Chapter 1: Awakening (1)
Misfit.
That was the lowest rank anyone could receive in today's society—just below that of a convict. And that title had followed Elliot for as long as he could remember.
It was the name given to a person who had failed their Awakening, and the injection had granted them a certain level of strength, which could never be increased further.
Although that strength would place them above ordinary humans, it wasn't extraordinary.
Society rejected such a group of people, calling them outcasts. Although they were stronger than the average human, they were too weak to fight beasts, so what purpose did they serve?
They couldn't even cast spells, and some were even left contaminated by the injection.
So, if you had been carrying that title since the age of fourteen, how could you feel anything but despair?
Even more so when you were the weakest among them all.
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"Elliot, be careful on your way home. Do you hear? If you run into a dog, remember to run or shout for help. Try to keep yourself safe."
Elliot turned to look at his boss—an ordinary-looking man with nothing to distinguish him. He was about 40 years old, slightly taller, muscular, and had a smirk on his face that carried a hint of mockery.