Chapter 11: The Special Class
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Kent sat on the edge of Nima's bed, grinning ear to ear as she stared at him suspiciously.
The glowing aura from the Physique Enhancement Fruit still lingered in the air after she ate the first one, leaving her looking both confused and revitalized.
"Big brother, what was that weird fruit?" Nima demanded, crossing her arms. "It disappeared as soon as I ate it! I didn't even get to taste it!"
Kent leaned forward dramatically, lowering his voice as if he were about to share a top-secret mission.
"That," he said, pointing a finger at her, "This is my superpower."
Nima blinked. "Superpower?!"
"Yep," Kent continued, puffing out his chest. "Your big brother has awakened a special ability. I can create magical fruits that make people stronger. Pretty cool, huh?"
Nima's eyes widened with excitement. "Whaaat? So you're like the people on the news now?!"
"Exactly," Kent said with a nod, acting like it was no big deal. "And guess what?"
"What?"
Kent raised his hand dramatically.
WHOOSH!
In a flash of light, nine more Physique Enhancement Fruits appeared in his palm. They glowed faintly, filling the small room with a soothing energy.
Nima's jaw dropped. "Whoa! Where did those come from?!"
"Magic," Kent said, winking. He held the fruits out toward her. "Here. Eat these. All of them."
"All of them?!" Nima frowned, poking one of the glowing fruits. "Are you sure I won't explode or something?"
"You'll be fine," Kent reassured her, patting her head. "You trust your big brother, right? These will make you strong—like an awakened person."
Nima's face lit up. "You mean I'll get powers too?!"
Kent nodded. "Yep. Do you want to be like those people you see on TV? Strong, cool, and unstoppable?"
Nima didn't even hesitate. "Yes! I want to be strong too!"
I will become like Goku or Naruto. She laughed😌, I will beat all the bad people.
"Good," Kent said, grinning. "Then eat these. I'll handle the rest."
Nima grabbed one of the glowing fruits and popped it into her mouth.
GULP!
Like the first one, it vanished immediately, leaving her looking both amazed and slightly annoyed.
"Still no taste," she muttered.
"Focus on the results, not the flavor," Kent said, smirking.
As Nima ate the fruits one by one, a soft glow surrounded her. The energy seeped into her body, making her look healthier and more radiant with each passing moment.
After finishing the last fruit, Nima stretched her arms and legs experimentally. "I feel… I don't know… stronger? It's like I'm not tired anymore!"
"See? Told you," Kent said smugly.
Nima looked at him curiously. "But you said I'll get powers. How do I use them?"
She punches Kent in the stomach. Kent fell from sitting into the ground. "What the…."
Nima what are you doing? Nima I was testing my power. You said you are awakened. Why are you so weak?
Where are my super powers? Like Shadow Clone someone.
"That's the next step," Kent said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "First, you need a cultivation technique."
"A what now?"
"It's like a training method that helps you absorb spiritual energy and unlock your powers," Kent explained.
Nima's eyes sparkled. "Then where do we get one? Do you have magic techniques too?"
Kent chuckled, patting her head. "Don't worry about that. Your big brother has his ways."
"Are you lying again?" Nima squinted at him.
"Nope! I'll get you a technique soon enough. Just leave it to me," Kent said confidently.
The next morning, Kent headed to school feeling refreshed, he made a joke last night before going to sleep, SP points still trickling in from his group chats.
His phone buzzed occasionally with notifications—classmates sharing memes, jokes, and complaints about Ryan.
"Keep it coming," Kent thought, smirking as he farmed SP quietly.
As he entered the classroom, the usual noise and chaos greeted him. Students whispered about the blood test results, eagerly waiting to hear who had made it into the special class.
Ryan, of course, was front and center, flexing his arms again as if preparing for a bodybuilding competition.
"I bet I'm C-Rank. No, wait—I know I'm B-Rank," Ryan boasted loudly, grinning. "No one else in this class can compete."
Kent slipped into his chair at the back, rolling his eyes. "The guy's one brain cell must be exhausted from all that flexing."
The classroom door swung open, and the teacher walked in, holding a clipboard. The class immediately fell silent.
"Good morning, everyone," the teacher began, adjusting her glasses. "I have the results from yesterday's blood tests.
Listen carefully. These results determine whether you will be joining the special class for awakened individuals."
The students held their breath as the teacher began reading names.
"Ryan—B-Rank physique."
Ryan stood up dramatically, flexing his arms. "Told you!"
"Charlotte—C-Rank physique."
"Ethan—C-Rank physique."
"Maria—C-Rank physique."
"Xxxx—D-Rank physique."
The teacher paused before reading the next name. "Kent—F-Rank physique."
A few students snickered, whispering among themselves.
"F-Rank? Figures."
"Why's he even on the list?"
Kent leaned back in his chair, scratching his head. "F-Rank? Hah. If only they knew."
But something else caught his attention.
"Wait a second," Kent thought. "Nima ate all those fruits, but she must've already had an F-Rank physique to begin with.
That means… if we got tested again, she'd probably be A-Rank or higher!"
He grinned to himself. "Good thing I swapped the blood."
The teacher put the clipboard down as a new figure entered the room—a tall man wearing a dark uniform, his presence radiating authority.
"Good morning," the man said, his deep voice silencing the room instantly. "I'm your special instructor, assigned to guide you in the special class."
He scanned the room with sharp eyes before continuing.
"The physique rank you were given—whether F, C, or B—determines your body's potential to absorb and grow with spiritual energy. A higher rank means faster growth. However…"
The class held their breath.
"…you will all start from F-Rank when it comes to cultivating spiritual energy. Regardless of physique, you must train hard to unlock your potential."
Students murmured in confusion. Ryan, of course, shot up from his chair. "What?! You're telling me I'm the same as egg boy over there?!"
The instructor raised an eyebrow. "If you don't train properly, your physique won't matter. Focus on progress, not pride."
Kent smirked. "Couldn't have said it better myself."
Ryan shot him a glare."Shut up, F-Rank!"
Ding!
+40 SP copied (Frustration).
The instructor continued, "The special class begins in two days. You will each be given a basic F-level cultivation technique and spiritual tools to assist you. The world is changing, and you, the youth, must adapt to it."
His sharp gaze landed on each student, lingering just long enough to make them squirm.
"Train well, and you may find yourselves rising far above the limits you see today," he finished.
As the instructor left, Ryan continued to grumble loudly about his "wasted physique," while Kent casually leaned back, grinning to himself.
"Thanks for the SP, Ryan," he thought.
He opened his system quietly.
Ding!
+60 SP copied (Frustration).
+45 SP copied (Annoyance).
"Keep it coming, guys," Kent muttered under his breath, pretending to yawn. "You're all helping me 'awaken' my sister."
After school, Kent returned home and pulled up his system screen, scrolling through the store.
"Now that Nima's physique is off the charts, I need to find her a good cultivation technique. And maybe some spiritual tools too."
He grinned as he browsed the system, SP points shining brightly.
"All this SP… thanks to my classmates, my sister's gonna become unstoppable," he thought, feeling unusually proud of himself.
Kent leaned back in his chair, staring at the glowing system screen.
"And I'll keep it that way. No one's gonna mess with us—ever."
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