After I had woken up, I realized that my stats had gone up.

Level: 5 +5 Strength: 45 (Medium) +30 Durability: 47 (High) +34 Speed: 18 (Max) +13 Endurance: 200 (High) +65 Vitality: 1 MXP (Extremely Low) [4] +1 P Perception: Stimuli Heightened, Max Focus Reaction Ability 1: Barrage A barrage of punches that hit soft and weak areas to weaken the opponent. Ability 2: Lightning Punch A punch so incredibly fast that it looks like lightning. High strike damage and almost impossible to counter. Art Style: Lightning (+10 Speed)

“My god…”

I had also gained a new ability. Impossible. I’m not even a rare blood. How?

I took off to the library, since it was morning, and it opened in five minutes. I walked over to the Schompoe section, which had books explaining everything.

I looked at the myths and legends section. Some of these books had my grandfather. He definitely deserved those books. I looked at art styles, rarebloods, and a part called hybrids. It was a myth book, but the book said, “If a rareblood’s descendant uses the same art style as the user, the descendant will be known as a hybrid. There are currently zero known and identified hybrids.” So I’m a hybrid. Wow. I searched through the book more. “If a user has P or MXP, they are extremely powerful. MXP stands for max prestige, meaning that they have fully maxed out their prestige selection. P stands for prestige, which means they restarted their stat category at the start, but it is compressed into more levels of said stat. One prestige means a single level in a stat is equal to two levels in the stat.” Wow. I’ve never known that I was actually this powerful. But why would it only be at the start that I was weak? I checked the schedule for boxing matches. My next match was in 30 minutes, at 10:00. Since it was a Saturday, I had all the time in the world. I decided to go to the area.

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I started training on a boxing bag. I was much faster, and my barrage broke the bag. I switched bags and used lightning punch. My fist struck the bag at a fast rate, in which my fist had gone straight through the bag. I had basically skewered it. I took my fist out and the sand poured out, making a huge mess. After I had picked up both the messes, I went to regular punches. I was three times faster than before. Roughly five minutes later is when everyone started to arrive. It was me against a kid named Franklin. He was about the same as everyone else, but his ability was a short time buff that is extremely powerful. However, everyone seems to underestimate them. I walked over to the guard machine and set the punch power to max. It was the closest thing, and I must be ready if he tries to hit me with insane power. I put my guard up. A second later, the fist shaped machine came flying at about 100 MPH, and my guess was accurate according to the machine. My guard stood up, and slowly went down. I had blocked the punch, but my forearms hurt like crap. I wondered how I could continue blocking, but Franklin’s buff could be shortened into a single punch, for a chance at winning. I couldn’t find anything that could replicate the punch. About fifteen minutes later, I was getting ready for the match. My forearms were fine, and an abundance of people gathered. I could hear whispers and rumors about how I was winning and that Franklin had to be careful. Finally, I went onto the stone platform. We call it a “stone platform” even though it is padded with thick layers of foam, because by tradition it used to be stone platforms. However, players would sometimes suffer an injury because of it. So, they decided it would be a good idea to add padding in the late nine-teen hundreds. Five minutes later was when Franklin finally arrived. He looked like he had a big ego. I knew I had to smash it.

When the starting hammer smacked against the bell, Franklin rushed at me. He tried throwing wild haymakers, but they were easy to block. He’s just throwing a bunch of these wild haymakers. Should I counter him? About half way into my counter is when I realized that it was bait. He turned his buff on, trying to attack me over and over again. I managed to parry most punches, but one of them managed to hit the left side of my rib. It did low damage, but it still started to hurt after that. He tried again, but I pushed his hand to the right. I hit him with a low elbow jab to his upper body, but he used his left hand to block it after two hits. Then, he curled his right hand wrist and broke free. Everything went slow, again. I used my barrage. He blocked one but the second one penetrated his block and hit his chest, causing him to spout out blood through his mouth. The third one smashed against his nose, fracturing it and causing it to bleed. The fourth one crushed one of his ribs. He still managed to get back up. He started to combo me a little bit. He punched me in the rib, cheek, nose, ear, and left arm. I used my right to counter him, causing him to lose stability. He still pushed forward, rushing at me blindly. Each time I would just counter him. I used my lightning punch. My fist closed up and pushed forward at insane rates. It hit his stomach, winding him and causing him to fall down and he caught himself with a single hand and both of his knees. I kicked him in the face, forcing his entire body to fling back. He put his fist forward to try countering me, but I dodged easily. I kicked him in the solar plexus, which immediately bruised. He fell down, and got back up one more time.

He put all of his ability into one punch. Halfway through his punch is when he realized I was nowhere to be seen. He looked around. I was right there, behind him. Right before he tried putting his energy into this ability, I dashed behind him. He looked straight behind him. I hit him with a lightning punch. He fell down, unable to do anything about it. This time, he didn’t catch himself. He didn’t get up. His body was covered with sweat and blood, and mine only had a couple bruises. I backed off the stone platform and the medic team came out.

After the match was when I got the news. He was in a coma with two fractured ribs, one broken, solar plexus bruised badly, nose fractured with some bone parts missing with the nose bone exposed, fractured hand, and bruised jaw. His entire upper body was screaming with pain, and a greenish-purple color. I walked home, deep thinking. At this point, I didn’t really care about the opponents. I would just almost kill all of them. I was too power ego engulfed, not realizing that these people actually have lives. When I got home, I started training. I didn’t tell my parents anything. Just a blank, “I don’t give a crap, I’m too powerful” stare walked into home, on my face. They looked at me, and thought that I had lost again. They asked questions, and I didn’t even bother to answer them. I was tired of being treated like dog crap and expected to be happy. I was tired of it all. My parents were alcoholics, and my father was known for rape. I was so tired with it all. I packed my bags. I stole some of the money back that they had taken from me for “not spending it wisely” even though they were just broke. I made an escape plan. At 12:05, I would slide open my window, throw a small mattress down, and land on it. Our house was two stories tall, so it was a problem getting down without hurting myself. I would then walk over to the orphanage to lie about me being an orphan. I would be financially stable because I would have a place to sleep and eat. I could make income by collecting recyclable items and giving them to a nearby center where it is five cents per bottle. I could make a couple bucks per day, which is all I need.

I executed my plan. It worked perfectly. The worker actually believed me, and I got a place to sleep and eat, with shelter.