S-Class Awakening: She Left Me, Yet I Am Her God

"Adrian, do you not understand?" She crossed her arms, her gaze cutting into me like frost blades. "I'm now a Federation-certified S-class psion. An ordinary person like you with zero genetic purity is no longer suitable to appear in my life."

Her tone was as light as shooing away a stray dog.

I didn't answer, just continued stuffing my meager belongings into an old military bag. Three years... three years by her side, cursed by her, despised by her, treated as a burden. Of course I knew it wasn't her fault. Her psionic energy was too violent, like a storm ready to explode at any moment. I had to suppress it, so she could sleep, move, survive.

But she didn't know.

And would never know.

"Your silence is because you feel guilty, isn't it?" She stepped closer, the arrogance of her newly awakened S-class power blooming on her face like a poisonous flower. "It's okay, a commoner like you could never understand what the S-class world is like."

I zipped up my bag and slung the strap over my shoulder. She thought she stood in the future while I remained in the mire. But in reality, the foundation beneath her feet was collapsing faster and faster.

"After you leave," she continued, her tone as casual as discussing the weather, "I'll apply to move to military quarters. Someone of my level doesn't need to crowd into the slums with you anymore."

I nodded.

"That's good."

She froze, clearly not expecting me to leave so easily. She might have been hoping I would kneel, beg her, question her, cry hysterically—any drama that would complete her sense of superiority.

But I didn't.

I just pushed open the door.

Wind rushed in, making the frost psionic energy around her flicker.

"Adrian, you'd better remember—I'm the one letting you go." She said coldly behind me. "After the war ends, I probably won't even remember your name."

I stopped and glanced at her sideways.

"I hope by then you'll still remember yourself."

She frowned, but I had already stepped into the corridor.

The air in the slums was acrid, reeking of sewage and exhaust. I descended the stairs one floor at a time, my footsteps echoing like hammering in a sealed cave. Strangely, I felt no anger. No regret either.

Only a kind of quietness.

Three years of suppressing that violent psionic energy for her, unable to fully relax even while sleeping. Now that I'd left, her genetic structure would begin showing cracks in a very short time. That power she thought she'd mastered... would consume her.

This wasn't a curse. It was inevitable.

At the street corner, I looked up at her broken window one last time.

The residual glow of psionic energy still flickered, but more agitated than usual. The frost psionic energy, lacking suppression, had begun rampaging through her neural pathways. She probably couldn't feel it yet, just thought her "head felt a bit swollen" or like she needed "another jump."

But that wasn't evolution.

That was the beginning of a fall.

I picked up my bag and stepped into the night.

The moment I left her, I felt the world grow quiet.

Truly quiet.

Even the air felt like I was breathing it for the first time.

For three years, this was the first time I walked as an ordinary person, not suppressing anyone, not guarding anything.

Walking out of the slum gates, I even exhaled lightly.

Maybe someday she would understand, maybe she never would.

It didn't matter anymore.

That wasn't my life, that wasn't where I should stay.

As for her... the backlash had already begun. No matter how she saw herself, she was no longer my responsibility.

I put my hands in my pockets and walked along the street with broken lights toward a more distant district. The wind carried dust, very cold, but strangely liberating.

This was the first time in three years I was truly alive.