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At the finish line, the proctors stared at their chronometers in silence. Leo had finished in record time, not by being the fastest, but by being the most "absent."

The headmaster leaned over the railing, his eyes narrowing at the boy who shouldn't have survived. "Your score hasn't changed, boy. It’s still a 2.9." 2.9 / 10 Act...

The next day, the "Dullard Trials" began. It was a cruel tradition where those in the bottom percentile were forced to navigate the Kinetic Labyrinth—a shifting maze of high-velocity traps designed to force an "Act-Surge." At the finish line, the proctors stared at

The red numbers on the portal glowed with a mocking intensity: . It’s still a 2

The "Act" score wasn't just about speed; it was a measurement of an individual’s ability to influence the physical world. A 2.9 meant Leo was practically a ghost. He could punch a wall and barely leave a smudge; he could shout, and the sound would die inches from his lips.