The morning bell echoed through the dorms like a scream. Her body ached. Her ribs felt cracked, her fingers twisted. But she stood anyway.
In the yard, mud clung to her feet. Rain poured like it wanted to drown the whole sky.
"No Name!"
"Move, rat!"
"You'll never matter!"
Their words were arrows, but she'd grown numb to the pain. All except one voice.
"Why do you keep getting up?" the silver-haired girl asked from under an umbrella.
The nameless girl looked up, blood dripping from her lip. Her answer?
"Because someday, I'll be the reason you kneel."
That night, one of the students took things too far. A blade. A broken rib. Too much blood. She almost died in her bed, whispering a name she never knew she had.
She almost chose death.
She almost gave in.
But in her dying dream, she saw Lucifer—not as a devil, but as a father—extending a flaming hand.
"Do you want to die forgotten, or suffer until the world remembers?"
She grabbed his hand.
She woke up screaming.
And her wounds... were gone.
AI SCALING SYSTEM UPDATED...
durability: E-
experience: F+
strength: E
biq: E-
iq: E-
hax: Locked
ability: Locked
endurance: D-
agility: E
intelligence: E-
power: E-
weaponry: Locked
stamina: E
combat: F
feat: F
AP: F
DC: F
attack speed: F
combat speed: F
base movement: F
narrative speed: F-
healing restoration: E+
soul speed: F-
reaction speed: F
combat movement: F
physical speed: F
teleportation speed: Locked
attack speed: F
healing speed: E
WARNING: Mental Stability 17% – Heartbreak Risk Detected.
EMOTION DETECTED:Fear masking itself as rage.
The girl would no longer be called weak.
Not because the world accepted her.
But because she refused to die.