dodging around corners as bullets whizzed past him.

A metal door appeared ahead. The exit.

He slammed his fist into the control panel. The door hissed open, and Julian dove through—just as gunfire shredded the metal behind him.

Then—he was outside.

The cold night air hit him like a wave. The underground entrance was hidden beneath an old storage building near the west wing.

He had made it out.

But this was only the beginning.

A Warning from Noah

Julian carried Kenji back to the dorms, sneaking past patrols until they reached an empty classroom.

Kenji groaned, slowly regaining consciousness.

Julian leaned him against a desk. "Rest. You'll need your strength."

Kenji weakly grabbed Julian's arm. "Don't… don't fight them alone."

Julian didn't answer. He didn't have a choice.

Then—the door creaked open.

Julian's muscles tensed, ready to attack.

But it was Noah.

The #3 Masterclass fighter.

He stepped inside, his sharp eyes scanning the room before locking onto Julian.

"You're an idiot," Noah muttered.

Julian scoffed. "You're not the first person to say that."

Noah crossed his arms. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

Julian narrowed his eyes. "You knew, didn't you? About the lab. About the missing students."

Noah exhaled. "We all knew. But none of us could do anything about it."

"Liar."

Julian's voice was cold.

"You're one of the strongest fighters in this school. If you really wanted to stop this, you would have."

Noah's jaw tightened. "You don't get it."

"Then make me understand."

A long silence.

Then—Noah spoke.

"There's someone above even the Masterclass," he admitted. "Someone pulling all the strings."

Julian's stomach clenched. "Julial."

Noah's eyes darkened. "So you met him."

Julian clenched his fists. "He's my brother."

Noah wasn't surprised. "I figured."

Julian took a step forward. "If you really want to stop this, help me."

Noah hesitated. Then—he sighed.

"Meet me at the old gym at midnight."

Then, he left.

The School in Chaos

The next morning, the school was different.

Rumors spread like wildfire.

Some said someone had broken into a restricted zone. Others whispered that the Superhuman Mafia was watching.

Julian walked through the halls, feeling the tension in the air.

Then—he heard the announcement.

A voice echoed from the speakers.

"Attention all students. Due to recent events, a special tournament will be held tomorrow. The winner will be rewarded greatly. The loser… will disappear."

Julian stopped in his tracks.

A tournament?

He knew what this was.

The Mafia wasn't just trying to find the strongest fighter.

They were trying to eliminate threats.

And Julian had just become target number one.

He smirked.

Good.

If they wanted a fight—he would give them one.