Forsaken Bloodline

The underground lab shook violently.

Julian stood in the center, his power radiating like an unstoppable storm.

The Top 1 Masterclass Superhuman had awakened.

Julial watched in silence, a strange glint in his silver eyes.

"That's it, Julian," he murmured. "Now show the world what you really are."

Julian ignored him.

Above them, the Royal Army and the Superhuman Gangsters were still at war.

And now—they were coming for him.

Breaking the Surface

Julian moved.

With a single step, the ground beneath him cracked.

He shot upwards, his body tearing through steel and concrete like paper.

Then—

BOOM.

Julian exploded out of the ground, landing in the middle of the battlefield.

The entire schoolyard had become a warzone.

Fighters clashed. The air was thick with smoke, blood, and raw power.

But the moment Julian appeared—everything stopped.

All eyes turned to him.

The Royal Army.

The Gangsters.

The Ranked Fighters.

They all felt it.

A presence stronger than anything they had ever known.

Julian stepped forward, his white-green hair glowing under the moonlight.

For the first time—he was done hiding.

The Challenge

A Royal Army General stepped forward, his eyes filled with rage.

"Julian!" he bellowed. "You killed Suzy! Face justice!"

Julian's gaze was cold.

"I didn't kill her," he said. "But I will find who did."

The General growled. "Lies! Kill him!"

The Royal Soldiers charged.

The Battle Begins

Julian moved like a phantom.

He vanished—then reappeared in the middle of the attacking soldiers.

One strike. CRACK. A soldier flew across the battlefield.

Another kick—BOOM. A crater formed beneath his feet as three soldiers collapsed instantly.

The crowd stared in shock.

This wasn't the Julian they knew.

This was something else.

The Masterclass Responds

From the distance, Noah, Rank #3 Masterclass, clenched his fists.

"Julian…" he muttered.

He had always suspected.

But now, there was no doubt.

The mystery of the Top 1 Masterclass…

It had always been Julian.

And now—Julian was done pretending.

The Final Blow

The battlefield exploded into chaos.

Gangsters and soldiers alike rushed Julian.

They didn't stand a chance.

Julian dodged, countered, broke them down with terrifying ease.

One fighter swung a blade—Julian caught it with two fingers.

Another launched a blast of energy—Julian walked through it like it was air.

Then—

He raised his hand.

A single pulse of energy erupted from his body—

And everyone near him was sent flying.

Silence.

Bodies lay scattered around him.

The battle had stopped.

The Mirror's Truth

Julian stood alone in the middle of the destruction.

Then—

He felt it.

A presence.

He turned—

And froze.

Standing near the wreckage of a broken mirror—

Was himself.

No.

Not himself.

Julial.

His twin brother stared at him, his face unreadable.

Then—he moved.

And in the next instant—

Julial's arms wrapped around Julian in a silent hug.

A whisper in his ear.

"I was waiting for you, brother."

Julian's breath caught.

The battlefield, the war, the enemies—they all faded.

Because at this moment—

There was only one question.

Who was Julial?

And why… did it feel like Julian had always known him?