Arin was laying on the bed exploring system while exploring his eyes fell on a small icon representing mall , appearing in grey like shade.
So he click on it but found it don't open seeing this
Arin said calmly .
"system why mall icon didn't open ?"
Ding.
[ SYSTEM MALL ]
Status: LOCKED
Requirement: Requires Counter Points to activate.
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Arin frowned lightly.
"Locked?"
Another line appear in front of him.
To unlock this feature, host must earn a minimum of:
10 Counter Points
(You currently have: 0)
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Arin leaned back on the bed, arms crossing naturally.
"So that's how it is…"
He wasn't annoyed but slightly disappointed.
But now he has earn counter points ,Only then could he access the shop.
He can't even imagined what was inside the system mall but all these requires Counter Points.
Arin sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Counter Points… meaning I need to stir things up."
He glanced at his smartphone again. The news still showed chaos happening all across the world — heroes, villains, agents, criminals.
So many plots to interfere with.
"But I can't touch the big ones yet," he murmured to himself.
"I need to start small ."
He closed his eyes for a moment.
With powers but without mastery, he was just slightly stronger than normal person , nothing more.
"Patience," he whispered.
"first I have to gather more information"
He stood up and walked toward the window, watching the city buzz below — cars, people, news screens displaying super hero.
Arin eyes fell on the old wall calendar hanging beside the window.
Sunday.
Right.
So No school today.
In a world full of gods, monsters, criminals and aliens.
Arin exhaled slowly and sat on the edge of his bed.
"A free day … good. I need this."
His mind organized, but he still needed time to adjust to this world .
He grabbed his phone, wallet, and jacket.
"Let's explore the city."
He locked the apartment door behind him and stepped into the hallway. The building was old, with peeling paint and creaking floors.
But the second he stepped onto the street…
This world reminded him it was anything but normal.
A Stark Industries delivery drone zipped overhead, buzzing like a metallic bee.
A digital billboard displayed an ad:
"LexCorp introduces latest clean energy plan."
On the opposite building, a poster of superman showed him leaping off a skyscraper.
A taxi drove past with the radio narrating:
"Reports confirm Batman stopped a robbery last night in Gotham…"
Arin walked down the sidewalk, hands in pockets, calm expression masking his curiosity .
"Everything is so mixed… DC, Marvel …."
He scanned the faces around him which appear normal to him.
He continued walking toward Times Square.
The city is so lively —street vendors shouting, taxis honking, giant screens flashing trailers and ads.
People lived normally… but everyone also look cautious at same te .
Like they knew the world could turn upside-down any second.
Arin understood that feeling completely.
He slipped into a quieter alleyway .
He raised his hand toward a trash can.
"Up."
The can rattled—then lifted into the air.
Only for three seconds.
His forehead tightened slightly as strain hit, and he let it drop gently.
"Still weak… but manageable."
His mental endurance was growing, but slowly.
With every step through the city, Arin's mind drifted towards Buildings and billboards,
He analyzed everything.
Every clue about what timeline he was in.
"2010… Spider-Man storyline hasn't started yet. No Avengers. Batman is active. Superman is active. …"
He sighed.
"…This world is chaos."
But it was also full of opportunities.
He walked toward Central Park, enjoying a moment of quiet before he walking again.
But as he reached the park entrance—
A notification blinked in front of him.
Ding!
[ PLOT EVENT DETECTED ]
A minor storyline is occurring nearby.
Possible Counter Points: 5–20
Arin's heart skipped once.
"…A plot event? Already?"
He turned slowly, scanning the area.
Somewhere nearby… something was about to happen. Something that must involved a important person.
Arin's calm expression returned into joy .
This was exactly what he needed now .
So Arin excitedly stepped into the park, his steps slow and quiet.
A Voices echoed from behind a cluster of bushes—rough, mocking voices.
"C'mon sweetheart, don't act shy now—"
"Stay still! We're just talking!"
A girl's voice answered, shaky, frightened.
"L–Let go of me!"
Arin's eyes sharpened instantly.
He pushed through the bushes quietly—and froze for half a second.
Three men cornered a girl near the side path.
A girl with red hair ,Green eyes and Familiar face
Mary Jane Watson ,his classmate.
Arin's jaw clenched slightly .
He didn't hesitate and and stepped forward.
"Let her go," he said, voice calm… but cold.
The thugs turned toward him, blinking in confusion before one of them laughed.
"Look at that—some high-school pretty boy wants to play hero."
"Kid, walk away before we break your face."
Arin didn't move.
His black eyes stayed steady, emotionless.
"I told you once," he said quietly. "Let her go."
The men looked at one another… then burst out laughing.
The biggest one spat on the ground.
"Who do you think you are, huh?"
They didn't understand.
Arin wasn't asking.
He sighed softly and cracked his knuckles.
"Fine. I warned you."
Mary Jane watched helplessly from behind the thugs, her heart pounding.
When Arin appeared, she froze.
Arin? The Arin from school? Quiet-Arin-who-sits-near-the-window Arin?
She shouted, panicked:
"Arin—go! Don't get involved, they're dangerous!"
But he didn't even look back.
His eyes were locked on the thugs.
The biggest man lunged forward first, swinging his fist.
Arin stepped aside—just a light lean of his body.
The punch missed him entirely.
Before the thug could react, Arin's elbow slammed into his ribs.
CRACK.
The man collapsed, screaming.
Mary Jane's phone slipped from her hand.
Her jaw fell open as she watched.
That… that wasn't normal.
The second thug rushed at Arin with a knife.
Arin grabbed his wrist, twisted lightly—
SNAP.
The knife clattered to the ground.
One kick.
One strike to the chin.
He dropped like a broken doll.
The last thug tried to run.
Arin's eyes narrowed.
He stepped forward once—fast.
In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the thug's hoodie and pulled him back, punching him in the gut so hard the man folded like paper.
All three were on the ground within seconds, groaning in pain.
Arin finally turned toward MJ.
She stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide.
He walked toward her slowly, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead.
When he stopped in front of her, he softened his expression—just a small, warm smile.
"You okay, Mary Jane?"
His voice—calm, soft, comforting—brought her back to reality.
She blinked.
Her heart skipped once… twice.
"I–I'm fine," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Th-thank you… really. I didn't expect— I mean—"
She swallowed, cheeks warming as her gaze traveled over his face.
Is this the same Arin who never talks in class?
The quiet boy ?
How is he… so strong?
Why does he look… so handsome up close?
Her heart beat faster, louder.
Arin tilted his head slightly.
"You're safe now. Don't worry."
Those simple words made warmth rise inside her chest.
She stared at him for a moment—at his gentle eyes, calm expression, and the strength he has shown .
Something inside her melted a little.
"…Thank you, Arin," she whispered, smiling softly. "I… didn't know you were like this."
Arin gave a small shrug.
"I help when I can."
But his eyes stayed on her—warm, gentle.
And her heartbeat only grew faster.