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The announcement can be heard in the background as Silas finally stepped out of the airport with just a leather bag in his arms as he made his way outside, dressed up in a thin, furry brown leather jacket and sunglasses.
His fashion sense suited his appearance; the brown leather suited his curly brown hair and hazel eyes under the black sunglasses.
His eyes seem to be searching for a taxi to return home as soon as possible, but in the middle of all that, some familiar faces caught his attention.
"Hmm..." Silas muttered in surprise as almost instantly his face was filled up with a bright smile, his steps rushing towards the direction in front of him, passing by several other travellers; his steps finally stopped as he fell over the arms of a couple awaiting him right outside the airport.
"You really know how to give a surprise!!!" Silas sniggered with a bright smile as he tightly hugged those two; the couple also held him tightly in their arms.
"You look alright." The man who seemed like a literal older version of Silas wearing transparent glasses commented after taking a deep look over Silas, but instantly cutting him off, his wife retorted, "What's alright?! Can't you see all these scratches all over my arm?! Even on cheeks! Oh God! What if it left a scar on my sweet boy!"
The woman said in worry, Silas chuckled seeing that amusing yet familiar sight, "Oh, by the way, Mum, I got a local speciality for you; they sell freakin amazing woollen jackets up there in the North! Let's go! Go!"
Silas sniggered, and pushing his family along with himself, they exited the airport, making their way through the car parked right outside, and with a little drive, they arrived back at their home.
It was a comfortable and quiet locality for just residence, in a society built over the hills, away from the loud main region of the city. It was a comfortably big modern house.
"Mmmm!" Stepping out of the car, Silas's eyes washed all around his home that he returned to after several months, while stretching, the nostalgia filled his mind.
'... No place as comfortable as home after all.' He chuckled at the silly and common thought of himself and, unloading the baggage from the car, made his way instantly inside the home with a grin on his face.
But that came to a halt as his mother turned back with that uncertain expression on her face yet again, "Oh Silas! I was thinking about making an appointment with the doctor for the evening. We should check up on your wounds and—
"Oh right! I took some pictures of the comet! Come here, Dad! Here it is!" Silas, cleverly avoiding the topic, pushed ahead inside the home entrance. Not giving any chance to his mother to strike up that conversation again, he went ahead, showing off all the beautiful pictures of nature and stories behind them on his journey.
The caution and worries in the back of their minds quietly vanished as the time went by, and then after the dinner he retreated back to his own room, which was just like the same as before.
His PC was placed over the table beside the window of his room on the second floor, with a comfortable bed at the centre of the room with a wooden luxury cupboard right beside that, it was quite the spacious room full of pictures clicked by Silas hanging over the walls in big and small frames.
'They even cleaned up the dust, huh...' Silas smiled warmly, and after a sigh, removing his T-shirt, he arrived in front of the body-size mirror, looking at his own reflection. There were just some minor bruises on his face and a deep cut that seemed to be effectively healing back around his left cheek.
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There were a lot more cut marks around the back of the palm and fingers, and a minor cut over his arms caused by that mysterious meteorite due to Silas's stupidity.
"It's healing back nicely, huh... I look like someone who came back from a war?" Silas chuckled and started inspecting his eyes in front of the mirror and looking around for some pimples or infection marks over his face, but thankfully there was nothing like that.
But instead, what happened next left him even more stunned; some strange information started to fill up Silas's mind; it was in weird codes and language, but to his surprise, he understood it all.
"What the—!?" He instinctively backed off from the mirror, and grasping his mouth in shock with widened eyes, his eyes once again moved over towards his reflection in the mirror.
'Am I having psychotic attacks?' Silas frowned, but the next instant that same phenomenon happened yet again, strange information filling his mind.
'What an actual fuck?!' Shivers seem to run down his mind as he felt that strange sensation yet again, strange information in strange codes, which he seemed to understand naturally as if that was his second nature.
'Name - Silas Bianchi
Age: 24
Race: Human
Title - Prime Awakened
Beast - 0
Skill - Regeneration (Tier 1)'
This information has filled his mind; it was something between virtual and vocal information inside his mind. Silas's face was full of nervous sweats as he confirmed his doubts.
