The city was burning.
Not everywhere — just dangerous patches. Pockets of chaos where newly awakened Supernovas lost control, tearing the world apart.
Dioka and Guakulia walked through the ruins with the calm confidence of people who shouldn't be this relaxed during an apocalypse.
Dioka stretched. "Bro… why does it feel like we're the only ones not freaking out?"
Guakulia scanned the buildings — scorch marks, claw slashes, faint red energy traces. Calm. Calculated.
"Because our instincts aren't human anymore."
"Damn… poetic."
"You're misusing the word poetic."
"Let me live."
Before they could continue…
WHOOOM
A helicopter roared overhead. Then another. Then four more. Military-grade.
Not rescue. Not evacuation. Containment.
Loudspeakers blared:
> "ATTENTION ALL AWAKENED INDIVIDUALS.
YOU ARE REQUIRED TO SUBMIT FOR RANKING AND IDENTIFICATION.
FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL BE MET WITH IMMEDIATE FORCE."
Dioka's eyebrows shot up. "Oh damn… Fortnite lobby mode already?"
Guakulia didn't flinch. "Inevitable. The government can't allow unclassified powers roaming free."
Dioka leaned in. "Bro… we're literally unclassified."
"…Yes."
Ground troops advanced — tactical armor, energy-resistant plating, rifles built to suppress unstable Supernovas. They encircled the street like wolves closing in on two lions.
A soldier raised a scanner.
> "You two! State your Track classification!"
Guakulia stayed silent.
Dioka pointed at himself. "Uh… yeah… we kinda don't have one."
The scanner beeped. Glitched. Screeched.
ERROR_CODE: 000
ENTITY TYPE: UNREADABLE
RETRY FAILED
REPORT TO COMMAND: LEVEL BLACK ANOMALY DETECTED
The soldier froze. "L-Level Black…? Those aren't supposed to exist—"
His commander stepped forward. Slow dread etched into every movement.
> "Boys… don't move."
Dioka whispered, "Why does he say it like we're wild animals?"
"Technically, our biology isn't human—"
"Stop making it sound worse."
Before more words could be exchanged, a tremor ripped through the street.
A metallic groan. A shockwave. A roar.
From the ruins barreled an eight-meter-tall mutated giant. Muscles like concrete pillars. Eyes crimson, veins pulsing neon blue.
A B-Rank Berserker.
It swung a bus like a baseball bat. Soldiers scattered.
Guakulia's eyes narrowed. "His mutation's unstable. He'll destroy this block."
Dioka grinned. "Cool. Let's beat him before he does."
Guakulia side-eyed him. "Oversimplification."
"Let me have my anime moment, man."
The Berserker locked onto Dioka, sensing chaotic energy. It charged.
BOOM
Asphalt cracked under its steps.
Guakulia stepped back. "I'll observe. Don't die."
"WOW. THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT."
The giant swung. Dioka ducked under the bus-sized fist, sliding across broken concrete. He popped up behind the beast and punched its ribs.
CRACK
The monster stumbled. Eyes wide.
"Bro… I just dented him? Let's gooo—"
The Berserker grabbed Dioka, hurled him through a truck.
Guakulia exhaled. "Confidence is premature."
Dioka crawled out. "Nah… just recalibrating my pride."
The Berserker charged again. Guakulia finally moved.
He didn't blink. Didn't posture. Just extended one finger.
Space warped. The Berserker froze mid-charge. Its mass curved sideways, redirected by a precise spatial slip.
Dioka yelled, "BRO. You just PARABOLA'D him!"
Guakulia shrugged. "Basic redirection."
"BASIC???"
The Berserker roared again, preparing another strike.
Guakulia's voice was calm: "Dioka."
"Yeah?"
"Now."
Dioka didn't question. He sprinted, leapt high, kinetic energy pooling like liquid power. He slammed a punch infused with redirected lightning—
BOOM
Shockwave ripped across the shattered district. The Berserker collapsed, unconscious.
Silence. Dust settled.
Soldiers stared in awe.
Dioka wiped his nose. "I call that one… the Thunder Dunk."
Guakulia looked away. "Please never say that again."
A soldier whispered:
> "Command… anomalies… neutralized a B-Rank alone. Requesting immediate reclassification."
Another responded:
> "Copy. Preparing Level Black Containment protocols."
Guakulia's eyes narrowed. "Dioka."
"Yeah?"
"They're planning to capture us."
Dioka blinked. "Politely? Or bag-over-the-head style?"
"The second one."
Dioka stretched. "So… what's the move?"
Guakulia smirked faintly. "We stop running."
He stepped forward, presence sharp as a blade.
"From this point on, the world will hunt anomalies."
Dioka cracked his knuckles, electricity dancing between them.
"So let's show the world why that's a bad idea."
The soldiers hesitated.
For the first time, everyone understood:
The system didn't create them.
Nature didn't shape them.
Fate didn't write them.
They were outside everything.
And the world had no idea how to handle them.