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Chapter 6 – Preparation for the Unstoppable
Six months.
Six months of pain, obsession, purpose, and paranoia.
And now… we weren’t the same.
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Mo: The Musclebound Enigma
He emerged from his cocoon of cringe as a walking tank.
His once-flabby body now sculpted into the lean, terrifying mass of a bodybuilder—veins crawling like lightning across his arms, his chest wide enough to block sunlight. His legs? Tree trunks with a vengeance. His jawline could slice cucumbers.
His hair was tied back into a disciplined warrior’s bun. His eyes no longer wandered—they locked on. Focused. Cold. Determined.
He walked like a villain giving a TED Talk. Calm. Controlled. With the constant sense that he’d snap your neck if you insulted his playlist.
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Me: The Silent Blade
I wasn’t massive. I didn’t need to be.
I was precision.
Every movement I made was calculated—like a tiger in meditation.
My muscles were dense, coiled, functional. I didn’t look huge—but the power was there. Compact and lethal.
My eyes were sharp, scanning everything. My breathing? Controlled to the second. My heart rate? Adjustable on command.
I wasn’t a fighter.
I was a weapon.
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But I knew…
I couldn't stop Mo from getting in.
The tuition for El SHARKAWY was worth more than my entire family’s combined assets. Scholarships were gone. Only prodigies and monsters got through the gate.
And Mo was both.
The final test was coming: exam season.
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So I did what any slightly unhinged, ladder-wielding spy-warrior would do.
I infiltrated the exam office.
Late at night. Stealth gear on. Ladder on my back.
I slipped into the back room, booted up the server, and made an algorithm.
An evil one.
A paper-distribution AI designed to match every student with a model based on random bias parameters. But for Mo?
> “Assign: Model A7ADifficulty: Literally Unfair”
The hardest exam model ever printed. Designed to test gods.
The plan was perfect.
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Except Mo… didn't yield.
He aced it.
Every question. Every problem. Flawless.
No hesitation.
He walked out of the exam hall like it was nothing.
And I knew.
There was no stopping his entry.
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Summer Break: Final Evolutions
For the next two months, we both trained.
Mo started cutting. Shedding the mass. Trimming down into a speed demon. His frame tightened. His movements sharpened.
He became silent. Swift. Sharp.
Imagine if a fighter jet had biceps.
He was ready.
But so was I.
I didn't bulk. I refined.More strength. More endurance. More control.
I learned to hold positions for hours. I could run 10K with a ladder on my back without blinking.
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And then… I got curious.
I picked up the book.
The original El SHARKAWY: The Mind That Shaped Eternity.
I flipped a page.
Then another.
Then another.
And suddenly—
I was floating.
My body had literally ascended. I was levitating two feet off the ground, spinning slowly like a meditating god.
I pulled out my phone mid-float.
> “Yo,” I whispered. “I’m levitating.”
The author answered instantly.
> “Yeah, that happens to first-time readers. You’ll come down in 30 minutes.”“Wait… can I fly?”“No. Sit down. Enjoy it.”
And I did.
That book broke my brain and rebuilt it better.
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The Final Preparations
I didn’t just wait.
I armed myself.
I went to the tool shop. Bought a collapsible tactical ladder and a custom harness to wear it like a sword on my back.
Then I fabricated a shooter's license.
I bought an M1911 pistol.8 bullets. No more.One magazine. One chance.
Also? A hunting rifle.Two bullets. No questions asked.
This wasn’t a school year.
This was a warfront.
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The Day Arrives
I arrived early.
Signed my name on the school register, acting normal. Casual. Innocent.
Then I broke out the back.
Slipped through alleys. Avoided cameras. Sprinting toward destiny.
Because today was the day.
Mo was arriving.
I saw him from across the street.
Wearing a full suit.
Three-piece. Jet black. Tie like a blade.
Hair slicked back.
As if he wasn’t entering a school—
—but walking down the aisle to marry evil.
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