Jax woke up in a void of neon platforms and floating islands. He wasn’t a hero or a warrior; he was just a regular avatar with one peculiar curse—or blessing. Every single second he stood on the ground, his potential energy surged. His ankles felt a little springier. Tick. His knees felt like coiled metal. Tick. The ground beneath him seemed to hum.

He had become a master of the second. But as he looked up, he saw another island even higher, shimmering in the distance. He checked his timer.

Finally, with 3,600 seconds of power stored in his legs, Jax stood at the base of the final pillar. He didn't just jump; he launched. The world blurred into a streak of neon blue. He bypassed the lasers, ignored the moving platforms, and landed squarely on the golden trophy at the top.

One more second. One higher jump. The journey wasn't over.