Mai walked beside the teacher, her steps small and restrained, trying to calm herself. Her face stayed blank, but inside she forced a smile at her own thoughts. It's harder when you actually feel everything.. Facing it and not backing away, she told herself. Maybe I never understood anything at all.
The hallway of Akita Technical School stretched in a long, pale line. Finally, they reached the one place with cold air: the principal's office. The teacher guided her inside. Mai sat down on the chair while the principal—an older woman with sagging skin, soft fat around her cheeks, and small lumps around her jawline—typed behind her circular glasses.
Moments passed with nothing but the sound of keys. Mai's heart kept screaming even though her mind begged to pretend everything was fine. But her brain wouldn't obey. She felt like she wasn't even her own person. Then a voice broke through.
The principal looked up, her eyes calm but distant.
"Mai Jiko…" she murmured, scrolling through the student logs. Mai perked up slightly at her name. "Grade 12, Senior High—Kotogakkō." A sigh escaped her. The sadness in her expression felt performed, like she was imitating concern rather than feeling it. "Mai… why didn't you come to school these past months? You know what will happen, right? How could your parents allow something like this?"
"I…" Mai opened her mouth, but the words hurt. She stared down. Answering felt impossible. Maybe it was shame. Maybe something else.
Another sigh. "You really are something, Miss Mai. We sent letters, emails, confirmations, even calls. Not a single response."
"I was tired," Mai whispered. "Because of something. I just wanted rest… maybe."
"Well, I'm sorry. But here."The principal handed her a suspension confirmation. Mai took it, fingers tightening around the paper. She stood slowly. The principal had already turned back to her work.
Thoughts flooded her—she didn't even have money for food or education. People would think she was mentally slow, someone who failed a grade. She squeezed the paper until it crumpled, wanting to scream, but her face stayed blank. Then she noticed something small in her hand—a figurine of an animal, cracked slightly.
Someone was with her. Magically.
"Hey, Miss Principal."
The woman didn't look up. "What is it? A complaint? I tol—"
The figurine snapped in Mai's hand. From the broken pieces, a large black wolf erupted—a creature with a ragged, dark leather-like coat of fur. Its thick paws pressed into the floor as it stared straight into the principal's eyes.
The woman clutched her chest. "AHHH!"
"I don't care about any of this…" Mai laughed, her eyes shining with wild joy. "I'll do my own thing."
More figurines cracked open—giant shadow monsters rose, one of them tall enough to lift Mai onto its shoulders. Small animals, goldfish, spirits, and strange creatures scattered through the hallway. Cloaked purple humanoids grabbed Mai's bag. Students stared, some terrified, some amazed.
Oriele ran toward her."Mai! You never told me you had something like this! Where did you get it?!" Her smile was full of vanity and excitement.
Another figure stood behind her—Eifer, with medium-length hair. He didn't say anything. He just stared, quiet, admiring. Mai noticed.
She smiled cheekily. "It's my own."
A wand appeared in her hand. She waved it, and glowing flowers burst into the hallways—blue, purple, red, pink—blossoming everywhere, brushing the walls with living light.
The creature carried her outside the school.
She was… happy.
Adam — POV
Adam walked somewhere far from the school, the sun beating on his skin. It irritated him. Can't the world just go cold for once? No sun… but everything still fine?
He remembered what the old man had said: Help people in need.He sighed, thinking quietly. Then an idea struck him—Akita Hospital Center.
He headed inside with a faint smile. People stared at him strangely. Patients lined up for check-ups and interviews.
A nurse approached. "Hello sir, are you visiting someone?"
"No."
"Then are you here for a check-up?" She lifted a clipboard filled with forms.
But by the time she turned back, he was gone—moving faster than anyone could track.
People would kick him out if he acted suspicious. He knew that. But everywhere he looked, people were suffering. Too many of them. He wondered…
Nearby, a doctor spoke to a family. Their daughter lay in a bed, a hat covering her head.
"I'm sorry… the cancer is terminal," the doctor said. "Glioblastoma. We performed intense chemotherapy and surgery to remove as much as possible…"
His hand clenched his notes, almost crumpling them. "We did everything we can. All we can do now is keep her comfortable… for the time she has left."
Adam listened, silent, distant. A middle-walker between doing nothing and doing too much.If you had the power… would you really stay still?
Time passed. The adults fell asleep from exhaustion.
Rehan, Adam thought, his hands trembling as his eyes turned into glowing yellow gemstones. You know what to do.
[Roger.]
They bought sleeping gas—Piercebox toxins—drones linked to Rehan's control center, regenerative potions, and more. Adam felt fear twist in him.
Rehan… you can do this, right?
[Sigh, Adam… you've got the best doctor in your skull. Calm down. But we only get one chance. She's weakened from every surgery, every therapy.]
Adam trusted him.
He spent creation points—too many, he thought—on a robotic surgical droid, mechanical arms, floating laser drones, programmable needle-sized appendages. Rehan spoke to the girl while she groaned softly from a headache.
"Do you want to be healed?"
She stared at him, eyes wide. "Are you an angel?"
Rehan ignored the question. "Do you want to be healed?"
The girl fell silent. Then:"I don't want to go to heaven yet… I want to have fun again."
They dosed her gently with sedatives. Rehan nodded. Everything became sterile—antiseptic everywhere. A mask placed, a surgical suit formed from creation points. Adam panicked at the cost—one hundred points.
[Sigh, Adam… you need everything.]
Then the operation began.
It looked like magic. Perfect precision. Adam's golden eyes turned machine-like seeing through everything, even something that can't be seen the cells themeselves. Plates of bone opened without scratching a single tissue. Every structure identified. Arteries avoided. Veins unharmed.
Time itself felt slower.
Hundreds of microscopic extremely small appendages moved like dust pluckers in the wind, removing every malignant cell, every trace of the tumor, touching nothing else.
When it was done, Rehan administered regenerative potions. The skull healed. The tissues restored. The bots compressed back into Adam's body.
Silence.
Then peace.
Adam left the room. And he continued helping others—restoring limbs, healing wounds, fixing what no one else could... While there were unconscious.
By the time he walked out of the hospital, his eyes slowly dimmed back to darkness. He felt like he might collapse.
"Huff… That was something…"
As he almost collapse to the hospital... Hahh, i guess no one seen me... Man piercebox... Your sleeping gas really does work..
As my eye's were bleeding... Being dead tired...