The story got already advanced and why did the path of the story get segwayed and this is our first chapter just follow this:

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the school hallway was a lullaby to Vincent. He leaned against the cool wall, observing the chaotic dance of high school life as if it were a poorly choreographed play. The drama, the petty squabbles, the forced smiles – it was all so utterly predictable. He could solve any problem thrown at him, from the most intricate calculus equation to the most convoluted political debate, within minutes, sometimes even seconds. Yet, with every solution, a yawning chasm of boredom widened within him. He saw the world as a puzzle, and he'd already assembled the pieces.

Vincent wasn't arrogant; he was simply… detached. He existed as a shadow in his own life, a spectator in a reality that held no challenges. He longed for something – anything – that could reignite the spark of interest that had long since been extinguished. Lately, a particularly dangerous idea had taken root. He'd been toying with the concept of creating a virus, something potent enough to cause chaos, perhaps even transform a nation. It was a terrifying, thrilling potential, a way to finally feel something beyond the monotonous hum of the mundane.

Just as he began mentally sketching out the initial coding sequence for his theoretical plague, a ripple in the air shimmered before him. It was a sensation more than a visual phenomenon, a feeling of something alien, vast, and indescribably powerful. A voice, resonant and echoing like the chime of a forgotten bell, echoed within his mind.

"One wish."

Vincent blinked, momentarily jolted from his morbid musings. "A wish?" he murmured, almost to himself, his fingers instinctively twitching. He could wish for anything. Immortality, unimaginable wealth, the power to reshape the very fabric of reality. Yet, these held little allure for him. He'd already seen the end of the puzzle; he craved the struggle, the unpredictable chaos that could break the monotony.

He paused, letting the concept of his planned virus fade away like smoke. The system, whatever it was, was offering him a chance for something truly unique. He looked up, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I wish," he began, his voice low and calm, "to give everyone a power or skill, that can inherent or upgrade their power or skill depending on the related power or skill to their blood. For example, if a father has a blood power or skill, then the son can have a blood manipulation power. Any power or skill they can imagine, but they can only have one power or skill unless it is connected to their own, like a copy or absorption power. And once they die, the power they had will come to me, a hundred times more powerful than the original, plus a bonus that will times itself to how many years they held the power. For example, if they had it for fifty years, that will have a plus fifty times multiplier. And also, I can give the power I absorb to someone."

The silent pause that followed hummed with unseen energy. Then, as abruptly as it appeared, the sensation was gone. The world seemed exactly the same, yet fundamentally altered. Vincent closed his eyes, feeling a strange new tingle race through his system, a subtle hum of latent power waiting to be unlocked. He knew, instinctively, that his wish had been granted.

He opened his eyes, a genuine spark of interest now flaring within them. This was no longer a pre-assembled puzzle; it was a kaleidoscope, shifting and changing with each passing second. The world was about to become a very different place, and for the first time in a long time, Vincent was genuinely intrigued.

He watched as a girl in the hallway suddenly gasped, her hands glowing with a soft, golden light. A boy stumbled, surprised as his shadow began to move independently, mimicking his every gesture. The chaos, though subtle, was already unfolding.

He knew he had set the cat among the pigeons, or perhaps unleashed a Pandora's box. He had given to the masses, the chaos he had been seeking. And he, the detached spectator, was now a key player, a collector, and a distributor of power. He was no longer a side character, but the silent conductor of a symphony of evolving abilities.

His boredom was gone, replaced by a quiet anticipation. The world was now a dynamic, ever-changing experiment, and Vincent, the once-detached observer, was ready to see what heights – or depths – it would reach. He was ready to collect. He was ready to learn. He was, finally, engaged. The hum of the fluorescent lights faded into the background as Vincent stepped into the chaotic dance of a world suddenly brimming with infinite possibilities. The game had begun. And he was ready to play.

Vincent's eyes wandered, drinking in the unfolding chaos. Students stumbled, discovering their newfound abilities. Some exhilarated, others terrified.

Nearby, Sophia Rodriguez, a shy sophomore, delicately nurtured a blooming flower with her botany powers. Across the hall, Tyler Chen's coding skills manifested, his fingers flying across an invisible keyboard.

Vincent's gaze settled on Elijah Thompson, the charismatic quarterback, whose eyes now shone with superhuman strength. Lila Patel, the math whiz, solved complex equations with eerie speed. Julian Lee's art gained vibrant, reality-bending dimensions.

As Vincent observed, his mind whirled with possibilities. His wish had ignited a maelstrom, reshaping reality.

The school's intercom crackled, Principal Jenkins' voice echoing through the halls. "Students, please report to the auditorium for an emergency assembly."

Vincent's curiosity piqued, he merged with the crowd, blending into the sea of bewildered faces.

What would the principal announce? Would the world understand its newfound chaos?

Vincent's eyes locked onto Elijah, Lila, and Julian, his future allies. Together, they would navigate this unpredictable landscape.

The auditorium doors swung open, revealing a packed assembly. Principal Jenkins stepped onto the stage, flanked by local authorities.

"Ladies and gentlemen, students and faculty," Jenkins began, "we face unprecedented circumstances. Reports flood in of... extraordinary abilities manifesting globally."

Vincent leaned forward, intrigued.

How would humanity respond to his gift?

Would they embrace chaos or seek order?