Midnight Disaster

On a serene night, an eerie silence descended upon the streets of Warptown, a city teeming with extraordinary individuals, each possessing a unique and otherworldly ability. But the tranquility was abruptly shattered when an unfathomable disaster unfurled, casting a wicked spell that transformed peace into abhorrent chaos.

The air quivered with the anguished cries of its inhabitants as buildings crumbled, and flames consumed the once vibrant city.

These assailants, undeterred by their previous encounter, returned with a newfound dominance, their presence cloaked in enigma.

The city's ruler, fueled by unwavering determination, marshaled his forces to confront the ominous invaders. Alas, his valor faltered this time, leaving him prostrate on the ground, his consciousness slipping away. Panic rippled through the crowd as they clamored in terror, their voices echoing the same dreadful refrain, "It's the undead!"

Warptown stood at the precipice of oblivion, a beacon on the verge of fading into the abyss. Suddenly, like a ray of hope piercing the darkness, a technologically advanced tank materialized—a marvel capable of ferrying ten souls to a neighboring city.

The beleaguered denizens, their eyes wide with recognition, beheld the unmistakable emblem of Samscity, a metropolis renowned for its unparalleled technological prowess, though bereft of extraordinary abilities. Fate had now bestowed upon them the opportunity to aid the valiant defenders of Warptown.

Yet, tragedy befell their rescue, for a mere two hundred souls survived, while the lifeless body of their fallen king lay abandoned in the desolate street. With the arrival of dawn, a lingering sense of trepidation veiled the survivors, dissuading them from returning to their ravaged homeland. The people of Samscity, perennially reliant on guardianship, presented an offer too tempting to refuse: pledge to safeguard them, and eternal sanctuary within Samscity would be granted. Grappling with desperation and devoid of alternatives, the people of Warptown reluctantly assented.

However, with the demise of their own ruler, they now found themselves under the enigmatic command of Samscity's leader, a figure shrouded in mystery.

The survivors were whisked away to the sanctuary of the infirmary, where a wretched, tormented soul—a mere sixteen-year-old—writhed in agony. His body bore the scars of an inferno, with the doctor, astounded by his fragile vitality, deeming his survival nothing short of miraculous. As the denizens of Samscity, masters of intellect and architects of advanced technology, unraveled a device capable of discerning one's latent superpowers.

Astonishingly, he didn't possess any special abilities! The boy began to cry, feeling that all his hard work at the gym had been in vain. He whispered to himself, 'I once had the body of a fighter, but now all my muscles are burned! I look skinny!'

'What is your name?' the doctor asked. 'Finn,' the boy replied. The doctor inquired, 'What happened, and why is your body burnt?' as he observed Finn. 'It was due to a car accident last night. One of those strange-looking monsters flipped my car upside-down.'

"The fuel started leaking, and all of a sudden, it caught fire! Eventually, it burned me..." As he was about to complete his sentence, the doctor administered a painkilling vaccine that felt as agonizing as a knife to the chest.

He was then carried to an operating room. Another doctor observed a severely injured citizen of Warptown, who wore an expressionless face. The doctor examined him and employed an ability-predicting gadget. Two results appeared: "1st Unknown" and "2nd Could entities weak."

"What! This ability is reminiscent of the mysterious undead who attacked our city!" exclaimed the minister, the ruler of Warptown, who lay on a stretcher beside him.

"Oh, do not doubt me. They were far more powerful than I," the brutally injured man stated.

"Of course not. If it were you, this place would not have remained at peace," the minister replied.

Few days passed on. The Samcity government administrated ranking system and they organised "The Guardian Association" for the Warptown citizens. The ranking were:

1. Class M

2. Class N

3. Class U

4. Class O

5. Class R

6. Class Z

7. Class X

Amongst all the classes, 'Class X' was considered the strongest. The Minister of the King of Warptown, renowned for his exceptional power, was placed in Class X.

The authorities constructed buildings and installed warning announcement systems, including microphones, to ensure the safety of the inhabitants. However, Finn found himself placed in the last and weakest group, known as Class M. Yet, he was not alone in this category.

Another individual named Bruce had lost his ability to shapeshift. Additionally, he suffered from amnesia, although strangely, only his memory of the incident was affected.

On a peaceful Sunday morning, as Finn walked towards 'Soon Big's Market,' an extraordinary sight caught his attention. A peculiar object sparkled through the sky, resembling a small meteorite. To his surprise, it seemed to be heading directly towards him. Rather than remaining tiny, it grew in size, becoming more formidable with each passing moment.

"Huh, is it a football?" Finn exclaimed, his gaze fixated on the peculiar object. As it flew above his head, it suddenly changed its trajectory, heading directly towards Finn and crashing him to the ground. The object emitted steam, adding to its mysterious nature.

"What on earth is that?" exclaimed the startled onlookers in the street. To their surprise, it turned out to be a meteor, colossal in size, resembling a large truck. Concerned voices echoed, with a random lady anxiously asking, "Is the boy dead?" In response, she quickly called for medical assistance.

Soon, an ambulance arrived, and Finn's body was carefully placed on a stretcher. It was nothing short of a miracle that he had survived. However, a significant portion of his face and eye had suffered severe damage.

The doctor discovered that microscopic particles of the meteor dust had embedded themselves in Finn's body, and their removal was impossible. Given the extent of the damage to his eye, it was decided to replace both eyes with robotic ones that closely resembled organic eyes in appearance.

Although the doctors could stitch his face, they were unable to eliminate the meteor dust that had infiltrated his Optic Nerve, even with the robotic replacement.