Varun stared at the ceiling. He hadn't slept. Not really.
The events of the previous night played on a loop in his head—the flash, the pain, the change.
His body didn't feel tired. In fact, it felt… awake....Too awake.
His fingers twitched with energy. His vision was too sharp. He could hear the creak of pipes in the walls, the buzzing of a fly outside the window.
Something was wrong.
Something was different.
The walk to school felt like a dream—if dreams had details so clear they hurt.
He could count the ants on the sidewalk without stopping.
He moved through crowds before they could step in his way—like he is predicting the future.
His senses were beyond human. His instincts—flawless. But none of it made sense.
When Varun reached school, they came, them.
Ronit and his gang. Same place. Same time. Same mocking laughter.
"Didn't get enough yesterday, freak?"
Varun didn't stop. But this time, it wasn't out of fear.
He was calm.
Too calm.
They surrounded him.
The first punch flew toward his face.
But Varun wasn't there anymore.
He was behind them. None of them had seen him move.
"What the hell—?!"
More attacks.
He didn't just dodge. He weaved. Slid. Moved through them like smoke. Perfect.
Then—one punch.
A sound like thunder exploded through the hallway.
All five bullies were gone, flung across the corridor, unconscious before they hit the ground.
Gasps. Screams. Silence.
And in the center stood Varun… staring at his own fist.
"I didn't mean to…"
He didn't feel powerful.
He felt teriffied
That night, he ran.
Farther than sound. Through streets, forests, rooftops.
He stopped only when the ground became unfamiliar. His breathing never broke. Not once.
In the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, he tested his limits.
A punch shattered a brick wall like it was glass.
A leap launched him across buildings.
He slammed into steel—and the steel crumpled, not him.
His power was growing as well as his intelligence.
But so was the fear inside him.
Where did this come from?
Why me?
Then—he arrived.
A hooded figure. Standing in the dark, unmoving. As if waiting.
"I've been watching," the man said. Not in English. Not in any Earthly language.
And yet…Varun understood every word.
"You're not supposed to have that power."
"Who are you?" Varun demanded.
"I gave it to you," the man replied. "And now, I want it back."
"If you don't return it," he added, his voice colder than ice, "I will destroy this world."
Before Varun could react—
BOOM.
The first hit sent him flying.
CRACK.
His ribs shattered from the second blow.
THIRD STRIKE.
The entire warehouse turned to dust.
Varun ran. Not because he was weak.
Because this thing… this man... was something else.
He returned home, drenched, bruised, but alive.
His injuries healed fast.
And he didn't waste a second.
With his powers, his intelligence had also gone to another level.
Ideas flowed through his mind like electricity. Complex theories, advanced codes, impossible blueprints. What took scientists years, he understood in seconds.
And in just one night, he built something no one else on Earth could:
Lucy—a super intelligent AI.
She powered on with a soft chime.
"Hello, Varun."
He told her everything— the power, the man, the attacks.
Lucy listened in silence. Then her voice returned, steady and cold:
"He is not from this world."
The next encounter was worse.
This time, the third attack didn't destroy 25 meters.
It wiped out 250.
Entire buildings were gone. Cratered.
And Varun barely escaped.
But he didn't come out empty-handed.
A book
Strange. Ancient. Alien. Covered in symbols no human should understand.
But Varun could
He read the first page.
His name… is Aevor.
He is not human.
His power follows one rule:
Five attacks per day.
Each one stronger than the last.
After that—only fists.
The rest of the pages? They made no sense. The symbols blurred, changed, resisted understanding.
But Lucy scanned the second page and spoke again:
"Page two:
Whoever possesses Aevor's power… can evolve it. Through training."
Varun's hands trembled.
He hadn't just survived by luck.
He had the potential to grow. To fight back.
And just when he thought it was over, Lucy added one last thing—calmly, almost too calmly:
"Also… I can evolve. I'm becoming more than what you created."
Varun stared at the screen, breath caught.
First powers. Then Aevor.
Now... Lucy?
And in that moment, Varun realized—
he wasn't the only thing changing.
He was the last hope of the world.
And every burden now rested on his shoulders.
Something far worse was coming.
And only Varun stood in its way.