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Physical Conditioning class was hell.

I wish I was exaggerating.

If hell on Earth existed, it would have taken the form of that class.

Instructor Reichardt, in all his sadistic glory, ordered us to run a hundred laps around the field.

To be fair, that part wasn't too bad. Most of us breezed through it without even breaking a sweat.

But it was what came after that turned us into unwilling participants in his personal sadist Olympics.

"Warm-up's over," Reichardt barked, grinning like a man who'd just found new ways to ruin someone's day. Specifically, our day.

Then, with a flourish, he summoned his Origin Card and revealed his ability — moderate control over gravity and the density of objects.

We didn't even get a moment to process the implications before he snapped his fingers, and the world suddenly changed.