Saint:My Daily Routine Became My Superpower

July 15th. 8:00 AM.

The sky was overcast as Kael returned to the ruins, bone spine still slung across his back. His brothers looked up from training. Armin dropped his stick-spear. Dain stood frozen.

"Is that a weapon?" Armin asked.

"A warning," Kael replied, tossing the spine beside the makeshift training circle.

They knew not to ask further. Kael's silence had become its own language.

But he didn't come back just to train.

"Pack light," he said. "We move."

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An Hour Later

They stood near the southern edge of the broken city. A crude barricade had been erected—steel sheets welded to crushed cars and reinforced by scavenged concrete.

A dozen survivors guarded the gate.

And at the center of it all, she stood like a lighthouse in ruin.

Elle.

Her long coat fluttered in the breeze, blackened at the hem. She had dirt on her cheek and blood on her knuckles. But her posture? Unshaken.

"Took you long enough," she said, half-smiling. "I figured you were either dead or too stubborn to come back."

Kael didn't smile. He nodded.

"It's safer here?"

"As safe as it gets," she said, gesturing inside. "We fortified the zone using the old sewer tunnels and cleared most of the entry points. A few abilities helped."

Kael glanced at his brothers, then back at Elle.

"My parents. Can they stay?"

She didn't hesitate. "Yes. We protect who we can."

Kael led his family inside.

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Inside the Safe Zone

The smell of food drifted faintly in the air—some kind of stew. Children played with sticks in the far corner. Most of the people looked tired, underfed. But there was order here. And fire in their eyes.

Kael set his parents in one of the larger tents.

His mother reached out. "Kael, are you okay?"

He didn't answer. Just nodded and turned away.

But peace never lasted.

Not in this world.

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Conflict Brews

"Hey!"

A heavy-set man in scavenger armor stepped forward. A jagged axe hung from his belt. His eyes were hard. Suspicious.

"You just walk in here wearing bones and a mask like that, dragging monsters behind you, and expect us to let you stay?"

Kael didn't respond.

The man pushed forward, shoving Kael slightly.

"Maybe we don't need ghost freaks messing with the balance. Elle might trust you, but I don't."

Kael stepped back.

"Then test me."

The man blinked.

"What?"

Kael dropped his pack.

"If you think I'm a threat, stop me."

People began to gather.

Elle started to speak, but Kael held up a hand.

The man lunged.

Kael didn't move.

Then—Ghost Veil.

The man's punch slowed to a crawl.

Kael slipped under it, swept his leg, and had the axe in his hand before the man hit the ground.

The onlookers went still.

Kael leaned down.

"Next time, don't posture unless you're sure."

He dropped the axe beside the man's head.

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Later That Evening

Elle found him sharpening his daggers by the wall.

"You didn't have to humiliate him."

"He would've tested me anyway," Kael said without looking up.

She sat beside him. A long silence passed.

"During the Tyrant fight," Elle said softly, "I felt something weird. I thought I was dead for sure, but... the cool down of my ability stopped. Not just that but it was like time slowed. The Tyrant's blade should've hit me, but it didn't. You moved faster than sight. Then I blinked, and it was dead."

She looked at him.

"What was that?"

Kael paused.

Then, for the first time in weeks, he said the full truth.

"My ability… wasn't just minor injury heal and Routine Serge. I have something else."

He turned to face her.

"It's called Divine Echo. An S-rank ability."

Her breath caught.

"S-rank?"

Kael nodded.

"It removes the flaws of other abilities. Cooldowns vanish. Restrictions drop. Time limits fade. It probably removed your cool down too."

Elle stared at him for a long moment.

"That's why you always win."

Kael looked down at his hands.

"No. I win because I don't stop."

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The Mission

The next morning, Kael gathered his brothers and Elle near the northern wall.

He unrolled a rough map scavenged from a city terminal.

"This spiral," he said, pointing to a section marked in crimson ink, "I found it on the mask, on the walls, even inside tunnels. It means something. I want to find out what."

Elle crossed her arms. "You want us to go on an expedition based on a hunch?"

Kael met her eyes.

"No. Based on pattern. These creatures mimic us. But they also mark us. I think they're testing us. I want to know why."

His brothers nodded solemnly.

Elle hesitated. Then smiled faintly.

"Fine. But I'm bringing a rifle it was made with the help of many abilities."

Kael smirked.

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To Be Continued...

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