The city was burning.
Not everywhere — but in dangerous patches. Like the world was slowly tearing itself apart in zones, each one a pocket of chaos where newly awakened Supernovas lost control.
Dioka and Guakulia walked through the ruins with the quiet confidence of people who should not be this calm during an apocalypse.
Dioka stretched like he just woke up from a nap. "Bro, why does it feel like we're the only ones not freaking out?"
Guakulia scanned the ruined buildings, noting scorch marks, claw slashes, and unstable energy signatures glowing faint red across surfaces. His voice stayed calm, low, calculated.
"Because our instincts aren't human anymore."
"Damn… poetic."
"You're misusing the word poetic."
"Let me live."
But then—
WHOOOM—
A helicopter roared overhead.
Then another.
Then four more.
Military-grade.
Not rescue.
Not civilian evac.
Containment.
Loudspeakers blared across the devastated street:
> "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. We're going Fortnite lobby mode already?"
Guakulia didn't react. "This was inevitable. The government can't allow unclassified powers roaming free."
Dioka leaned close. "Bro, we're literally the definition of 'unclassified.'"
"…yes."
Ground troops marched in — tactical armor, energy-resistant plating, rifles designed to suppress unstable Supernovas.
They encircled the street like wolves surrounding two lions, unaware they weren't predators anymore.
A soldier raised a scanner toward them.
> "You two! State your Track classification!"
Guakulia stayed silent.
Dioka pointed at himself. "Uh… yeah, about that… we kinda don't have one."
The scanner beeped.
Beeped again.
Then glitched.
A loud electronic screech tore out of the device, and the display flashed red:
ERROR_CODE: 000
ENTITY TYPE: UNREADABLE
RETRYING…
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 with the slow dread of someone who suddenly knows he's underqualified for his job.
> "Boys… don't move."
Dioka whispered to Guakulia, "Why he say it like we're wild animals?"
"Technically, our biology is no longer categorized as human—"
"Stop making it sound worse."
Before the soldiers could act, another tremor ripped through the street.
A loud metallic groan.
A shockwave.
A yell.
Something massive barreled out of a collapsing building.
A mutated giant — eight meters tall, muscles like concrete pillars, eyes glowing with crimson instability. Veins pulsing neon blue.
A B-Rank Berserker.
It roared and swung a bus like a baseball bat.
Soldiers scattered.
Guakulia's eyes narrowed. "His mutation is too unstable. He'll wipe out this entire block."
Dioka: "Cool, let's beat him before he does."
Guakulia side-eyed him. "That is… an oversimplification."
"Let me have my anime moment, man."
The Berserker turned toward them, chest heaving like a furnace. It locked onto Dioka — something about his chaotic energy triggered it.
It charged.
BOOM—
Each step cracked asphalt.
Guakulia stepped back. "I'll observe. Don't die."
"WOW THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT."
The giant swung—
Dioka ducked under the bus-sized fist by instinct, sliding on broken concrete like a pro skater. His body adapted again — joints loosening, muscles optimizing for dodging, reflexes spiking.
He popped up behind the beast and punched its ribs.
CRACK—
The monster stumbled, eyes widening.
"Bro… I just dented him? Let's gooo—"
The Berserker grabbed Dioka and hurled him through a truck.
Guakulia exhaled. "Your confidence is premature."
Dioka crawled out of the smashed vehicle. "Nah I'm good. Just… recalibrating my pride."
The Berserker charged again — but Guakulia finally moved.
He didn't blink.
Didn't shift.
Didn't posture.
He simply extended one finger.
Space bent around that tiny gesture.
The Berserker froze mid-charge, like reality itself said "stop right there, buddy." Its body distorted — not breaking, but being redirected. Its mass curved off-course by a calculated spatial slip.
It stumbled sideways and crashed into a building instead.
Dioka yelled, "BRO. You just PARABOLA'D him."
Guakulia shrugged. "Basic redirection."
"BASIC???"
The Berserker roared again, preparing another charge.
Guakulia spoke calmly:
"Dioka."
"Yeah?"
"Now."
Dioka didn't question.
He sprinted forward, leapt high, body adapting again — legs reinforcing, arms tightening, kinetic energy pooling in his core like liquid power.
He slammed down with a punch full of redirected electricity from earlier, bursting through the air like a thunderstrike—
BOOM—
The shockwave echoed across the shattered district.
The Berserker collapsed, unconscious.
Silence.
Dust settled.
Soldiers stared in stunned terror and awe.
Dioka wiped his nose. "I call that one… the Thunder Dunk."
Guakulia looked away. "Please never say that again."
A soldier whispered into his radio:
> "Command… the anomalies neutralized a B-Rank Berserker alone.
Requesting immediate reclassification.
These aren't civilians.
These are… something else."
Another replied softly:
> "Copy. Preparing Level Black Containment protocols."
Guakulia heard that.
His eyes narrowed.
"Dioka."
"Yeah?"
"They're planning to capture us."
Dioka blinked. "Like… politely? Or like bag-over-the-head capture?"
"Considering their weapons are pointed at us: the second one."
Dioka stretched. "Aight. So what's the move?"
Guakulia's expression shifted ever so slightly into a smirk.
"We stop running."
He stepped forward. His presence sharpened like a blade breaking through its sheath.
"From this point on," he said quietly, "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.
Because for the first time…
They understood something:
The system didn't create these two.
Nature didn't shape them.
Fate didn't write them.
They were outside everything.
And the world had no idea how to handle them.