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Chapter 53 - Chapter Fifty-Three: What Belongs to Me Alone

As the dawn of the next day broke, marking the start of my third week in this strange world, I had only one thought in mind: keep going.

I headed to work as usual. My steps had grown more steady, and my muscles had begun to adapt to the exhaustion. I performed my tasks without complaint, my heart calm despite the chaos surrounding me. The fatigue no longer weighed on me as it once did — it was as if my body had started to adjust to the rules of this place.

The workday ended, and I made my way back to the inn, carrying with me a familiar exhaustion that now held a quiet warmth — the warmth of accomplishment. Aunt Melissa had prepared a simple meal, as always. I ate it quietly at the wooden table in the hall, watching the steam rise slowly from the plate, drifting through the air like a scent that reminded me of home... of a time that no longer existed.

Once I finished eating, I went up to my room after the long day, just as I usually did. The air in the room was still, as if the walls were waiting for me with a familiar silence.

I sat on the bed, placed my bag to the side, and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. Then, in a low but firm voice, I said:

"Status window."

Instantly, the translucent panel appeared before me, its soft blue glow and familiar lines lighting up the air. It was like a window between my real world and this strange one — a reminder that I was no longer who I used to be.

I continued:

"Superpower... show."

As always, the card materialized in front of me, floating gently in the air, its soft colors glowing like a fragment of embodied light. There was something about it that always drew me in — its strange beauty, its delicate aura, or maybe just the idea that it granted me strength, even if it was small.

I reached out and touched it with my fingertips. A faint shiver ran through me, and the details immediately appeared:

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[ Rank: D ]

[ Ability: Quick Response ]

[ Description: Your reaction speed increases slightly, as if you've undergone extended training in reacting to surprises. ]

[ Usage: Catching a falling object, dodging a punch, or making a fast decision. ]

[ Condition: Can only be used when you're on the verge of death. ]

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I stood still for a moment, staring at the lines.

Rank D...

I whispered it inwardly. Not bad. Actually, it suited me. Not too overpowered, not too weak to be useless — human, yes, but receiving it so easily made it feel precious.

Then I looked at the name: Quick Response.

I hesitated to say it aloud... Quick Response... It sounded good. It sounded... important.

I kept reading, and when I reached the description, my eyebrows rose in surprise:

"Your reaction speed increases slightly?"

That alone could make a difference. Was this really a Rank D ability?

I chuckled to myself and said:

"Might be better than that 'Fresh Breathing' one."

There was a hint of sarcasm, but behind it, a genuine joy.

I moved on to the listed uses, and my amazement grew:

"Catching a falling object... dodging a punch... making a quick decision..."

All of that?! Unbelievable.

My heart started to race — a wave of exhilaration, almost like a child's delight.

This power could save my life in a crucial moment.

Maybe now, I had something that made me faster than just an ordinary person.

But the feeling didn't last long...

My eyes fell on the last line — the condition — a final note written in words too clear to be misunderstood:

"Can only be used when you're on the verge of death."

That was when the excitement faded like smoke.

I let out a long breath, smiled wryly, and muttered:

"That means… I'll never use it."

I looked at the card as if silently scolding it.

"I'm doing everything I can to stay away from danger… not walk right into it."

And after a short moment of reflection, the card began to fade gently.

It vanished the way dawn light does when daytime rises to take its place —

as if it knew that nothing is more fragile than conditional hope.

...

As soon as the card disappeared like a thread of smoke, the status window opened again on its own. It appeared quietly, as if it understood the perfect time to reveal itself — with a precision that never missed.

The familiar data displayed itself in neat, ordered lines, reflecting a kind of strict system that governed this new world:

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[ Level: 1 ]

[ Age: 20 ]

[ Gender: Male ]

[ Strength: 5 ]

[ Agility: 4 ]

[ Intelligence: 6 ]

[ Luck: 5 ]

[ Wisdom: 4 ]

[ Awareness Level: Unknown ]

[ Skills: Simple Movement Speed, Fresh Breathing, Quick Response ]

[ Unique Ability: The power to receive one superpower every week ]

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I looked at the window while sitting at the edge of the bed, shoulders relaxed, hands resting on my legs.

Everything felt familiar — and yet, it carried a strange sensation…

A feeling that I was changing… slowly.

My eyes landed on the "Skills" section, and there it was —

my new ability, sitting calmly next to the previous ones.

Quick Response… it appeared as if it had always been there — quiet, subtle, but present.

I smiled, not even knowing why.

Maybe because I was getting used to this…

Or maybe because I found a strange kind of comfort in the repetition.

Every week, a card appears.

Every week, I'm given something new…

no matter how small or conditional it might be.

I murmured in a soft tone, almost like a whisper to myself:

"As usual, my new ability joined the skills section..."

I paused, then added:

"It might not help me now, but maybe it will later."

Yes, I had learned that lesson before:

In this world, everything matters.

Things might seem useless for now, but the moment we truly need them… often comes.

I glanced at the Strength, Agility, and Intelligence fields. The numbers hadn't changed.

Everything remained still.

I hadn't gained enough experience to level up, nor had I fought a battle that would reshape my body or mind.

But the skills… they were growing.

And to me, they represented a silent accumulation —

as if I was slowly gathering the scattered pieces of a lost self… one by one.

I closed the window slowly, and sighed.

The ability wasn't incredible. It wasn't dazzling.

But it was mine.

And in a world full of the unknown,

sometimes… that's enough to keep hope alive.

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