The school hallway was crowded with students talking, lockers slamming shut, and footsteps echoing. Adam barely had time to react before Chuck grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the metal lockers. The cold steel pressed against his back as Chuck glared at him with a sneer, his breath hot and foul.
"What are you gonna do about it, you weak little freak?" Chuck shouted, his voice dripping with contempt before he punched Adam hard across the face.
Pain shot through Adam's cheek, the impact sending his head jerking to the side. He clenched his teeth, refusing to make a sound. He wouldn't give Chuck the satisfaction of seeing him break. The hallway had gone quiet, students forming a loose circle around them, whispering among themselves. Adam felt humiliation burning in his chest, but he kept his face blank, his fists clenched at his sides.
"You don't have to do this, Chuck," Adam said, his voice steady despite the sting in his face. "Why can't we just leave each other alone?"
Chuck scoffed. "Not until you learn your place, loser."
Another punch slammed into Adam's stomach, knocking the air out of him. He doubled over, coughing, barely keeping himself upright. He could hear the murmurs around him, feel the judgment in their eyes, but no one stepped in to help. No one ever did. Adam clenched his fists, anger bubbling inside him like molten lava, but he knew he couldn't fight back—not yet.
Then, something strange happened. A sudden warmth spread through his chest, and his fingertips tingled. His breathing slowed as a blue aura surrounded him, crackling like electricity. The whispers around him turned into hushed gasps. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he felt an unfamiliar power surging through his body. Before he could understand what was happening, a strange blue screen appeared in front of him, hovering in the air.
[Name: Adam Foster]
[Level: 1]
[Height: 5'9]
[Race: Half-Demon]
[Strength: 5]
[Agility: 5]
[Defense: 5]
[Ability: None]
Adam's eyes widened. "What…?" he muttered under his breath, his pulse pounding in his ears.
Chuck frowned. "What the hell are you mumbling about?" He raised his fist again, ready to strike.
But Adam felt something new—energy swelling inside him, flooding his veins like fire. His body trembled as blue flames flickered to life in his palm, casting an eerie glow on the lockers and the startled faces of the students around him.
Without thinking, he threw the flame at Chuck.
The fireball hit Chuck in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward with a yelp. He clutched his shirt, eyes wide with shock as the flames disappeared, leaving a faint burn mark on his skin.
"What the hell was that?!" Chuck shouted, looking at Adam like he was some kind of monster.
Adam stared at his own hands, the flames gone but the warmth still lingering. He swallowed hard, torn between fear and excitement.
"I... I don't know," he admitted. "It just happened."
Chuck groaned and collapsed onto the floor, unconscious. Adam stood frozen, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared at his own hands. The blue flames had vanished, but their heat still lingered in his skin. His mind raced—had he really just done that? He expected to feel guilt, or fear, but instead, a strange mix of triumph and disbelief settled in his chest. The students around him murmured in shock, some backing away, others staring at him with expressions that ranged from awe to terror. Adam swallowed hard. He had no idea what would happen next, but one thing was certain—everything had just changed. The students around them gasped, some backing away in shock. Adam barely noticed. His mind was spinning, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The blue screen still floated in front of him, its glowing text the only thing that made any sense in that moment.
Everything had just changed.
That night, Adam walked home, his mind racing. He had powers—real powers. But why? Where had they come from? Were they always inside him, waiting to be awakened? And what did it mean to be a half-demon?
As he approached his house, the dim streetlights cast long shadows. His parents wouldn't be home. They never were. Adam had stopped expecting warmth or comfort from them a long time ago.
Inside, the house was silent. He set his bag down and walked past the hallway mirror. Something made him stop.
His reflection stared back at him, but it wasn't normal. His black hair was now split—one side had turned pure white, glowing faintly with a blue hue. He reached up, running his fingers through it. It felt warm, as if energy was pulsing beneath his skin.
"What's happening to me?" he whispered, his voice unsteady.
His eyes fell on the kitchen counter—the glint of a knife resting there.
A dark thought crossed his mind, creeping in like a shadow he couldn't shake. The weight of everything—the loneliness, the confusion, the fear of what he had become—settled heavily on his chest. He had spent so much of his life being ignored, feeling invisible, like he didn't matter. Now, even with this strange power coursing through him, he still felt lost, still felt like he didn't belong. If anything, this newfound ability only made him feel more isolated. His fingers twitched at his sides, a cold dread settling in as he wondered if anything could ever truly change. The loneliness, the exhaustion of being ignored, the overwhelming confusion of what he had become—it all crashed down on him at once. His fingers trembled as he picked up the blade, its weight grounding him in reality. He stared at the knife, wondering if he would even feel anything at all.
