Stefan's shocking growth

They both turned to Stefan, who had been silent. "Are you ready to be a titan once again?" Jason asked, his eyes glued to the white-headed young man.

"Jason, we both know gaining a spot on the official team without abilities will be hard," Sang-hee's depressed tone rang.

"I am," Stefan replied firmly.

"Great, there's no time. I'll be leaving Asia in two months, so I'll be responsible for you for now. I've got to inform you; you'll go through some tests to check your physique and ability. Since you just woke up, why don't I return next week…"

"Tomorrow, come pick me up by morning," Stefan said, stunning Jason and Sang-hee. He already knew he had abilities, and his current physique was even better than when he started, and his mother's health was his driving force.

"Stef, my boy, don't rush things."

"I'm not Uncle Jason. Hmmm, about these abilities… do they have levels or…?" Stefan asked, his gaze glued to Jason's face.

"They do. You'll learn about them in the camp. But don't feel pressured. A little bullying from those brats is nothing compared to your goal."

"I'm flattered, but who says I don't have an ability?" A smile played on Stefan's lips as he got to his feet and walked toward his room.

"What is it?" Jason hurriedly went after him, only for Stefan to chuckle. "We'll find out at the camp," he said and sealed the door to his room.

"Tsk! This brat is still annoying," Jason grumbled.

With a sigh, he turned to face an angry mother who hadn't even spent time with her son and he'll soon leave.

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After a bath, Stefan went to the dining table and sat down, facing his mother who had a wronged expression. Chuckling, he went behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck and resting his face on her shoulder.

"You should have stayed a little longer," she complained.

"Okay, I'll stay."

"W-What! I was kidding and do you really have abilities? Being a titan without an ability makes it almost impossible to join the team," With a concerned face, she said.

"So far, I can hear the thoughts of a single person, I don't know how deep I can go and I think my cells generate lightning when I use my speed ability. The lightning must be my elemental advantage because from what I've seen, just speed won't cut it."

"You have two abilities! It doesn't matter what level they are, you'll surely be given good treatment in the camp."

Seeing his mother's excited expression, a genuine smile appeared on his face, illuminating his good looks.

"Ara! Look at my handsome boy, will you finally find a girl, this time?" Sang-hee asked hopefully.

"How about you think of something and I'll tell you what it is?" Stefan diverted the topic and Sang-hee gladly obliged, curious to know about her son's ability.

(I know you Purposely avoided it. Your life doesn't have to revolve around me Stef, you have your own life ahead of you. I'm already...)

"I'm not listening anymore!" Stefan hissed, walking away from the diner while his mother shook her head.

"A century is enough for that special girl to arrive," she muttered to herself before staring at the table and realizing they hadn't eaten.

"Stef!" She called out and he instantly appeared. "Mum, you called."

Judging from his speed, she knew he either used his ability or stood behind the wall this whole time.

"I want to watch my boy eat," Sang-hee said with excitement as she piled so much food that Stefan feared for his stomach.

After a while, he slowly walked into his room, his stomach bloated as he dragged his feet along the ground.

'Absolutely nothing will make me try this again!' Stefan hissed, slumping onto his bed and gazing at the ceiling.

His pictures and awards adorned a well-cleaned white shelf, but staring at Richardson's face only made his blood boil.

'Tomorrow, I'll see what the Titans have become. I forgot to ask what camp we're going to.... What the heck is my other ability, mind power, Telepathy? Can I only hear people's thoughts?' He kept pondering until his consciousness drifted into slumber.

The next morning, Stefan opened his eyes, yawned, and was startled by the sound of his bones as he stretched.

Quickly leaving the bed, fear gripped his heart as he saw long white hair on the bed. Clutching his head, he felt his hair and exhaled loudly.

With quick steps, he appeared before a mirror but wasn't expecting the sight before him.

Touching his well-defined face, even smoother than it was in his peak, he trailed down to his muscular body, lined with perfect abs.

His hair became vibrant, softer, and at an appropriate length, making it seem like he had just cut it.

Staring at those crimson eyes gleaming like precious gems, Stefan couldn't hold back his smile.

Focusing on his toothbrush, he reached out at an amazing speed, red lightning crackling through his muscular forearm.

The thought of shooting a ball crackling with lightning filled his head so much that space seemed to warp, and he found himself in a white space.

"Where am I?" He said, his voice echoing. Suddenly, a soccer ball appeared before him and the space wrapped into a pitch.

The sound of lightning crackling made him turn; the sight of a white-headed man in a red jersey bolting toward him made his eyes dilate.

Frozen by a strange force, he watched the avatar of himself strike the ball, lightning transferring from his foot into the ball, and it hurled toward the goalpost.

Stefan's lips parted as the ball moved in a predictable yet unbelievable fashion, appearing like a gigantic snake made of lightning linked to the ball.

Another avatar appeared in the middle of the pitch with a ball, and he kicked it into the air, leaped, and kicked it again, this time it spun so much that the wind gathered around it.

To his shock, the ball crackling with lightning circled the air, and his avatar easily caught the ball beneath his boot.

As everything shattered, he held the wall, panting softly. "What was that? Was that a perfect Jörmundgandr shot!" He gasped, instantly realizing his mouth didn't open yet he heard those words.

'So I can talk without opening my mouth and also appear in that dimension, it's like some sort of Astral plane,' he thought.

Knock! Knock!

"Honey, are you alright?"