[Mi-cha's System Display]
Name: Mi-cha
Level: 200
Class: Unknown
Experience: 209/1000
Strength: 200
Agility: 200
Intelligence: 99
Vitality: 250
Abilities:
Strength Suppression
Extreme Kick
Rage State
Celestial Eyes (Passive)
State: Grace Form (Incomplete)
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Her gaze locked onto the words "Grace Form (Incomplete)", a knot of questions forming in her chest.
"Incomplete…?" she whispered, her golden brows furrowing. "Then what's its full form supposed to be?"
As the data faded from view, a strange sensation surged through her body—an awakening within an awakening. Her veins hummed with divine electricity, her limbs pulsing with power that hadn't yet found its limits. It was as though her very soul was expanding to meet her new potential.
She clenched her fists, her breath trembling. "What's happening to me…?"
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Suddenly, space shimmered near the academy gates.
Muhan Lockhart and Jin-ho emerged, cloaked in streaks of residual cosmic energy. Muhan's uniform was nearly obliterated—torn to the waist, revealing his battle-scarred, chiseled torso glistening under the crimson sky. Dust clung to his skin, but his stance was unshaken.
He scanned the courtyard, locking eyes with Mi-cha instantly. His voice was deep, warm, worn—but resolute.
"I kept my promise… I came back."
Before he could say more—
Mi-cha sprinted into his arms.
Her embrace was desperate and fierce. Her fingers curled against the warmth of his chest as she buried her face against him, her celestial aura flickering with raw emotion.
"Muhan… I-I… don't ever scare me like that again!" she sobbed, her voice muffled by his skin. Her cheeks burned with crimson warmth, and for a moment, she shook like a child clinging to a fading dream.
Muhan smiled gently, one arm wrapping around her as he whispered, "I'm sorry, Mi-cha."
His face flushed, turning almost as red as hers. Her heart thumped wildly—too wildly. She felt like it might burst from her chest.
Then—
The rest of the class appeared in a blur of excitement.
"Muhan! Are you alright?!" one girl shouted, clutching her chest.
Another squealed, "You're bleeding! That cut on your arm—let me treat it!!"
"I'll go get water!" a third exclaimed, spinning on her heel.
Muhan raised his hands sheepishly, trying to suppress the charm that overflowed from him like perfume. "Haha, guys, I'm okay, really!" he said, scratching his head.
But it was no use. Every girl present felt their knees buckle, their cheeks flush, and their breaths catch. He was chaos in human form—and they were all caught in his orbit.
In the corner, Ji-hoon, Jin-ho, and Kim stood silently, arms crossed. Their expressions were somewhere between resigned and mildly annoyed.
Ji-hoon sighed. "There he goes again."
Kim adjusted his collar. "He just got back from blowing up half the Hyperverse and still looks like a prince."
Jin-ho smirked. "We fought for hours, and he's getting hugged. Figures."
Muhan turned to face Jin-ho directly. His expression softened, and he reached out with an open hand. His iris glowed a soft, radiant blue—like a calm sea lit by moonlight.
"Let's start over," he said. "Clean slate?"
Jin-ho blinked. Then smiled, gripping Muhan's hand firmly. His iris burned orange, flickering like a promise.
"Yeah. I'd like that."
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Meanwhile…
Beneath the academy's inner sanctum—where code met spirit, and machine merged with mana—Soo-ah stood before a glowing terminal. Streams of data spiraled around her, controlled by fingertip flicks and eye-tracked commands. She worked tirelessly to recalibrate Flux, the school's operating system AI core.
Her system displayed a profile window on a silver-blue screen:
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[Soo-ah's System Display]
Name: Soo-ah
Level: 200
Class: Unknown
Experience: 199/1000
Strength: 200
Agility: 192
Intelligence: 115
Vitality: 250
Abilities:
Lethal Punch
Nimble Fingers
Cyber Space Jump
Cyber Domain
Cybernetic Eyes (Passive)
State: Cyber Form/State
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Her eyes narrowed slightly at her state. Cyber Form. A unique fusion of mechanical precision and multiversal processing power. She was a networked goddess in human skin.
Closing the panel with a flick of her wrist, she ascended the digital elevator and stepped into the courtyard—arriving just in time to see Mi-cha surrounded by an adoring crowd and a flustered, half-shirtless Muhan.
Soo-ah approached coolly, stopping beside Mi-cha.
"Long day?" she asked, voice dry but amused.
Mi-cha turned with a grin. "You could say that."
Soo-ah tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I saw your transformation. You weren't just radiant—you were otherworldly. Like a celestial queen."
Mi-cha's cheeks glowed with delight. "Thanks! It felt… incredible."
Soo-ah smirked. "Wanna spar sometime? Now that you've unlocked your Grace Form, I'm curious how it measures up against my Cyber Form."
Mi-cha's eyes sparkled, her competitive spirit ignited. "Deal. I'll hold nothing back."
With a brief nod, Soo-ah walked off into the night, circuits faintly glowing beneath her skin.
Mi-cha turned back to Muhan, still surrounded by classmates. Without hesitation, she placed her hands on his bare chest again—firmly. Her fingers brushed the faint scars from his last battle, her touch gentle and possessive.
The surrounding girls fell into stunned silence. Some gasped. Others simply stared.
Mi-cha smiled sweetly, utterly unbothered.
Muhan's heart raced like thunder in his ears. He swallowed hard. "Uh…"
In that moment, everyone knew.
She wasn't just a girl in love.
She was Mi-cha, Goddess of Grace. And Muhan was hers.