going all out

As chaos erupted outside. Monsters spilled onto the campus, their grotesque forms shattering the illusion of normalcy. Aeon's heart raced. He wouldn't trust anyone; he'd fight alone. His short-lasting stamina was a liability, but his mental strength lay in analyzing and strategizing. Nervousness clawed at him, but he suppressed it. This was survival.

An explosion rocked the campus. Aeon was blown off his feet. Amid the chaos, he spotted a mask lying on the ground. Instinct kicked in; he couldn't expose his face. Frustration at his weakness fueled his resolve. Live or die, it didn't matter anymore.

He donned the mask, gripping an iron bar. The monsters fell before him, their heads crushed. Blood sprayed, and Aeon laughed—a mad, desperate laugh. People stared, fear etched on their faces. Who was this masked man? How was he so powerful?

No superpowers, just willpower. Anger at his own weakness drove him forward. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose; his body overheated dangerously. He fought until he could fight no more. Death loomed, but he'd made his mark.

Breaking news: Dead or alive? The media buzzed with footage of the masked vigilante. Aeon's transformation was complete. He'd become the enigma—the one who defied the odds, who fought monsters without magic, who wore a mask to hide his vulnerability.

And so, the legend of the solo masked student began—a beacon of hope in a world teetering on the edge of chaos.