Tragedy doesn't just come to the Weak but also to the Blessed...
Oracle, New America
Newlands Building
A government-abandoned building is now a hub of the Homeless. Sitting on the edge of the building, a boy with long wild hair covering most of his face, his half-naked all bruised up the body, and only his blue bright eyes were visible.
The boy looked at the gloomy sky, and suddenly, he stood up and started walking. He went up the stairs, reached the roof of the building, and stared forward looking at the scenery but it was blocked by not one but three skyscrapers. Even from afar, their end seemed endless, the boy stared at the towers.
A boy born with no one, no background, no money, and no name but a body with unfathomable yet hidden power, but all he could do was just look and stare, thinking about the possibility of one day reaching the tower.
"Do you wanna go there?" A grumpy voice came from the back of the boy. It was an old white-haire hunchback homeless woman using a wooden stick as her cane. She walked forward towards the boy as she stood beside him.
"What's your name?" the old woman asked staring at him with a sweet smile, A small soft voice came " Don't...have" As she heard that she looked back at the tower "Yet you wanna go there...well if you aren't given things you should take yourself after all how long would you keep asking." She said as she gave a cold gaze towards the boy.
"Trying doesn't get you the win...Desperation does," she said, slowly moving past the boy back down the stairs; whether the boy understood or not, it did light up something inside a belief to show his potential.
The boy looked back at the towers. Moving his hand up towards them, he pointed. "Jinn, that would be my name," He uttered, his blue shined like ocean reflecting the sun.
2 years later,
Somewhere in Zone VIII
Zone VIII wasn't the hardest, but it could be humbling for the Two and One-star Gifters being the 3 lowest. This is where the difficulty of zones rose.
[Stars: Gifters/Awakeners are measured by stars from 1 star to 5 stars, 1 star being the lowest, the most comments are 1- 2 stars. Gifters, though the Gifters can increase the stars by mastering their Gifts or surpassing the limits of their energy. Stars also grade upper grade and lower graders except for 5 stars]
A group of Gifters containing around 12-15 people with weapons like swords and shields among them was a 17-year-old Jinn with short white hair long enough to hide his forehead his face seemed normal, and his bright eyes shined the scars on his body hidden by the clothes he wore yet he hadn't awakened with his gift. Just like everyone, Jin looked forward, terrified of who he saw. It was the same reaction given by everyone else who all had a gift; they all had fear lurking in there, after all, Death was standing before them.
He wore a green Japanese-style robe with his abs showing, along with loose green pants. He was barefoot, and for his face, he was charming, with long, lavish flowing from each made him look like a model. He was 'Hiro,' a 3-star monster among the Zone villains; He comes under the top 50.
'Why is he here?" a question everyone's mind 'Hiro' wasn't a Zone VIII villain. Rather, he was from Zone VI. Bad luck or not, they all knew they would not survive this, and yet they charged towards 'Hiro,' but to no avail. Within seconds, They all were killed, for those who survived. They wouldn't continue living normally.
The last one that remained was Jinn, who left only because he didn't have a Gift to fight. A deep voice came from Hiro. " You can't fight, why are you even here?" Hiro questioned. As he turned back, trying to leave. Jinn picked up a sword and smashed it onto the back of Hiro, but it shattered within contact. "You know weapons also have grades from tier 1 to 7, though the highest weapon we have is tier 6, we only have a tier 7 material, not a weapons l." He looked back as his left charged at light speed going through Jinn's body. " You have a Fighting Spirit. Moreover this..." Said Hiro. Jinn's left hand was right in front of Hiro's eyes as if he was trying to pluck them out.
Removing his hand as Jinn's body fell onto the ground, Hiro looked sad and dissatisfied. "It feels weird, but I have a feeling we will meet again; I will remember your face," Hiro said As he left.
Jinn woke up as if he was in a deep slumber. His eyes shot open, and his breathing was abnormal. He immediately felt his chest where was ripped open. He didn't feel the hole. "Am I dead?" He utters he was shaken after all in his mind he just met his death moreover the place he was in creeped him out surrounded by darkness only a bookshelf containing merely one book at the center was their "Am I supposed to pick it up...of course, I am as a dead man what else I can do." He picked it up; his eyes showed pain thinking about his life.
As soon as he opened the book, like magic cm, words started appearing...
Would You Like To Initiate 'Pandora OS'...
YES. OR. NO.
Jinn was bewildered as he reluctantly selected yes....not realizing his whole life was about to turn.
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