In unOrdinary as John Doe

After a bit of time and a few visits from my dad, I was sent to a tribunal for minors which resulted in me getting expelled from New Boston and getting sentenced to three months of readjustment classes for not only brutalizing my high-tier classmates but also for spreading false hope to the lower tiers.

The next three months weren't mine or Keon's cup of tea.

He made me relive every single memory of me beating up my classmates for nought since I couldn't find anything wrong with my actions.

At times, he became so frustrated that he would slam my face on the table.

I didn't even try to respond much since if I broke my restraints or acted threateningly in any way, I would be quickly subdued with force by other security personnel who were outside of my room.

After those 3 months were over, I asked my dad if I could take this year off and not go to school.

Considering what he thought I had just been through, he agreed wholeheartedly but still insisted I take a few exercise books to keep my school skills and knowledge sharp.

During that time, I reflected on my actions thought of ways to control myself thought of ways to improve my strength and how I could just be a better person in general

My dad had finally written the infamous Unordinary book. While I wasn't sure of the exact reason why it was written in the first place, whether it was to shed light on society's flaws or to help me understand that there were better ways to make myself understood than to use my power to brutalize the opposition.

Most likely the latter though since I was going through something.

After he gave me the first copy, I read it and found it to be an interesting story that gave the keys to those who were willing to change the current hierarchy imposed by the authorities into a new remodelled utopia. I could now understand why such a high number of high-tiers were so convinced after reading it to the point that they would throw away precious time and their own lives to fight off crime as vigilantes.

I wasn't better or worse than the original.

I had my ups and downs and I might have been better in some ways since I had shown myself to be more rational at this point of life but worse in others since I was much more brutal if that was possible.

It was weird how I felt that I could kill so easily, after all in my previous life I was very different either that or being in a world where the strongest could do pretty much anything they wanted with those weaker than themselves had awakened some hidden quirks inside myself.

But that was beside the point.

I was indeed pretty strong, probably even stronger than an 8.0 god tier like Seraphina, but I didn't know my exact level. I had purposefully not gone to any ability gauge to try and test my ability strength due to wanting to keep it under cover for as long as possible.

But now I realise that such a thing was futile since the authorities knew for sure that I was a god-tier ever since the New Bostin high incident.

They probably even managed to gauge my ability level while at the readjustment centre.

And that was ignoring all the times they could have spied on my family to keep tabs, especially considering that my mother is an extremely powerful god tier.

So to fix my ignorance about my power level, I decided to borrow my dad's computer to look up any ability gauge in the vicinity.

After successfully finding one in the minutes that followed, I decided to leave the house to get this done as soon as possible until;

"Hey John, where are you going?" My father asked me.

I answered without lying as I saw no need to, "I'm going to get my ability gauged."

"Can I ask why, I'm sure you already know your ability level."

"Not really, I never really tried to gauge it after all,"

"Oh ok, then once you finished can you come home quickly since I would love to at least have a small meal with you before I go to meet my editor," he told me.

"No problem, don't sweat it, Dad. Besides, it shouldn't take too long for me to go there and come back anyway," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

I was pretty fast after all.

He chuckled before ruffling my hair

"Go on then," he said.

I smiled since having these moments with my dad were some of the best moments one could ask for.

After opening the door and taking my leave from my beloved household, I wondered to myself:

How strong am I exactly?