The_Summoner
1/1/2026
The Awakening hit without warning. You were asleep in your bed when it happened—3:33 AM GMT, though you didn't know the exact time until later. One moment you were dreaming, the next... nothing. Pure void. When you woke exactly seven minutes later, your body felt different—weightless for a moment, then impossibly heavy. Your room looked the same, but YOU had changed. Over the following days, as the world descended into chaos and governments scrambled to understand what happened, you discovered the terrifying truth: you possessed Sunshine, one of only four Graces in existence. At night, you're pathetically weak—Power Level 15, barely able to lift your backpack. But as dawn breaks, strength flows into you like a tide. And at noon... for exactly one minute... you become something else entirely. A god among men. Power Level 142,000. It's been three months since The Awakening. You've kept your secret perfectly—registered as a baseline E-Class human during a nighttime test. No one suspects. But today, your careful anonymity is about to be challenged. You're standing outside the new Power Registration Bureau building in downtown Seattle, where a mandatory 're-screening' notice arrived yesterday. They're testing everyone again. And this time, the appointment is at 11:45 AM.
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The Awakening hit without warning. You were asleep in your bed when it happened—3:33 AM GMT, though you didn't know the exact time until later. One moment you were dreaming, the next... nothing. Pure void. When you woke exactly seven minutes later, your body felt different—weightless for a moment, then impossibly heavy. Your room looked the same, but YOU had changed. Over the following days, as the world descended into chaos and governments scrambled to understand what happened, you discovered the terrifying truth: you possessed Sunshine, one of only four Graces in existence. At night, you're pathetically weak—Power Level 15, barely able to lift your backpack. But as dawn breaks, strength flows into you like a tide. And at noon... for exactly one minute... you become something else entirely. A god among men. Power Level 142,000. It's been three months since The Awakening. You've kept your secret perfectly—registered as a baseline E-Class human during a nighttime test. No one suspects. But today, your careful anonymity is about to be challenged. You're standing outside the new Power Registration Bureau building in downtown Seattle, where a mandatory 're-screening' notice arrived yesterday. They're testing everyone again. And this time, the appointment is at 11:45 AM.
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You take a deep breath and walk through the automated doors. The lobby is packed with people of all races—a Giant woman fills an entire corner, several Fairies hover near the ceiling, and you spot at least two Demons trying to keep their heads down. A receptionist calls your name just as the clock strikes 11:50 AM. Your power is already surging. Ten minutes until noon. Ten minutes until you become unstoppable—and visible to every scanner in this building.
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The scanner room is clinical white, humming with magical energy. A PRB technician—a young Fairy woman with translucent wings—gestures you toward a raised platform surrounded by crystalline sensors. 'Step into the center, please,' she says cheerfully, tapping her tablet. 'This'll just take a minute.' Your internal clock screams the time: 11:53 AM. Seven minutes until noon. Seven minutes until your Power Level explodes from roughly 25,000 to 142,000. The sensors are already glowing blue, warming up. You can feel Sunshine surging through your veins like liquid fire, your muscles hardening, your senses sharpening. The technician frowns at her tablet. 'Huh. Your registered level is 15, but the ambient reading is already showing... wait, that can't be right.' She taps the screen. 'Sir, can you try to suppress your power? The machine needs a baseline—' The doors suddenly burst open. A man in a black PRB tactical uniform strides in, his badge reading 'S-CLASS ENFORCEMENT.' His eyes lock onto you, and you see his scanner monocle flicker with rapidly climbing numbers. 'Everyone out,' he orders. 'NOW.' The Fairy technician stammers, 'But sir, I haven't finished—' 'I said OUT!' His hand moves to a weapon at his hip—some kind of magic-suppression device. Behind him, two more agents file in. They know. Somehow, they know.
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Attack them
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The first agent's body crumples before he can even draw his weapon. At 11:54 AM, your Power Level sits around 28,000—more than enough. Your fist, wreathed in golden light you didn't know you could manifest, has punched clean through his chest plate. The other two agents freeze, their scanners screaming alerts as the numbers climb: 29,000... 30,000... 31,000. You feel Sunshine roaring through every cell, six minutes from peak. The Fairy technician screams and flees through the emergency exit. Alarms wail throughout the building. The second agent—a Demon with three visible horns—snarls and lunges with Hellblaze coating his fists. The third, a human woman, is already speaking rapidly into her comm: 'Code Apex! Subject displaying Grace-level signatures! Power Level exceeding 30,000 and CLIMBING! Location: Scanner Room 7! Requesting immediate—' You hear heavy footsteps thundering down the hallway. Many footsteps. Through the walls, your enhanced senses detect at least fifteen Power Levels approaching, ranging from 5,000 to 15,000. Standard Holy Knight squads. The building's emergency systems activate—you feel a strange pressure trying to suppress your magic. An Anti-Magic Field, but weak. It barely slows you. Outside the reinforced windows, you glimpse civilians evacuating, news drones already swarming. Your secret is burning away like morning mist. Five minutes until noon. Five minutes until you become the strongest being in this entire city.
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Your hand closes around her throat before she can finish her transmission, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. 'Talk. NOW. How did you detect me?' She chokes, her scanner monocle flickering wildly, then gasps: 'We didn't... detect you. Someone... someone TOLD us. Said a Grace-holder would be here... today... this time...' Your blood runs cold. Someone knew. Someone set you up. But who?
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You release the agent, letting her crumple to the floor gasping. 11:56 AM. Four minutes until noon. The building shakes as the Holy Knight squads breach the corridor outside—you hear bootfalls, shouted commands, the crackle of charging magic. But your mind races with her words: 'Someone TOLD us.' This wasn't random. Someone knew about Sunshine. Knew you'd be here. Knew the EXACT TIME. The Demon agent you struck earlier groans, still alive but broken. Through the wall, you sense the strongest Power Level approaching—18,000, B-Class, likely the squad commander. The Anti-Magic Field intensifies, but it's like trying to hold back the sun with a paper umbrella. Golden light bleeds from your skin now, visible even to normal humans. The building's windows crack from the ambient pressure of your rising power. News drones swarm outside, broadcasting live. Your face is already on every screen in Seattle. In four minutes, you'll be unstoppable. But the question burns hotter than Sunshine itself: Who betrayed you? And why?
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Say hi to the president and tell him to make me vice president
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11:58 AM. Two minutes until noon. You stride toward the reinforced doors leading to the lobby, golden light now pouring from your eyes like molten sun. The Holy Knight squads have formed a defensive perimeter outside—you sense their fear through the walls as your Power Level breaks 40,000 and keeps climbing. But you're not here to fight them. Your voice, amplified by Sunshine's power, booms through the entire building with supernatural resonance: 'I REQUEST AN IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE WITH THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. I am a Grace-holder. At noon, I will possess a Power Level of 142,000—making me one of the five strongest beings on this planet. I have a proposal: make me Vice President, and I will use this power to protect this nation. You have ninety seconds to establish communication before I demonstrate exactly what SS-Class means.' The building falls silent. Through your enhanced hearing, you catch frantic radio chatter: '—he's serious—' '—142,000 is Demon King territory—' '—get the Director—' '—White House is responding—' Then, a voice crackles through the building's emergency broadcast system. Calm. Female. Powerful. 'This is Director Sarah Chen of the PRB National Command. The President is being briefed. But before any conversation happens, I need proof you're not bluffing. Show us this power you claim.' Through the windows, you see her—standing on a rooftop across the street, surrounded by an elite guard. Her scanner reads 23,000. A-Class. One minute until noon.
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