From the beginning of time, gods and demons clashed—not for justice, not for reason, but simply because their natures demanded it. The gods, keepers of order, wove the laws of the universe, bathing existence in light and structure. The demons, born of chaos, sought to devour that order, spreading darkness wherever they stepped.
No one could tell which side was right, which was wrong. Battles tore across realms, shaking stars from the sky and carving rivers into the earth.
Amid this endless conflict, a fragile race emerged—humans. Small, fleeting, and seemingly insignificant, yet astonishingly resilient, they could bend the laws of the universe to their favor, holding back consuming darkness and wielding light in ways even gods could not anticipate. Both gods and demons coveted human souls, offering heaven or hell in exchange for loyalty, yet they could never claim them. Human souls were restless, forever escaping grasp, continuously reincarnating, slipping through divine and infernal fingers alike.
Humans held within themselves contradictions no other being could master—darkness and light, intelligence and foolishness, strength and weakness, kindness and cruelty—all at once. In today's world, the terrifying human race, the only species no one could hold back, is ironically restrained by themselves.
Yet, amid billions, some are born exceptional—beings whose lives are destined to unlock the full breadth of human potential. These are the ones who surpass all limits, who shape reality itself, and whose mastery of both body and mind transforms them into perfect beings. They are revered, feared, and whispered about in awe. They are called… the Art of Perfection.
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The scene shifted from the echoes of gods and demons to a place far removed from immortal battles—yet not without its own storms.
Indus High School loomed large, a sprawling campus buzzing with life. Students rushed through its wide corridors, laughter and chatter mingling with the occasional scolding from teachers. Groups of boys and girls clustered together, leaning against walls or sitting on benches that lined the sides, their voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of teenage energy.
Backpacks swung, books clattered, and sneakers squeaked against the polished floors. Everywhere, there was movement—small dramas playing out in whispered conversations, laughter, or the occasional teasing remark. The high school was alive, a world unto itself, oblivious to the cosmic forces that had shaped its existence—or the exceptional humans quietly walking among its hallways.
Then, as if the air itself had shifted, two figures appeared out of nowhere, dressed in standard school uniforms, backpacks slung over their shoulders.
One stood slightly shorter, about 5'8", with a slim yet athletic build that suggested speed and agility. The other towered at 5'11", broad-shouldered and muscular, exuding a quiet but undeniable strength.
As they walked down the corridor, their presence seemed to pull the attention of every student in the hallway. Conversations faltered mid-sentence, and heads slowly turned, eyes following their every move. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd—curiosity, awe, and perhaps a hint of fear mixing together
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