My System & My Academy of Superpowers

He continued staring at the small package which stood in front of him. 

"Hmm? A package?" He took the package from the ground and went inside his house after he closed the door. 

There was a big white rectangular sticker on its top (The address card) which read:

'Inheritance package for Ryan Walker from Mr. and Mrs. Walker.'

Ryan yawned, 'What could it be? A video game? An action figure of my Waifu? Or a few garments.' 

"It is not really worth it. Not worth wasting my sleep to open this dumb package." He dropped the package on the couch, Ryan then walked into his room.

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He saw the package on the sofa as he left it there last night. 'I'll Open it now.'

He went for a knife. From the center of the box, Ryan nicely tore it apart. 

"Simply what am I supposed to inherit from them? Their belongings? Their property?"

He saw nothing but a medium-sized white-colored card. He picked it up, below the card was a small ring box. 

"All right, I am hoping it is a Platinum ring with a diamond in it." He took the small box out of the package box.

"This is the ugliest Ring I have ever seen." It was a pure pale white-colored ring.

A round circular figure with nothing on it. White color as that of milk. 

He flipped the card which was in the box. It read something on the other side. 

'Master this Power.' 

He was super confused by what the card meant. Ryan used his clairalience but got nothing.

"No way, Is my Trait weakening?" He used it again but still got nothing, "Who am I kidding, when was my Trait powerful to even begin with?"

Suddenly the silence, the suspense disappeared.

* Ring, Ring. *

Ryan saved the things apart and went to take the door. 

"Good morning Officer."

"Morning, Ryan. How are you doing?"

"I-"

"We have got your house covered with our officers. You have got twenty-four-seven FBI protection, no need to worry."

"Thanks, sir however was this really important?"

"Important? This is The Underworld we are talking about. It is no joke. Those people are in the thousands. So, Ryan, I request you boy to stay indoors, do not go outside."

"Yes, okay, okay, sir. Again thanks for your help."

"It is our duty boy! That will be it, I will take my leave now." The officer turned his back on Ryan and walked away. 

[Rwalker: Hey.

Today is the second day of our school festival, but I am not going]

He texted and then waited for her to reply which took ages. He received no reply. 

Ryan left his lappy switched on, he made his lunch, still no reply, he finished eating his lunch, still no reply.

'God, I am tired of this shit, no seriously I am. She is online then why is she not replying to me?'

Ewrites: Oh…

She texted.

[ Rwalker: Mafia's attacked yesterday. I forgot to tell you. They barged inside my house, killed my maid, and were after me. 

I am safe though, I have got twenty-four-seven FBI protection. ]

Ewrites: Oh, okay okay

'Huh? Only that?' 

RWalker: So what are you doing?

Ewrites: Nothing, just some house chores.

Rwalker: Fine then, We'll talk later. I have got the whole day.

Ewrites: Oh you sure? Cool then. Later.

Rwalker: I am off. 

Ewrites: Me too. 

He was sad, and depressed after that talk. All gloomy. He dropped his head down back sitting on the chair, opened his mouth. 

"Aaaaaahh~" Released a slow moan. But suddenly- 

He sat straight, because of a sudden pull, his neck, was injured. He sat consciously…. Trying to find something. 

"G- gu- gunpowder? The Masters? No, it was here all this time--"

* BANG! * 

He panicked, his whole body shook, his chair took. 

"Damn." 

This was it. Ryan moved quickly. He picked up a bag and started filling it up with all his valuables, some clothes too. 

He got the laptop, a bottle, some clothes, his pen and books, the watch was on his wrist already. He had no mobile phone. 

"It is not possible to live in this house anymore." 

The door smashed open. Ryan from his room saw an FBI agent running towards him with a gun in his hands. 

He panicked even more. But he questioned himself, why was an FBI agent working with Mafias and why that FBI agent wanted to kill Ryan?

The agent pulled the trigger. Ryan dogged the bullet thanks to his high agility points his quick reflexes. 

'I need to know.' He used his skill 'Clairalience' to detect what was going on with the agent. Ryan's eyes went big in fear. 

The agent pulled the trigger again. 

Ryan jumped out of his room's window. 'This is nuts.' Right four men were standing looking in all four directions. Quickly Ryan took a cover of a wall, 'Now this is far beyond nuts.' 

*Bang, Bang. *

"The FBI Agent is…. Brainwashed?!" The firing continued.

Ryan had to leave that hiding place. He ran in the woods. All four men caught the sight of Ryan running in the woods. 

Ryan found a place behind trees to hide and cover his breath. 

"This is bad. These guys have strong Traits. I can sense it." He was still trying hard to cathing up his breath. 

A big rock caught Ryan's attention. The four men reached the place soon enough pursing Ryan. They stopped. 

Ryan picked up the rock. He aimed for the skinny one, with all his power Ryan threw the rock at the skinny one. 

"Uh!!" Right on the center of his forehead, he was knocked out. 

"Three more to go. But no more rocks to go-" They spotted Ryan's position. 

"Gotta run." He got up, halfway up. Those men were furious charging at Ryan. 

He moved and took a step forward. He took off running without looking back. He ran and continued running. 

He ran at twenty KM/HR. One of his Traits.

Again Ryan stopped, took a cover behind a tree. Those men were nowhere near him. It was getting harder for Ryan to catch up with his breath. 

"Gotta go." He stood up, and as soon as he did, he heard a soft tinkling sound. The same as metal contact with the ground. 

He looked down. 

"There he is!" A man shouted. 

"Damn!" Ryan moved but he didn't have the balls to leave the ring behind, "The ring!" 

There was a distance of at least five feet between Ryan and the ring. 

Men were closing in.. But for the ring- Ryan dived into the ground filled with dead leaves, to get a hold of his parents' and now his Ring.