Standing at the mountain’s peak, Shu felt alive in a way he never had before. The landscape lay sharp and vivid before him, a canvas of possibilities stretching into the horizon. He tested his enhanced strength and agility, sprinting with supernatural speed and leaping with effortless grace.

Amidst his exhilaration, a new voice emerged, distinct from the one that had first spoken to him.

Whirling around, Shu sought out the speaker. “Identify yourself. You’re not who spoke to me before.”

 Indeed, I am not your benefactor. I am Athena—your system and guide. I will aid you in mastering your powers and navigating the complexities of technology, the voice responded.

“Athena,” Shu echoed thoughtfully. “And my system?”

 Your intellect and six senses has sharpened, your personality refined for efficiency in power use, Athena explained gently. Emotion will not cloud your judgment when action is required, in short you will become cold—blooded, shall we say?.

The notion unsettled Shu. “I must retain my humanity,” he insisted.

 Fear not, Athena reassured. Your emotions remain intact, yet you will command them, not the reverse.

Shu’s mind churned with questions about his mysterious benefactor, but Athena urged patience. Strength will unlock answers, she promised.

As the sun ascended, bathing the world in golden hues, Shu faced the dawn with determination.

“Very well, Athena,” he declared, “Let's began”.

Shu listened intently as Athena delineated the intricacies of his telekinetic abilities. Telekinesis is the ability to move objects with your mind, she began. It requires focus and clarity of thought. Start with something small and light, and as you practice, you’ll be able to manipulate heavier objects.

Eager to learn, Shu concentrated on a pebble at his feet. With furrowed brows and a steady gaze, he willed it to rise. To his amazement, the pebble levitated, dancing in the air before him.

Excellent, Athena praised. Now, let’s explore teleportation. It’s not just about moving through space—it’s about understanding and bending the fabric of reality to your will.

Shu closed his eyes, envisioning a spot several meters away. When he opened them, he was standing there, the world having shifted around him seamlessly.

Athena continued to guide Shu through the nuances of mind control and reading. These powers are profound and must be used with great responsibility, she cautioned. To control another’s will or read their thoughts is to touch their very essence.

Shu practiced on the creatures of the mountain, gently probing their minds, feeling their primal instincts and simple desires. He found he could suggest actions to them, guiding them without overriding their nature.

As I said before, your intellect has sharpened, so with a little practice, you will learn to control your abilities as if they were your own body parts, Athena reminded him.

As Shu’s mastery grew, so did his understanding of wind control. Think of it as an extension of telekinesis, Athena explained. The wind is but air in motion, and with your power, you can direct its flow.

With a deep breath, Shu extended his arms, feeling the currents of air around him. He moved his hands slowly, and the breeze responded, swirling into a gentle gust at his command.

Through these lessons, Shu felt a profound connection to the world around him. His emotions were indeed under his command—his humanity intact but honed like a tool for precision rather than a hindrance.

In the aftermath of his icy onslaught, a figure stood amidst the frozen tableau he had created, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The once-vibrant village now lay desolate, a grim canvas of his ruthless power.

With each step, he reveled in the crunch of snow beneath his feet—a macabre symphony to accompany the chilling silence. His laughter, devoid of warmth, echoed through the icy air, a stark declaration of his newfound dominion.

“There is no god but me,” he proclaimed, his voice cutting through the frigid atmosphere. The villagers, now frozen statues in his wintry domain, stood as silent witnesses to his merciless claim.

Unbeknownst to Shu, in a distant rural village, this tyrant’s reign began—not with benevolence but with an iron fist cloaked in frost. His cruelty knew no bounds, and as he surveyed his handiwork, he saw not tragedy but triumph.

In this desolate corner of the world, a dark god was born—one who wielded not just ice, but also the coldness of absolute power.