'What the hell is going on here...' Silas gritted his teeth and immediately rushed outside of his washroom, away from his reflection, and the moment he reached out, the information popping up inside his mind, simply vanished.
"It's my gaze..." Silas muttered in a state of confusion, and after a deep breath, he stepped back, and the moment he glanced at his reflection again, he noticed the strange codes once again filled his mind.
'It's my data... I don't know what kind of data it is, but it seems like it pops up when I look into my reflection. Silas took a note of that in his mind: 'Does it work on other things?' he thought.
And with that, he focused his gaze over the bed lying inside his room, and not even a second later, those strange codes filled his mind yet again.
'Name - Double Bed
Material: Wood (Pine), Synthetic Foam, Cotton Fabric
Condition - 92% (minor wear and tear)
Properties: Comfort (Medium), Durability (High)
Notes: Suitable for two adults. No abnormalities detected.'
Silas blinked rapidly, his heart pounding in his chest.
'What... is this? An analysis ability? In real life?!' His breathing grew heavier, and his gaze darted around the room, eyes falling on the clock hanging on the wall. The moment his focus locked onto it, the information surged into his mind like a flood.
'Name - Wall Clock
Type: Quartz Movement Clock
Condition - 98% (Battery: Full)
Time - 9:12 PM
Notes: slight delay of 0.3 seconds due to miscalibration.'
His whole body shivered; this strange phenomenon itself was unexplainable, but even more so, this phenomenon or ability, it wasn't just identifying objects—it was analysing them down to their most intricate details.
'This... this is insane.' He stumbled back, gripping his head as the sheer overload of information assaulted him. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was overwhelming, like a floodgate had been opened directly into his brain. He staggered toward the wall, his heart thundering in his chest.
'Stop, stop, stop for a minute!' he gasped, slamming his eyes shut. The stream of data ceased instantly just like before, leaving a moment for silence.
Breathing heavily, he tried to piece together what was happening. His gaze flickered toward his reflection in the bathroom mirror yet again, but this time, he hesitated. His hand hovered over the wall beside him, fingers pressing lightly against the cool surface.
'This... something straight out of a game.'
He bit his lip, heart still racing, but curiosity gnawed at him. He opened his eyes, once again locking them onto his reflection, and as expected, it appeared again...
'Name - Silas Bianchi
Age: 24
Race: Human
Title - Prime Awakened
Beast - 0
Skill - Regeneration (Tier 1)
This time, Silas's gaze lingered on the 'Title - Prime Awakened.' The moment his mind focused on it, more information streamed in.
'Title - Prime Awakened
A title granted to those who are the first of their kind to achieve awakening. As a Prime, you stand at the forefront of evolution. Your awakening may grant abilities unseen in others.
Effect: Increases affinity for unique abilities. Greater chance to develop exclusive skills. Enhanced potential for Beast Domination.'
Silas's eyes went wide as he decoded that strange string of information: "Beast domination? Exclusive skills? What kind of world have I fallen into?"
His gaze darted to his listed skill—Regeneration (Tier 1). As if in response to his curiosity, a flood of new information poured into his mind.
'Skill - Regeneration (Tier 1)
Type - Passive
Effect: Heals minor wounds over time. Recovery speed increases with skill rank. Higher tiers unlock limb regeneration and resistance to fatal injuries.
Current Effect: Minor wounds (scratches, bruises, and shallow cuts) heal 3x faster than normal.'
Silas's mind went into overdrive. 'Healing? Regeneration? I did indeed feel that my cuts and bruises were healing fast, but I just thought it was because they were minor wounds...' He clenched his fists, feeling his heart steadying. 'No... calm down. Think logically.'
His eyes scanned the room once more, now with purpose. His gaze swept over his desk, his chair, his phone, and even the air around him, wondering if he'd see something strange.
And as expected, each time it was a show of those strange codes of information inside his mind, w
ith each new object, new data, down to its smallest details!
His jaw dropped, and he staggered on his steps. 'This is literal omniscience.'