Stuntman — Powerful Features
For the past two months, Robert had been consumed by one thought and one thought only: escape.
After all, he knew where he was. He'd watched the movie. He'd seen the horrors that unfolded in this so-called "institute."
On the surface, it masqueraded as a miracle research facility, promising to cure the incurable. But behind closed doors, it was a breeding ground for nightmares. Desperate patients were used as guinea pigs in a dark experiment to awaken dormant mutant genes.
The serum they had injected into Robert early on was no ordinary medicine. It was a custom-designed chemical compound that required the adrenal hormones secreted during extreme stress or pain. The purpose? To catalyze mutation in potential X-genes embedded within human DNA.
These mutations granted individuals extraordinary powers—superhuman strength, regeneration, energy projection, even reality-bending in rare cases.
But those lucky enough to survive and successfully mutate weren't rewarded with freedom.
No.
They were outfitted with suppressive collars, stripped of free will, and sold as living weapons to the highest bidder. Slavery, masked in scientific progress.
This facility wasn't a hospital.
It was a factory.
A mutant processing plant churning out obedient super-powered slaves.
Robert had spent every waking moment analyzing escape routes, observing guard rotations, counting seconds between shifts, testing cell doors for weaknesses—anything that might give him an edge.
And then, as if fate had decided to throw him a lifeline, he discovered something that changed everything.
It happened one night when he was lying on his cot, broken and bleeding after another round of electrocution. His body throbbed with pain, his vision blurred.
Then, without warning, a faint glow appeared in the corner of his vision. A screen. A digital panel that hovered in the air like a hologram.
He blinked.
[Achievement System Activated]
Lines of text filled the screen.
[Titles Available]
Super High School-Level Lucky (Locked)
Super High School-Level Fighter (Locked)
Super High School-Level Sharpshooter (Locked)
...
Robert's heart skipped a beat.
These were titles from the Danganronpa mobile game—the one he had been playing before he blacked out and woke up in this hell.
Each "Super High School-Level" title represented elite mastery in a specific domain. In the game, unlocking them granted characters immense talents. In this world... it might be the only thing standing between him and death.
The text was mostly greyed out—unavailable.
But one caught his eye.
[Dislike from Death Itself — Completed]
Unlock Condition: Survive fifteen near-death experiences. (15/15)
Title Unlocked: Super High School-Level Stuntman
Do you want to claim this title?
A sharp gasp escaped his throat.
Finally.
Every torture session he'd endured… every moment where he'd hovered between life and death… it had led to this.
It wasn't just luck. The system had been tracking his suffering.
And now, he had a chance.
He didn't hesitate.
[Claim Title?]
Yes.
[Title Claimed: Super High School-Level Stuntman]
Description: A daredevil capable of surviving the most perilous stunts imaginable. A person hated by Death itself.
Trait Acquired: Immortality
Robert's breath caught.
"Immortality...?"
He read the word again. Twice. Three times. Just to be sure.
No long explanation. No fine print. Just one word: Immortality.
The simplicity was staggering.
Two syllables that shattered the rules of life and death.
Robert blinked hard. Had he misunderstood?
He scanned for disclaimers, caveats—anything to suggest this was metaphorical.
Nothing.
Just that one, powerful word.
"Holy… crap."
He had unlocked a power beyond his wildest dreams.
In the Danganronpa universe, some of the "super high school-level" talents could border on the supernatural. Like Nagito Komaeda's "Super High School-Level Luck"—a talent so extreme that the universe bent itself to his will, shaping probabilities to favor him at every turn.
But even that seemed tame compared to this.
Immortality.
The golden ticket.
The kind of trait people would kill to have.
Robert's mind reeled.
Why did a stuntman have immortality? Was the talent derived from surviving deadly stunts, over and over, until death itself gave up?
Maybe it didn't matter.
The result was the same—he was now immune to the very thing this facility relied on to control him.
Pain, death, trauma.
They couldn't kill him anymore.
…
Suddenly, warmth surged through his veins.
It started at his chest and rippled outward in every direction, like liquid sunlight flooding his limbs. His muscles tingled. His vision sharpened.
His nearsightedness—which had plagued him since middle school—vanished. The world came into crisp focus.
He could see everything—the flicker of light bulbs above, the rust on the bed frame, even the tiny fractures in the nearby concrete wall.
His body, once frail and battered, began repairing itself with miraculous speed. Old injuries faded. The constant aches and pains evaporated. Scar tissue smoothed over. Internal damage healed without a trace.
It was like his cells were being reset—reborn.
The unbearable fatigue that had weighed him down for weeks was replaced by a feeling of lightness, like he'd just woken from a decade-long coma.
He sat up, stunned.
For the first time since he'd arrived in this world, he felt alive.
More than that—he felt invincible.
A grin crept across his face.
He clenched his fists. Power surged through him, buzzing beneath his skin like a live wire.
"This is insane," he muttered, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up in his throat. "This is absolutely insane."
He was no longer a victim.
He was no longer prey.
He was something else now.
Something... more.
Robert stood up from the bed, feet steady, head high. For the first time, the other "patients" in the hall looked at him differently. Eyes dulled by despair flickered with curiosity. Some even with hope.
He didn't say a word.
He didn't need to.
His presence alone said everything.
The rules of the game had changed.
And he was ready to play.
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