The Boy Who Was Born Too Strong
The world had always been simple.
Strength decided everything.
Not kindness.
Not effort.
Not morality.
Power.
From the moment a child was born, their life followed a visible path. A system hovered over every human being, measuring growth, potential, and worth. Levels increased through quests, training, combat, and survival. Stats improved through discipline and experience. Those who worked hard could rise. Those who failed stayed at the bottom.
It was a cruel system, but it was fair.
Everyone started the same.
Level 1.
No exceptions.
At least, that was what people believed.
Until the night Charzie was born.
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The rain outside fell heavily, striking the roof of the small house like thousands of tiny drums. Inside, the air was thick with heat and panic. A lantern flickered near the bed where a young woman struggled through labor, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
The midwife leaned forward, sweat running down her face, voice firm but urgent as she encouraged the mother to keep pushing.
Almost there. Just a little more. You can do it.
The woman cried out in pain, exhaustion breaking through her voice. I can't… I can't anymore…
Yes you can. One more push.
Near the doorway, a man paced back and forth, anxiety written all over his face. His hands shook every time his wife screamed. He had never felt so useless in his life.
Is she okay, he asked for the tenth time.
The midwife snapped back without looking at him. Stay back and let me work.
Another wave of pain hit, and the mother screamed again.
Then suddenly—
A cry.
Small. Sharp. Alive.
The sound filled the room instantly.
Relief flooded the space like sunlight breaking through clouds.
The midwife smiled in exhaustion as she lifted the newborn carefully.
It's a boy.
The father's shoulders dropped, tension leaving his body all at once. Tears formed in his eyes as he stepped closer.
Let me see him.
And then the midwife froze.
Her smile disappeared.
Her hands started shaking.
At first the father thought she was just tired, but then he noticed the blue glow reflecting on the walls.
He looked up.
Something hovered in the air above the baby.
A translucent screen.
Impossible.
His stomach tightened.
What is that…
The mother lifted her head weakly from the pillow, voice barely a whisper.
What's wrong…
The midwife did not answer immediately.
Her lips trembled as she stared at the floating interface.
Level…
The father followed her gaze.
A number glowed clearly.
LEVEL 12
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The father forced a confused laugh, hoping this was some mistake.
That's wrong… right…
Every human started at level one.
Always.
The number changed.
LEVEL 13
The midwife stepped back instinctively.
No… no… that's not possible…
Another notification appeared beneath the number.
Unique Skill Acquired — Regeniruso
Adaptive Evolution — Accelerated growth, regenerative progression, limitless stat optimization
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly. The lantern flame flickered violently. The windows rattled as if wind had burst into the house even though the storm outside had not changed.
The baby stopped crying.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Silver.
Bright.
Focused.
He was not staring randomly like newborns did. His gaze locked directly onto the midwife.
She felt fear crawl up her spine.
He's… looking at me…
The father tried to calm himself. He's just a baby…
Then the baby smiled.
It was not a reflex.
It was not random muscle movement.
It was intentional.
The midwife's knees gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, trembling.
Oh gods…
The father's voice dropped into a whisper.
What's wrong with him…
Her answer came out broken.
He shouldn't exist.
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Three years later, the village fields shook with the sound of rushing wind.
A blur of motion shot across the grass faster than the eye could follow. Leaves scattered into the air, dirt lifting from the ground in spirals behind the streak of movement.
Laughter echoed.
A man chased desperately behind the blur, breathing heavily, legs burning.
Charzie slow down!
The blur stopped instantly.
The man nearly crashed into the small child standing in front of him.
Charzie tilted his head, confused.
You're slow.
The man bent forward, hands on his knees, gasping for air.
You're… three years old…
Floating above the child's head was a glowing interface.
LEVEL 35
The man stared at it in disbelief.
That's not normal…
Charzie didn't care.
His attention was already somewhere else.
Wanna see something cool?
The man's eyes widened.
Wait don't—
Too late.
Charzie vanished.
A sharp boom cracked through the air.
Birds exploded out of nearby trees in panic.
Less than a second later, Charzie reappeared behind the man holding an apple, perfectly calm.
Got hungry.
The man's jaw dropped.
You ran to the orchard… and back…
Charzie nodded proudly.
Yeah.
The man whispered under his breath without meaning to.
Monster…
Charzie heard it.
And for the first time…
He smiled.
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Fear did not arrive all at once.
It grew slowly.
Children avoided him during games.
