Versatile System

Trevor stayed routed to his seat.

He couldn’t even start to believe what he was seeing.

The C-Ranked monster was a nightmare made flesh—a towering eight-foot brute with three milky, lidless eyes that seemed to track movement independently.

Its legs were twisted at unnatural angles, and large, leathery black wings tucked against its back, twitching with agitation.

Trevor was taken aback by the sight, his heart hammering against his ribs, until a firm tap on his shoulder snapped him back to reality.

"Here. Take this sword," the man in the passenger seat said, his voice as professional as if he were handing over a pen.

"In case it charges at the vehicle, you should have a way to at least defend yourself."

Trevor took the blade, his fingers curling around its head. He was shocked, but he knew better than to argue.

He watched in silence as the two men stepped out of the car. The moment the doors opened, a heavy, suffocating presence descended on the area.

Even the monster felt it; its three eyes widened, and it let out a low, guttural hiss of pure primal fear.

Trevor whispered to himself, his breath hitching. These men weren’t normal. Their essence had evolved. They were at the Tyrant level of their power journey.

Back at school, they taught the basics of the power ladder, but seeing it in reality was a different beast entirely.

At the bottom were the Hollows—the fragile and powerless.

Then came aweakened, where essence was a flickering, unstable flame.

Above that was the adept, where people like Levi lived—enhancing speed and strength but remaining unrefined.

Then astral, where the body itself became a reinforced weapon.

The, Avatar, came next where essence took a visible, terrifying form.

But these men... they were Tyrants.

At this level, essence didn’t just empower the user—it imposed itself on the world.

The very air grew heavy.

Movement slowed. Weaker beings instinctively submitted.

The driver didn’t waste a second. He unsheathed a blade that hummed with a gleaming glow of essence and stabbed it into the asphalt.

The ground rippled with such violent force that it dragged the eight-foot monster backward, stumbling.

Before the beast could even draw breath to roar, the second man lunged.

His blade slashed through the air with a precision that bordered on the divine. In a matter of seconds, the C-Ranked beast lay lifeless on the road.

Trevor’s mouth nearly hit the floor. The coordination was impeccable.

He realized the driver’s essence likely revolved around Earth or Raw Strength, while the second man was a pure Combat Specialist.

After all they where different combat essence around miss Silvia had the primal tiger essence while Caroline had the raw combat essence

He calmly returned the sword to the men as they got back in the car.

It felt useless in his hands now—what could he do with a piece of steel when he was sitting behind two living disasters?

The ride home was smoother , but Trevor was lost in thought.

He remembered just a few days ago when an F-Ranked creature had nearly ended him. He shuddered.

He needed to get strong and fast.

Soon, the car pulled up in front of Trevor’s small, modest apartment.

He thanked the men, looking at them a bit longer than usual. They were beings capable of erasing him in a fraction of a second, yet they simply bowed with professional grace and drove off.

Trevor watched the taillights fade, a firm decision hardening in his mind: One day, I will be stronger than them.

But that’s thought only kept him wondering even more.

’how strong was Vincent roseman’

He stepped inside, and almost immediately, a pleasant aroma hit his nose.

But unlike yesterday this time his heart sank. He rushed into the sitting room and found Mia.

She had prepared a beautiful delicacy and was sitting patiently in front of her plate, waiting for him. It was obvious the food had been ready for a while.

Trevor’s heart dropped even more at the sight of her. She looked even more stressed and exhausted than yesterday.

"I thought I told you I didn’t want you preparing meals anymore!"

Trevor said, his voice rising slightly from a mix of guilt and fear for her health. "Look at how stressed you look, Mom. This isn’t healthy for you at all!"

"It’s quite late, don’t you think?" Mia said calmly, her voice steady but weary. "Why are you shouting? Let’s just eat, please."

Trevor felt a pang of regret. He softened his tone, moving closer to her.

"I’m sorry... but there was cereal, different kinds and flavors. You should have just had some and waited for me. I would have prepared the meal when I got back."

His voice was now a low whisper, carrying nothing but care and apology.

"Look, Trevor, let’s just eat," Mia said defensively, meeting his gaze with a look of confusion and a hint of helplessness.

"Is there really such a big problem with me choosing to cook for my son?"

Trevor sighed, the sound heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and genuine concern.

"Yes, Mom, there is a problem. With your current health, it’s just not advisable for you to keep standing over a hot stove," Trevor said, his voice dropping into a low, steady tone as he moved closer.

He stood right beside her chair now, looking down at her with eyes that reflected the weight of the world he was currently navigating.

"Why do you love complaining so much?" Mia countered immediately. Her voice was sharp, laced with a flicker of resentment that caught Trevor off guard.

"No, I don’t like—" Trevor started, but Mia cut him off before he could even finish the thought.

"Or is it that you don’t like my food anymore?" she challenged, her eyes shimmering with a sudden, painful vulnerability.

"Why do you always do this? Have you even considered that maybe... maybe I feel less pain when I’m busy? That preparing this for you makes me feel better than just sitting here waiting?"

Trevor paused, the air in the small apartment suddenly feeling as heavy as the essence of the Tyrants he had just left.

He looked deep into Mia’s eyes, seeing the raw, heartfelt complaints pouring out of her.

He saw the pride she took in caring for him, even as her body weakened, and the desperation she felt to remain useful in his life.

Without a word, moved by a sudden, intense surge of emotion and the need to silence the pain between them, Trevor leaned forward.

In a desperate, unforeseen moment, he pulled her into a passionate embrace.

Trevor kissed her with a fierce intensity, a silent promise that she truly meant the world to him and that everything he did, every risk he took was for her.

At first, Mia was frozen in sheer shock, her breath hitching at the suddenness of the gesture.

But as the warmth of the contact seeped through her, the tension in her shoulders finally snapped.

She melted into the kiss, the resentment and exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the overwhelming safety of his presence.