Neo's heavy eyelids awoke to the scent of fatigue lingering in his muscles. Rays of early morning sunlight filtered through the room's curtains like golden threads trying to pierce his inner darkness. His old wooden bed creaked beneath his blanket when he turned around, his black clothes clinging to his skin like snakeskin, reminding him of yesterday's battles—blood dried beneath his fingernails, the smell of gunpowder still lingering in his hair. His bare feet pressed against the cold bathroom floor, each step echoing in the empty room. The hot water from the shower tried to wash away the memories of the fight, but the faint scent of death that had lingered on his breath since he woke up refused to fade. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed in the mirror a fleeting golden spark in his eyes—the legacy of the Saiyan's incomplete genetic transformation. "System," he whispered hoarsely, and in the air before him a translucent blue panel formed as if made of starlight.
[Name: Neo]
[Element Void: Level 1 ★★☆☆☆ -]
[Dark Element: Level 1 ★★☆☆☆ - ]
[Death Element: Level 0 ☆☆☆☆☆ - ]
[Luck: Level 1 ★★★☆☆ - The three stars were stolen from fate itself]
[Spiritual Weapon: "Venzdno" - Relic Sword of the God of Destruction]
He smiled, a smile as sharp as his sword blade. "Don't underestimate me from now on," he said to the painting that was melting into blue smoke, while he tied his black belt tightly, as if preparing a shield to protect his stomach that was beginning to growl with hunger.
It was a new battlefield. The smell of frying bacon clashed with the bitterness of black tea in the air. On the table, a small blue paper attached to a magnet in the shape of a dragon caught his attention.
His sister Bella's elegant handwriting proclaimed, "I went to the academy. I'll be back at 12 noon." - Bella
That simple statement carried the formality of a student council president: No room for nostalgia, no time for details. His scarred fingers picked up the pan with amazing dexterity.
- Swift movements as if a subtle display of Saiyan power. As he ate, he glanced at the golden clock hanging on the wall: 9:00 AM. "Only three hours and you'll be back," he muttered as he swallowed the last mouthful. But something strange suddenly made him freeze... a subtle scent mingled with the smell of food. Blood? No, maybe just an imagination.
On his way back to bed, he passed Bella's desk, cluttered with papers. A small picture of the Student Council on the wall reminded him of how busy she was: Bella in the center, smiling confidently, but her eyes held a hidden tiredness. 'Even she fights her battles,' he thought, adjusting his pillow.
The bed creaked again under its covers, but Neo closed his eyes as he placed his hands under his pillow, where he had hidden "Fensden"—his code that whispered the names of the dead. "12 noon..." he repeated like a mantra. Sleep this time was like a dark cloud, as a part of him remained awake, silently awaiting the arrival of his sister's steady footsteps on the stairs.
**(( heat : I am also waiting for your sister Bella, your sister has a perfect body 😈 👉👌😂 I am joking, back to the chapter)
Severia spoke suddenly!!
Severia [The smell of blood that you smell is due to your genetic transformation. All your senses have increased, including your sense of smell and taste, and everything you have because Saiyans are gorillas, according to what I understood from the system and reading your genes.]
"New" Oh, Severia, didn't you say you were going to sleep in
Yesterday, thank you for explaining to me the reason for the smell of blood.
Severia [Don't worry, you're also my messenger, I have to take care of you anyway, sleep will help you complete your genetic transformation]
"New" Okay, thank you.
Then Neo closed his eyes and started thinking about tomorrow because he has training with Teacher Sina so he must be ready for tomorrow and tomorrow is the beginning of the first chapter of the main story
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