Saint:My Daily Routine Became My Superpower

A week had passed since Judgment Day.

Kael opened his eyes to a cold sky, the first fingers of dawn clawing through the treetops. The mountain wind carried with it a strange scent—burned fur, rotting wood, and blood.

His body ached, but not from wounds. From growth.

He sat up and checked his interface.

> [Soul Fragments: 2/4]

A deeper power awaits—when the four pieces are whole.

He scrolled down further.

> [Daily Tasks Completed: 7/7]

[Weekly Task Completed: 1]

[Secret Task: 1 Complete]

> Bonus Unlocked: +10% Bonus Stamina Recovery, Stackable Per Week.

He exhaled. Progress was slow. Painful. But visible.

And that was enough.

---

Word had spread quickly over the week.

People now understood the reality of their powers: time-limited abilities based on rank. Each core ability only lasted ten minutes per day—no more, no less. Passive boosts were weaker and only lasted while the core ability was active. 

S-ranks were nearly myths. A-ranks already commanded small bands like warlords. B- and C-ranks formed defense patrols or gangs. D-ranks blended in, acting like the old world still held sway.

But most people? E-rank. Or nothing at all.

And very few had completed even one daily task. Let alone more.

Kael had completed his without realizing it.

That made him dangerous. Unpredictable.

---

He ventured down into the lowlands to gather intel.

The city below no longer resembled civilization.

Entire districts were torn apart—concrete clawed through like clay, streets cracked and overturned.

And then… the animals.

Crows the size of hounds. Wild boars with black veins running through their skin. Feral dogs that moved too fast, too smart.

And worse—mutations. Beasts that looked like prehistoric throwbacks: small raptors, horned bears, even serpents with glassy, red eyes.

They weren't just attacking. They were hunting. So the humans hunted them back.

So now these animals were on the verge of extinction.

And only a few even noticed.

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Kael returned to the shelter late afternoon. He found his father staring at a dagger handle. His brothers argued about whose "rank" was better. His mother kept her gaze out the window.

Kael dropped a sack of canned food, water bottles, and dried fruit.

"Eat. We move again tomorrow."

His brothers scoffed.

"Why? We've got a place here."

"Because the forest is watching," Kael said.

They didn't understand.

But his mother did.

She nodded silently and packed without a word.

---

That night, Kael set up a perimeter with glass traps and bells. Then he sat under the stars and stared at the dagger glowing in his palm.

Burn marks still lingered across his fingers.

He thought of the dream. The men. The flames.

And what the Soul Fragment promised.

Something more than strength.

Something deeper.

He closed his eyes.

And in that stillness, something stirred.

A whisper—deep in his mind. Not like the "Zero Hour" one from before. This one was different.

> "Two down. Two to go."

He didn't flinch.

Instead, Kael stood, walked a few feet away—and began training.

Push-ups. Squats. Shadow strikes with the

dagger.

Pain. Precision. Pattern.

Because one thing was clear now:

This world only had one law.

Adapt or vanish.