In the heart of a swirling pocket dimension, forged from cosmic laws and celestial energy, Professor Su-yang stood tall and composed. At level 135, she was among the strongest instructors in the multiverse, and today, her aura radiated anticipation.
Around her, the scenery defied imagination—endless stars shimmered in clusters, galaxies spun in majestic spirals, and glowing nebulas painted the sky in iridescent hues. This was no ordinary battlefield—this was Universal Plus territory, a space where only the elite could survive.
Her voice echoed with command and thrill.
> "Today's spar will be a little… different."
Students of Class 6 held their breath as she continued.
> "Ji-hoon. You'll face Muhan."
A buzz rippled through the class.
Ji-hoon cracked his knuckles with a smirk, confident as ever. "Finally. Time to put Muhan in his place."
Muhan, ever calm, offered a quiet smile. "Let's give it our best."
Their eyes locked—fire against still water. The contrast was stark: Ji-hoon, brimming with pride at Level 45, and Muhan, the boy with the unreadable stats… the unknown storm.
Professor Su-yang raised her hand.
> The very air shifted—charged with divine tension.
"Begin."
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The moment the match started, reality shook.
Ji-hoon shot forward, fists blazing. His strikes were a blur—each one laced with power capable of annihilating planets. One blow missed Muhan by a hair—and a nearby world collapsed into dust.
But Muhan… didn't flinch.
He moved with an elegance and precision that defied logic—as if the laws of gravity, inertia, and space themselves bowed to his will. His footfalls glided effortlessly across the cosmic floor, his body bending between punches like a phantom.
> He didn't dodge. He danced.
Mi-cha gasped, clutching her chest. "He's… flying through space like it's normal air."
Professor Su-yang's brow furrowed. She leaned forward, eyes narrowing with analytical focus.
> "Those reflexes… that spatial awareness… He's not just skilled. He's transcending the framework of this realm."
Ji-hoon roared and launched a galaxy-breaking uppercut, hitting Muhan square in the chest.
BOOM.
A shockwave surged, tearing through the pocket dimension. Dozens of galaxies collapsed in on themselves. The dimension trembled.
But as the light cleared—
Muhan stood, untouched. Not even a scratch.
And then, his iris flashed—brilliant blue, like condensed starlight.
> "My turn," he said softly.
He stepped forward—and punched.
One punch.
And the universe around them erupted.
Hundreds of galaxies exploded into supernovas. Stars blinked out like candles. Solar systems unraveled into stardust.
The blow didn't just strike Ji-hoon—it rippled through the very fabric of the pocket dimension.
Professor Su-yang's eyes went wide. "No… the barrier—!"
Cracks spiderwebbed through the dimension's walls as she raised her hands, pouring all her power into stabilizing the realm. "He's destabilizing universal code… with a single strike?!"
The ground trembled. The sky flickered.
And amidst the chaos, Ji-hoon staggered, barely staying on his feet. His arms trembled, his face pale.
> "W-What… are you?" he whispered. "How can you be this strong…?"
Muhan said nothing. His glowing eyes dimmed, returning to their usual calm hue.
The classroom, watching from a safe warded distance, erupted into stunned gasps and frantic whispers.
Professor Su-yang finally managed to restore balance to the pocket dimension, panting lightly. Then she spoke, her voice firm but filled with awe.
> "Based on that display… I officially assess Muhan Lockhart at Level 50."
But even as she said it, doubt flickered in her gaze.
> Is that truly his level… or just the bare minimum we can measure?
Ji-hoon sank to his knees, defeated—not just in combat, but in spirit.
His pride… crushed.
> He was supposed to be the strongest.
Mi-cha's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, not of fear—but admiration.
> "Muhan… your power… it's beautiful," she whispered, her heart full.
And as Muhan stood amidst the fractured echoes of stars, one truth echoed through every watching soul—
This was only the beginning.