Ryan stood in the center of the warehouse, heart pounding, sweat dripping from his forehead.
This was it—**the final session.**
After a week of relentless training, **Kaia had pushed his body beyond what he thought possible.**
- **His movements were sharper.**
- **His reflexes were near-instantaneous.**
- **His body no longer resisted the strain—it adapted.**
*"Final trial activated,"* Kaia announced.
The warehouse **transformed one last time.**
Six combat drones emerged from the shadows. Not two. **Six.**
Ryan didn’t hesitate.
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## **The Last Trial**
The first drone **shot forward**—Ryan sidestepped, delivering a precise strike to its propulsion core. **It dropped instantly.**
Two more flanked him. **He ducked.**
A third came from behind. **Ryan twisted mid-air, slamming his heel against its head, sending it crashing.**
The last three **attacked simultaneously.**
- **One shot at his legs.**
- **Another aimed for his chest.**
- **The last hovered above, preparing to strike.**
Ryan’s **mind processed everything in an instant.**
He moved **before he even realized it.**
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A step. A turn. A counterstrike. **His body flowed like a machine.**
**Within seconds, all drones lay broken.**
Silence filled the warehouse.
*"Combat sequence complete. Training concluded,"* Kaia’s voice echoed.
Ryan stood still, chest rising and falling.
Not from exhaustion.
From **realization.**
His **body hadn’t even struggled.**
He should’ve been out of breath, muscles burning from fatigue. But instead…
**He felt fine.**
As if **his body had experienced months of training in just days.**
He clenched his fists. Something was wrong.
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## **The Hidden Truth Behind His Strength**
Ryan sat against a crate, wiping sweat from his forehead.
*"Kaia… what’s happening to me?"*
*"Your performance has increased beyond initial projections,"* Kaia admitted.
*"That doesn’t explain why I don’t feel tired."*
A pause. Then, Kaia spoke again.
*"Ryan, there is an anomaly in your biological response. Your muscle recovery rate and endurance exceed normal human limits."*
Ryan’s fingers curled. *"How?"*
*"Unknown,"* Kaia answered.
Ryan exhaled slowly. He wasn’t stupid. Something had **changed.**
Ever since he started training here, **his body felt different.**
As if… **time itself had bent in his favor.**
The **way his stamina recovered too fast.** The **way his reflexes adapted unnaturally fast.**
It didn’t make sense.
But **for now, he had no answers.**
And if he had learned one thing from all this—**he couldn’t rely on unanswered questions.**
He had to **move forward.**
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## **The Mystery of the Enemy Transmission**
Back in his room, Ryan stared at his **dead console.**
The **encrypted message from before** still haunted him.
*"Ryan Carter… we see you."*
Who? **Who the hell was watching him?**
And **why was their technology so advanced?**
*"Kaia, how much of the transmission did you manage to recover?"*
*"Partial data remains intact. Would you like me to run an analysis?"*
*"Do it."*
As Kaia worked, Ryan leaned back, thinking.
**Whoever they were, they weren’t random attackers.**
They knew his **name.**
They had access to **high-level encryption and satellite networks.**
And they had sent a **drone after him.**
**Why?**
Was it because of his hacking project? The watch? Or… **something deeper?**
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## **The Next Step: Ryan’s Plan**
Ryan exhaled.
Sitting and waiting **wasn’t an option.**
If someone was watching him, then **he needed to watch them back.**
*"Kaia, how long until the console is restored?"*
*"Unknown. The interference in the last transmission caused system corruption."*
*"Can you track the origin of the signal?"*
*"Negative. The data was rerouted through multiple servers across the globe."*
Ryan’s jaw clenched.
Whoever was behind this **was covering their tracks well.**
But no system was **unbreakable.**
He stood up, cracking his knuckles.
*"Fine. Then we start from the drone."*
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## **Unlocking the Drone’s Secrets**
Ryan retrieved the **enemy drone** from under his desk.
It was sleek, heavily damaged but still **intact enough to analyze.**
*"Kaia, let’s see what secrets this thing is hiding."*
He pried open the side panel, revealing **intricate circuitry and encrypted chips.**
But something caught his eye.
A **small embedded transmitter.**
His fingers hovered over it.
*"Kaia, is this thing still broadcasting?"*
A brief pause.
*"Yes. But at an extremely low frequency."*
Ryan’s **blood ran cold.**
They were **still tracking it.**
Meaning…
They were still **tracking him.**
He had been **exposed this entire time.**
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**[Author’s Note]**
The training arc is over, but the real danger is just beginning. Ryan is being **watched.** What will he do next? Drop a review—your thoughts fuel the story!
