The System Gave Everyone Superpowers

The military ferry churned through the misty Pacific waters for nearly an hour.

Ahead of us, the fog parted to reveal Santa Rosa Island. It looked wild and ancient—steep stone cliffs, thick dark forests, and black rocks where the ocean waves crashed against the shore.

The ferry’s engine slowed as the boat glided into a secluded cove. The hull scraped against the pebbled beach.

The steel ramp at the front of the boat dropped open with a thud.

"Alright, Class Four," a voice called out. "Off the boat."

We walked down the ramp and stepped onto the damp pebbles.

Standing on the deck above us was the ferryman. He was a grizzled veteran with a thick gray beard and a faded coat. He looked down at us, chewing on a cigar.

"I'm guessing Kevin didn't give you the full fine print, did he?" the ferryman asked.

Brock stepped forward, his forehead creased. "What fine print?"

The ferryman spat over the side of the boat and into the ocean. "You're stuck on this island for one full month."

The entire beach went silent.

"A month?!" Nelvin shrieked, his face turning pale. "One fucking month?!"

"That's right, kid," the ferryman grinned, showing a row of yellowed teeth. "And before you ask—no, there are no rations, supply drops, sleeping bags or prefabricated cabins."

He pointed a finger at the forest behind us.

"If you want a tent, you cut down trees and weave palm leaves. If you want tools or weapons, you forge 'em out of stone, bone, or iron ore. If you want dinner, you go hunt, fish, or forage for it yourself."

Mai’s jaw tightened. "What about the other classes?"

"Classes One, Two, and Three are already out there," the ferryman said. "They've been living on this island for weeks. They have fortified camps, crafted gear, and know every square inch of these woods. And they get bonus points for taking your class down and stealing your territory."

He pulled a lever on the console, and the ramp began to lift with a loud whirring sound.

"I'll be back in thirty days to pick up whoever hasn't retired or starved," the ferryman called out over the roar of the boat’s engine. "Try not to die, rookies."

The ferry backed out into the water, turned around, and vanished into the ocean fog, leaving us completely stranded.

Instantly, the beach erupted into chaos.

"One month with no food?!" Brock roared, slamming his fist into a massive boulder next to him. The impact cracked the stone into pieces. "This is a fucking joke! How are we supposed to fight senior heroes while starving?!"

"I don't even know how to build a tent!" Nelvin panicked, running his hands through his hair. "What if there are poisonous snakes?! What if I get a rash?!"

Grace stepped into the middle of the crowd, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. "Everyone, please, calm down! As long as we stay united and work as a team, we can easily survive! We just need to assign roles!"

I stood near the edge of the water, hands shoved deep into my pockets.

Thirty days. One full month on a deserted, wild island with no room service, bed, video games, or showers. It was my absolute worst nightmare.

Koda stepped up beside me.

"A whole month in the untouched wilderness," Koda said softly. "The canvas is huge, Seasons."

"I'm going to have to build a couch out of stone, aren't I?" I muttered.

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Koda laughed. "Don't worry, Seasons. I'll draw the cushions for you."

"Alright, Class Four!" Grace chirped. "Panicking won't solve anything! I'm going to assign our initial chores. Brock, your group can gather firewood. Nelvin, go look for a fresh stream. My group will—"

"Oh, how sweet," Koda interrupted. He walked over, his finger glowing with a faint black light. "A lovely try, Grace. But you seem to have forgotten who was officially put in charge."

Grace’s eyes went dead and cold for a fraction of a second. "Koda, we just need organization—"

I stepped up beside Koda, instantly turning on my golden smile.

"Don't worry, citizens!" I announced cheerfully, waving to the class. "Seasons and Koda are here to guide Class Four to an easy victory!"

Grace clenched her jaw slightly, but forced her smile back onto her face. "Of course, Seasons! What is the plan?"

