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He wasn't born like others.
No one remembers his name, and no one knows when or where he came from.
they call him "Unknown", not because he hides his identity, but because no one was able to give him one.

He was different.
His body... as if it was made for battle.
His mind... like a machine for creating and understanding techniques.
But what truly made him unique wasn't the body or the mind,
but that call.

A silent call, not coming from the outside, but rising from within, whispering over and over:
"Become stronger... never stop."

Unknown didn't know why, but he didn’t hate that voice—he loved it.
As if he was born for this... born to become stronger.
He refused to be weak.
He refused to stop evolving, despite the chains of his reality.
He didn’t give up.

He began to wonder:
Why is a weapon stronger than a human?
Then the question became: Why is cosmic power stronger than a human?
Then...

Follow Unknown as he walks a path no one has walked before.
A path... that will redefine what power truly means.

The Unknown Path: A Call Beyond Reality

After the doctor left, Ibrahim went to clean Unknown's room, leaving him alone, immersed in thought.

What had happened was extremely strange. Unknown was not stupid—he was fully aware of what occurred: that dream... where he fought real opponents, and that mysterious ability that manifested in three categories: technique creation, technique development, and technique understanding.

He also recalled what happened when he woke up; how the limbs injured in the dream couldn't be moved in reality. Then the doctor, who said the cause was "extreme exhaustion."

It made some sense… but the strange thing he noticed was:

If the price of injury in the dream was physical exhaustion in reality, then what would be the price of death there?

As soon as he thought that... everything around him began to spin.

…Then he awoke to the faint moonlight streaming through the window.

He looked around and saw Uncle Ibrahim sleeping on the chair—he seemed exhausted with worry.

Unknown didn't want to wake him. The fatigue was evident on his face.

He spotted his phone on the table, so he rose silently, careful not to disturb Ibrahim, and walked…

He moved as usual, without pain. Picked up the phone, then returned quietly to his bed.

But… suddenly, he felt something strange.

He looked at the hand holding the phone and recalled what had happened moments ago... the doctor said it would take a full week to recover.

But now, he was moving with ease, as if his body had healed completely.

He quickly looked at the phone screen to check the time, and his expression shifted to one of clear surprise:

He thought he had been in a coma for a week, but only two days had passed!

He sighed in relief; he had been planning to do something with Adam four days from today... which meant just two days from now.

But that relief didn't last long. Soon, his face filled with confusion:

If the doctor said I needed seven days… why has my body healed so quickly?

He was about to plunge into a spiral of questions when Ibrahim's voice—filled with both concern and relief—interrupted his thoughts:

Unknown turned quickly and looked at Ibrahim's face.

He could hardly believe what he saw: a tear slipping from his uncle's eye. He couldn't see it clearly due to the darkness, but he felt it.

As if Ibrahim sensed his gaze, he turned his head quickly, then opened the door and said:

– "Since you're alright now, I'll go to my room and rest. Tomorrow, I'll explain everything that happened."

He said it quickly, trying to hide any emotion in his voice, then closed the door firmly.

From behind the door, Unknown heard him say:

– "Since you've slept a lot and it's still night, I left you a story to read until morning."

Then the sound of Ibrahim's footsteps grew fainter and fainter… until it disappeared completely.

And indeed, Unknown picked up the story and began reading it.

But he felt something strange… an unfamiliar sensation. He focused more and realized the feeling was coming from his hand and foot—the ones injured in the dream.

They were noticeably stronger than the other hand and foot!

Unknown was shaken, filled with questions:

What caused his coma? And why did the limbs injured in the dream become stronger afterward?

But he remembered that Ibrahim told him to wait until morning for answers.

So he didn't dwell too much and continued reading the illustrated story until dawn broke… and the morning began.

That was what Unknown was thinking.

He expected his uncle Ibrahim to reveal the truth of what happened.

Unknown was no fool… he knew many strange things had occurred recently.

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