CHAPTER — The One Who Wanted to Be Average
The light faded.
The blinding white slowly receded, leaving Luke standing in the dream-space once more. The darkness around him felt heavier now, as if it were watching. In front of him, new text began to form, clearer and brighter than before.
" CATEGORY CONFIRMED "
" AURA MASTER — 5 STAR "
" STATUS: UNIQUE "
" MASTER OF ALL AURAMASTER"
Luke stared.
For a moment, he didn't breathe.
Aura… Master?
Five star?
Unique?
His hands trembled slightly. His chest tightened, not with excitement—but with disbelief. Of all the possibilities, of all the outcomes the world had imagined, this was not one he had ever considered.
"No…" he muttered.
The words remained, unmoving, absolute.
Aura Master meant control. Authority. Supremacy over aura itself. A power beyond categories, beyond ranks. A power no one else possessed.
Luke's knees felt weak.
"Why… me?" His voice echoed faintly in the darkness.
This wasn't happiness.
This wasn't relief.
It was weight.
Pressure.
A responsibility so vast it made his head spin. While the rest of the world would be waking up screaming in joy, celebrating their new strength, Luke felt something sink deep into his chest.
Depression.
Fear.
A sharp sense of isolation.
"Why am I the only one?" he shouted suddenly, the words tearing out of him. "I didn't ask for this! I don't want it!"
The dream-space vibrated.
Then the voice returned.
The same voice that had spoken from the sky. Calm. Emotionless. Unavoidable.
"Do you reject your power?" it asked.
Luke clenched his fists. "I'm not happy," he said loudly. "Everyone else wanted power. I didn't. So why me?"
Silence followed.
Then the voice spoke again.
"You misunderstand."
The darkness around him shifted, and faint images flickered—crowded classrooms, heated conversations, glowing eyes filled with desire.
"Power was never assigned based on desire."
Luke's breathing slowed.
"Aura Master is not dominance," the voice continued. "It is responsibility. Control. Understanding."
Luke shook his head. "I would've been fine being average," he said bitterly. "That's what I wanted."
The words echoed.
And suddenly—
The scene changed.
Luke stood on the balcony again.
The same city lights below. The same quiet night. The same wind brushing past him. Time felt distorted, like memory and present had merged.
He leaned against the railing, looking down at the world.
Average.
That word echoed in his mind.
If he were average, no one would judge him. No one would expect anything from him. He could live quietly. Stay human. Stay normal.
He had understood something long before others did.
That power divides.
That ranks create distance.
That once people are labeled strong or weak, relationships begin to crack.
He had seen it coming before power was even given.
And now—
He had been given the greatest power of all.
"With great power comes great responsibility," Luke whispered.
The voice answered him, not from the sky, but from everywhere.
"Exactly."
Luke turned.
"You saw what others ignored," the voice said. "While the world chased strength, you questioned its cost. While others dreamed of domination, you feared division."
Images flashed—Luke staying silent in class, stepping away from arguments, standing alone on the balcony.
"You understood responsibility before receiving power."
Luke's eyes widened slightly.
"That is why you were chosen."
The words settled heavily.
Aura Master was not given to the strongest.
It was given to the one who feared power the most.
Because only someone who did not desire it would hesitate to abuse it.
Only someone who wished to be average would understand balance.
Luke looked out over the city again.
Somewhere below, people were waking up, cheering, celebrating, screaming in joy or despair. The world was changing forever.
And he stood above it—not by choice, but by burden.
"I didn't want to be special," he said quietly.
The voice responded, steady and final.
"That is precisely why you are."
The dream began to fade.
Light gathered around Luke once more.
As the world prepared to wake, one truth became clear—
While humanity celebrated power,
the one who understood it most
stood alone,is the most capable for it.
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End of Chapter.