Koda took over, his smile stretching wide. "The senior classes have been on this island for weeks. They hold the prime spots—the main rivers, the clearings, and the coast. If we fight them now, with no shelter, tools, or food, we'll lose half our class and get massive point deductions."

"So our first mission is super simple!" I added, keeping my voice bright and upbeat. "Stealth and security! We move inland, stay away from the main trails, and find a hidden spot to build our base!"

"Seasons is right," Mai said, stepping up beside us. "We need a defensible position before we go hunting for points."

Brock grumbled. "Fine. But where are we going?"

"Follow me, friends!" I called out cheerfully, leading the way off the beach and into the forest.

As we marched through the pine trees, I kept my "Seasons" smile fixed on my face, but my mind was fully alert.

I watched Koda carefully. He walked casually near the front, his finger idly tracing shapes in the air.

Then I looked back at Grace. She was walking next to Brock and Nelvin, talking sweetly and giggling at Nelvin's jokes. But whenever Brock turned his head, her smile vanished, replaced by a glare.

I was stuck in the middle of two fucking snakes. Koda on my left, Grace on my right.

After twenty minutes of walking, I closed my eyes for two seconds and sent out a faint wave of air pressure into the woods.

I felt the pressure bounce off a steep stone cliff ahead. Behind a dense thicket of trees was an elevated rocky plateau with a wide overhang and a small cave.

"I found our new home, everyone!" I announced loudly, pointing toward the cliff.

We pushed through the trees and reached the base of the plateau. It was perfect. The cliff was thirty feet high, surrounded by thick trees, with only one narrow path leading up to the top.

Koda looked up at the stone plateau and smiled. "A high-ground fortress. A perfect canvas for our base."

Grace clapped her hands cheerfully. "Wonderful job, Seasons! Now let's get to work!"

The real game had just started.

We climbed the path up to the top of the plateau.

Once the whole class was at the top, I turned around and looked down at the drop. The trail was extremely narrow, allowing only one person at a time to walk up.

I raised my hand and activated my Skill.

Freeze.

The entire path froze instantly, turning into a sheet of ice. Anyone trying to climb up to our base would slip and tumble straight down the rocky cliff.

"Nice defense," Mai noted, giving a small nod of approval.

Koda walked over to a flat rock next to the cave entrance. He raised his finger and quickly drew a deep bowl in the air.

A stone basin materialized on the rock.

I stepped up to the basin, raised my hand, and pulled the moisture out of the surrounding ocean air, condensation filling the bowl with clean drinking water.

Brock watched us with his arms crossed. His eyes lit up as he looked at Koda.

"Hey, Painter!" Brock yelled, stepping forward. "Draw us some food! A stack of pizzas and a bunch of steaks! We're starving!"

Koda let out a mocking laugh. "Draw food? Oh, Brock, you simple creature. I am not God."

Brock's face fell into a heavy scowl. "Fuck. Worth a shot."

Grace saw her chance and stepped into the center of the group.

"Since we can't draw food, we need to gather real resources!" Grace announced. "I will form a team with my group to go hunting for wild animals and fish in the forest!"

"And I'll take my group to get timber and stone," Brock said, cracking his knuckles. "We need materials to build tools, weapons, and beds."

Nelvin grinned, nudging Brock's arm. "Yeah, I'm not sleeping on cold stone. Let's go chop some trees."

"Remember to stay hidden," I said, putting on my bright "Seasons" smile for the class. "If you spot senior heroes from the other classes, retreat immediately! Safety first, citizens!"

I thawed a tiny strip of ice along the edge of the path so Grace and Brock's teams could carefully climb down. The moment the last rookie reached the bottom of the cliff, I refroze the trail solid.

With the two teams heading into the forest, the plateau went completely quiet.

Only three people were left at the base: Koda, Mai, and me. The three S-Tiers.

I walked over to a dry stone under the cave overhang, sat down, and leaned my back comfortably against the wall.

I closed my eyes and smiled.

Automated water, frozen defenses, and zero physical labor. This survival test was turning out just fine.

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