Parents pulled their sons and daughters closer when he walked past.
Adults lowered their voices when speaking about him, even when he was not nearby.
At age four, Charzie already understood something important.
People were scared of him.
At age five, he began to enjoy it.
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One afternoon near the training yard, several children watched him from a distance.
Don't go near him, one boy whispered.
My brother said he broke a rock with one punch, another said.
Is he dangerous, a girl asked quietly.
Charzie appeared in front of them instantly.
They screamed.
He blinked.
Why are you screaming?
Nobody answered.
They were shaking.
Charzie crouched down so he was closer to their height.
Do you wanna play tag?
One boy started crying.
Please don't…
Charzie frowned.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
The boy shook harder.
You're lying…
Charzie paused.
Are you scared of me?
Silence.
Nobody said yes.
Nobody said no.
They just trembled.
Inside his chest, something warm spread slowly.
Power.
Control.
Importance.
He smiled.
Oh.
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Years passed, and his growth never slowed.
Every time he woke up, his level had increased.
Every time he moved, his stats improved.
He never trained seriously.
He never struggled.
The skill Regeniruso adapted his body automatically.
His parents watched with growing concern.
One night during dinner, his mother asked gently where he was putting his stat points.
Speed, he answered while eating.
His father frowned.
Only speed?
Yeah.
What about strength or durability?
Charzie shrugged casually.
I don't need them.
Why not?
He smiled confidently.
Because I'm already the strongest.
Neither parent knew how to respond.
Because he was right.
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By age seven, villagers began bringing offerings.
Food.
Coins.
Small gifts.
One old woman bowed deeply in front of him.
Please protect us.
Charzie blinked.
Protect you from what?
Monsters… bandits… anything…
Another villager knelt.
Without you we would die.
Charzie looked around.
Everyone was bowing.
Fear mixed with hope.
He grinned.
Okay.
Power felt good.
Really good.
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The first time he hunted monsters alone, he was eight.
A wolf pack had been attacking livestock near the forest.
The village chief approached him nervously.
We need your help.
What do I get, Charzie asked immediately.
Anything we can give.
Deal.
He disappeared into the forest.
Minutes later, an explosion echoed through the trees.
The ground shook slightly.
Birds fled into the sky.
Charzie returned calmly, dust on his clothes.
Done.
He dropped the severed head of the alpha wolf onto the ground.
People gasped.
A child whispered that he was amazing.
Another whispered that he was scary.
Charzie loved both reactions.
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By thirteen, nobody in the region could challenge him.
Traveling fighters tried.
Hunters tried.
Adventurers tried.
All failed.
One swordsman had challenged him publicly in the training yard, confident in his level advantage.
The duel lasted less than a second.
The man's sword shattered.
Charzie stood behind him with a finger resting lightly against his neck.
If I push you die.
The swordsman dropped to his knees.
Monster…
Charzie smiled.
He liked that word.
---
At seventeen, Charzie had grown into someone impossible to ignore.
Tall.
Handsome.
Silver eyes glowing faintly.
Confidence radiating from every step.
His interface floated beside him as he stood in front of a mirror.
LEVEL 92
His speed stat towered far beyond normal human limits.
Everything else remained low.
He chuckled softly.
Still the strongest.
Outside, villagers waited to see him pass.
Some bowed.
Some avoided eye contact.
Some stared with awe.
A group of girls carrying baskets froze when he approached.
He stepped closer casually.
You. Name?
Mira, one answered nervously.
You're pretty, he said smoothly.
Her face went pale.
Thank you…
Come with me tonight.
I… I can't…
His smile never changed.
I wasn't asking.
Her friends whispered urgently for her to agree.
She nodded quickly.
Yes… I'll come…
Charzie grinned.
Good.
As he walked away, the girls collapsed in fear behind him.
One whispered through tears asking why someone like him existed.
---
Later that evening, Charzie stood alone on a hill overlooking the village.
The sun painted the sky orange and gold.
Below him, people looked small.
Insignificant.
He spoke quietly to himself.
This world really is unfair.
Then he smiled.
But unfair in my favor.
Wind swirled around him as he activated his speed slightly.
Leaves lifted into the air.
Dust spiraled outward.
Power hummed through his body.
I was born better than everyone.
He paused.
And that's not my fault.
So they should just accept it.
He looked down at the village one more time.
I'm the strongest.
And for the first time in his life…
He truly believed nothing in the world could ever prove him wrong.