It was a usual day—those same lazy mornings, those same familiar faces of students and teachers. I was sitting in class, staring at the sky as the lecture dragged on, just waiting for the day to end even though it had only just begun.
"Why is everything so boring?" Asher muttered to himself.
The same thing repeated every day: wake up, go to school, come back home. The same routine—it was killing him. The boredom made him feel like dying.
Asher's thoughts:
Asher was 18 and in high school. But he wasn't just an ordinary kid—he was blessed by the heavens, as his name suggested. A genius of the century, a handsome young man with the brains of one in a million. He lacked nothing to reach the peak of the world.
He had mastered every art he came across. Fighting, creating, building—there was nothing he couldn't do once he took interest in it. He was the very definition of a prodigy. People had given him many titles, but there were two that stuck the most: "The Lazy Genius" and "The Sin of Pride."
Asher knew his abilities—and he was proud of them. That pride made many people dislike him, but he didn't care. He was rather proud of being who he was.
He was bored of everything. He had already accomplished almost everything there was to accomplish. Without ever trying too hard, he had everything. He needed something exciting—something new.
"I wish some kind of apocalypse would happen... so I could finally be free from this boredom," he murmured, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, searching for something—anything interesting.
Suddenly, a white light flashed before his eyes. When he opened them, he found himself in a place he had never seen before—it was an endless plain stretching under a clear sky. It felt like a dream.
"Where am I? Am I dead? Or is this just a dream?" Asher asked calmly.
Before him, a figure appeared out of nowhere. Asher froze, shocked. It looked like something—or someone—he wasn't supposed to see.
"Why does he look like that?" Asher mumbled, his voice filled with confusion and curiosity.
It was the first time Asher had felt both shocked and excited at the same time.
"You seem more surprised than I expected, Asher," the mysterious figure said.
"The genius of the century—the one who stands at the peak—I offer you my respects."
"Do I know you?" Asher asked, still watching the figure carefully.
"No," the figure replied. "But I know you."
"You're bored and tired of your world, aren't you? I've come to offer you a chance to change that."
"You're saying... you can make my heart race again?" Asher asked with a smirk.
"Don't you want to know where you really came from?" the figure said, stepping closer. "Or who I really am?"