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Chapter 3 - Neurostride

I sat on the rooftop during lunch break, wind brushing against my hair, sunlight brushing the edge of the page as I opened my notebook.

This world was... mine, but not mine. The people were familiar, the school was different, even the layout of the city. But the differences weren't small glitches... they were cracks. Cracks in the consistency. Cracks in reality. And somehow, I had slipped through them.

This is a parallel world.

I needed to make sense of it. Of this place. Of what was happening to me. If I was going to survive here, or more than survive! I had to understand everything. No half-truths. No assumptions.

I clicked my pen. Then I began writing.

October 12th — Parallel World Hypothesis

--Woke up in what appeared to be my room, but key details different. Family was same but younger brother alive who died in a car accident three years ago, Mother's Behaviour altered she become polite, There world is 80%-90% familiar of my previous world, Remaining 10–20% divergence includes architecture, routine, signage, individual memories of others.--

No known way to return, and not attempting until I fully understand the phenomenon.

 --Hypothesis: I have passed through a dimensional breach. Unknown trigger. Possibly tied to mental/emotional instability or dream-state induction.--

Then I paused. Took a breath.

And beneath that, I wrote:

• Subject: Caelus Vireon Anomalous Trait: "Neurostride"

I underlined the word twice.

Then I wrote slowly. Thoughtfully.

--Definition: Neurostride is an advanced cognitive function. Allows user to simulate and evaluate multiple chains of events in real-time. Output: Chosen action becomes the most efficient, safe, and desirable based on goal-specific probability analysis.--

--Manifestation: Sudden onset. No visual interface. No commands. Pure instinct. Triggered in high-stress or uncertain environments. Duration: Unknown. Possibly continuous or selectively triggered. Cooldown: Unconfirmed. Mental fatigue post-usage minimal.--

--Observed Examples: Predictive pathing of conversation with unknown girl (Dream Girl). Outcome simulation in social interaction, including physical contact, verbal response, and timing.--

--Comparison: Not precognition. Not future vision. More akin to quantum cognition... observing multiple probability threads, collapsing the most desirable into action.--

-- Danger: Unaware --

--Potential: Unaware --

I stopped writing.

I stared at those last two words.

--Unknown--

My pulse quickened again.

I wasn't scared anymore. I wasn't confused. This wasn't a dream or a curse.

It was a gift... A weapon... And I was going to test it. I flipped the page.

I looked over the railing. Below me, in the courtyard, a group of first-years were playing soccer. One of them, a short kid with bright shoes, kept tripping over the ball. Another, taller, loud, kept yelling at him.

"You're useless, Ken! Just stay out of the way!"

Poor kid. No one deserves to be treated like that.

But today, I was going to use them.

I focused. Let my mind relax..... not empty, but wide open.

And then it began.

Like turning a lens and suddenly seeing a hundred reflections of reality. I thought possibility in less than a second perhaps it was less than a millisecond..

Option A: I run downstairs, intervene, confront the bully. → Escalation. Conflict. Attention drawn. Option B: I shout from here. → Misfire. Not heard clearly. Embarrassment. Option C: I throw something small, accurately, to distract him. → Brief confusion. Game stops. Kid has a moment to recover. Option D: ... E:..... Option last: I ignore. → No data.

I visualized the arc. Trajectory. Wind. I picked up a small pebble near the ledge.

I Breatheed. Aimed and Throwed the pebble towards that boy.

The pebble zipped down, struck the tall kid's ankle just as he leaned back for a kick.

He stumbled. Cursed. The ball rolled to Ken.

Ken hesitated for a moment then kicked the ball.... Goal.

Some were cheering. Some were confused. The bully red-faced, looking around, no clue what hit him.

I smiled.

Not for Ken. Not for the goal.

But for me.

I had made it happen. Seen it. Lived it before it occurred.

Like a chess master moving a piece before his opponent even notices he's losing.

I scribbled down more notes.

-- Result: Small-scale environment manipulation successful. Outcome as predicted. Range: Visual confirmation required. Line of sight optimal. Outcome accuracy > 98%.--

Now the bigger question burned into my skull:

What can I do with this?

I sat back, staring at the sky.

What if I applied this in politics? In academics? In social power?

No.... not just success. Domination.

Every conversation, I could win. Every argument, I could end before it started. I could become the top of the class without studying — simply by choosing the best chain of micro-decisions to guide teachers and peers toward that reality.

I could manipulate rumors before they existed.

Turn enemies into friends. Friends into pawns.

I could climb. Not just through school. Through everything.

Jobs. Wealth. Leadership.

Rulership.

In this world... where I had no past, no baggage, and no limitations, I was a ghost with perfect knowledge.

I was free.

And freedom was power.

I looked down at the students below me. Laughing. Chasing a ball. Living their lives like nothing was different today.

But I knew better.

This wasn't a reset.

This was mine.

My chance. My plane.

I stared at my reflection in the window behind me.

Same tired eyes. Same messy hair.

But something burned deeper now.

This wasn't the face of a lost boy.

This was the beginning of a ruler.

I closed the notebook. Stood up. Stretched.

And whispered to no one, with a grin that felt too calm to be sane: "I'll take this world. Piece by piece. And when it's mine… I'll make sure no one ever takes it back."

I picked up my bag and walked off the roof.

The wind followed behind me like it knew something had shifted...

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