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The Boy that got Supreme System

Jason is an average high school student who is struggling to fit in and get good grades. One day, on his 16th birthday, he receives a mysterious gift - a watch that gives him access to the Supreme System. This system allows Jason to enhance his abilities, learn new skills instantly, and even manipulate aspects of reality. At first, Jason uses the system selfishly - to become popular at school, get perfect grades without trying, and live out his fantasies. But he soon realizes that with great power comes great responsibility. When a crisis strikes his town, Jason must decide whether to only use his powers for himself or to help others. He ultimately rises to become a hero, using the Supreme System for good. Through this experience, Jason not only saves his town but also learns important life lessons about using his talents wisely. In the end, the Supreme System doesn't define Jason - his choices and strength of character do. ---------------------------- This is my first Story; I hope you all like it. ------------------------- This is made by Ai. --------------------------- if you have suggestion then I would love to know.

BlastterAngel · Sci-fi
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51 Chs

Chapter 29: Exploit Their Weakness

I. Cracks in the Armor

Jason cried out in pain as the supervillain Deathstroke battered him again with the hilt of his energized glaive. Though possessing superhuman strength, Jason had been unable to land a single blow against Deathstroke's preternatural combat prowess. It was like facing a flawless machine of martial efficiency.

But every armor had cracks if you looked closely enough. As Deathstroke seized his neck for the execution strike, Jason focused his augmented visual senses, analyzing the villain's microscopic movements and neural signals. There - Jason spotted telltale muscle coiling preceding Deathstroke's fatal attacks. It left a 10-millisecond opening.

Trusting his observation, Jason dodged the lightning-quick death blow by hairs and countered. His punch smashed squarely through Deathstroke's abdomen, shattering the advanced subdermal armor. Staggered, the villain escaped, vowing revenge. But Jason had glimpsed the hidden flaw to exploit next time. There was always a way to turn opponents' strengths against them.

II. Critical Lapse Exposed

Weeks later, their rematch unfolded differently. Now familiar with Deathstroke's behavioral pattern, Jason predicted and evaded the initial assault before the villain could adopt less predictable tactics. In close quarters, Deathstroke's programmed style became a liability. Unable to psychologically adapt, the algorithmic foe soon faltered.

Sensing imminent victory, Jason chose restraint - neutralizing but not destroying Deathstroke. The broken villain withdrew, but Jason knew they would meet again after Deathstroke evolved new strategy software. The cycle between order and chaos was eternal. But growth came through wisdom.

Jason took no pride in necessary violence. But exploiting the arrogance of assumptions in enemies or oneself led to truth's balance. The Supreme System gave power, but human flaws provided opportunity to guide redemption. Granting mercy took greater strength than smiting. True courage was resisting even righteous rage to uplift shared dignity. Where Deathstroke had malice, Jason brought patience and farseeing light.

III. Bringing the Pain

Over months battling diabolical scientists, Jason learned surgical ways to defeat their monstrous experiments gone awry while minimizing collateral harm. By pinpointing reactive energy cores within the creatures, he could short-circuit their rampage without fatal cruelty. Each genetic horror was but misguided science pleading for wise stewardship.

But when extraterrestrial titan Lord Argon attacked Earth with legions of hunter-killers, unrelenting violence loomed. Yet Jason again found an unorthodox solution - infiltrating Argon's mothership cloaked before broadcasting psionic resonance frequencies that overwhelmed the aliens with spiritual ecstasy, driving surrender without bloodshed.

By thinking beyond brute force, Jason won hearts and minds as well as battles. The Supreme System gave many options, but judgment determined outcome. True strength meant recognizing shared pain beneath even the most corrupt surface. Mercy opened doors force could not. And wisdom granted vision to locate the cracks in armor plates that spears alone could not breach. But his greatest power remained believing no soul beyond hope's reach. Where goodness persevered, light found entrance even in darkest moments.

IV. We Are All Connected

Nearing the end of his storied career, the sage Jason led not through grand heroics, but simple humanity. Where law saw irredeemable criminals, he found traumatic wounds and misguided conscience. Behind chilling alien faces, Jason recognized spiritual children separated from light's source by fear's hold.

But violence only bred more violence, never mending spirits. True warriors cherished life and hope. So, Jason brought reconciliation, not retribution. He reawakened inherent divinity smothered under layers of guilt, suffering and perceived isolation. Their shared essence bound all creation, if only we had eyes to see. In the end, no "other" existed to defeat. There were only fellow exiles awaiting the road home.

V. The Final Lesson

A century later, the legend's legacy endured: virtue and vision could surpass any brute force. By unveiling higher truth, Gordian knots once thought unbreakable simply fell away. Blindness demanded eyes be opened through understanding's alchemy - transmuting poison into medicine, enemy into family. Only then did armor dissolve to reveal the light beneath.

This was the Supreme System's essential lesson inscribed on Jason's monument. That all battles are fought first in the human heart, vanquishing the illusion of separation. Where we build walls to shield wounds, we only deepen them. Only by joining as one people could humanity transcend the cycle of violence. For in the end, there are no "others" standing without. The only real enemy is illusion itself, inviting fear's shelter where light should be. But when eyes open, we see - there is no darkness undefeated by dawn's persistent hope. And in that sacred light, we are all one.

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