Would anyone even notice if he disappeared?
His breath hitched as he pressed the knife against his chest. But the moment the blade touched his skin, blue flames flared to life, spreading across his torso in a protective wave. He gasped, stumbling backward and dropping the knife. Another blue screen appeared in front of him, its text glaringly bright against the dark room.
[Due to your new race and special powers, you cannot kill yourself.]
Adam's heart pounded. He stared at the message, his mind reeling.
He couldn't die?
He collapsed onto the floor, his breaths ragged. This wasn't just about having powers—his very existence had changed. The thought should have scared him, but instead, a twisted sense of relief settled in his chest. He couldn't die. No matter how much the world ignored him, no matter how much pain he felt, he would survive. Whether he wanted to or not.
Before he could fully process what had just happened, another notification appeared.
[New Message Available: Play Video?]
A video?
His hand hovered over the glowing prompt. If this could explain what was happening, he had to see it.
Taking a deep breath, he tapped the screen.
[Playing video...]
The screen flickered, and a familiar voice filled the room.
"Hey, son."
Adam froze.
The face on the screen belonged to someone he should have recognized—but he didn't. The man staring back at him had piercing blue eyes that burned like the flames in Adam's hand. His expression was calm, almost expectant.
Adam's breath caught in his throat. "Who... who are you?"
The man smiled faintly. "I've been waiting for you to find this, Adam. There's a lot you don't know yet, but you're stronger than you think. It's time to understand who you really are."
The screen flickered again, and Adam felt his pulse quicken. He braced himself, hoping for answers—something that would explain the strange power within him, the changes to his body, the flames that had saved him. Would this video reveal the truth about his past? About who he really was? Swallowing hard, he focused on the screen as it continued to change, showing a series of images flashed across the screen, dark, ancient symbols glowing with an eerie light. Adam's heart pounded in his chest, but there was no turning back now. The voice continued—deep, calm, yet carrying an unmistakable weight of something far older.
"Your mother was human. Your father…" The voice trailed off, the silence pregnant with meaning. "Your father was a demon. That makes you a half-demon, Adam. And that's only the beginning."
The screen flickered again, revealing a towering, crumbling castle, surrounded by a violent storm. Adam's breath caught in his throat as the voice pressed on, the symbols now clear and unsettling.
"Those symbols… they are part of your inheritance. The power you feel coursing through you is a fragment of something far older, something far more dangerous. The world has forgotten beings like us, Adam, but you've just awakened. And I'm afraid you're not the only one."
A chill ran down his spine as the screen shifted. A shadowy figure appeared, cloaked in darkness, its face obscured. The figure held a red, glowing crystal, the very air around it crackling with power.
"They are coming for you," the man's voice grew urgent. "I'm not the only one who's been waiting. There are others—those who would use you, control you, or destroy you. But your power is yours alone. You are more than your demon blood. You are more than your father's legacy."
Adam's thoughts were a whirlwind—half-demon? His father was a demon? And what about this power that had been unlocked inside him? His hands still trembled from the flames, and now, this cryptic message… a hidden war he never knew existed?
"Remember this, Adam," the voice softened, but the weight of it hung heavy in the air, "You may not know your purpose yet, but you need to start finding out. Trust yourself. And above all else… don't trust anyone too easily."
The screen went black, and Adam was left staring at the empty space before him, his mind racing. His father was a demon? He had powers he couldn't control? And who was that cloaked figure with the crystal? The video had raised more questions than answers, but somehow, it felt like Adam had just been set on a path he couldn't escape from.
He glanced at his reflection, his white hair glowing faintly in the dark. Was this what it meant to be part of something greater? To have powers, a past that was out of his control? The fear still lingered inside him, but something else had taken root too—a spark of hope, however fragile. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he'd always felt.
But then his thoughts drifted to the figure with the red crystal. The urgency in the man's voice was enough to make his stomach twist with unease. If someone was really after him, Adam knew he had no choice but to figure out who he could trust, how to control his powers, and what it all meant.
Standing in the dark, in the quiet of his empty house, a new truth settled in his bones: Everything had changed. But this was only the beginning.
[New quest gain control of your power and evolve to your next stage then talk to your father again reward 25 levels]