Author's note: Hello, before you start reading I would like to share with you that English is not my mother language nor the language with which I perform in my daily work. But I'll still do my best to give you a good story. Thank you.
For all readers prior to September 14, 2021: I know that perhaps some of the old readers are frightened or worried about the apparent reduction of chapters. Don't worry, I just restructured the old chapters 2, 3 and 4, merging them into chapter 2; fused the old chapters 6 and 7 into one; and discarding and rewriting sections of other chapters that did not convince me. (Now I know how certain "two authors" feel, but without the draws, the waifus, the cuantic Phoenix Man and the other things)
Chapter 1: Otaku x Epiphany x Training.
Two years and seven months before Vaccine Man's attack.
The afternoon after lunch was a hectic moment, many who had to get on with their work were returning to their posts, but for a certain blond otaku the day was just beginning.
He rose quite lazily from his bed. Revealing himself all night before reading manga online always left him like this. It's not like he had to go to work early on. Game design work could be done at any time. But first, he had to go on an important mission.
He stood up, washed his face, grabbed his long-sleeved red wine shirt and the trousers he had worn yesterday. He couldn't waste time looking for another one, he had to get there fast or it would be too late. He left his apartment in a hurry. There was no time to comb his hair, that would do it along the way.
With his hands, he ordered his hair in such a way that his bowl hairstyle concealed that he had barely just got up. Although his tired, dark circles's eyes would tell the truth for him who will be watched for more than a second. But that wouldn't happen, he was fast, he was silent, almost imperceptible to the human eye. And it was a skill he knew how to harness.
Finally, he reached his destination. It was a place full of beings who rarely saw the light of day. But it was nothing new to him, it would be easy to go in and out with his treasure. The new manga Isekai "Spartan Cutest Warriors".
He walked into the store and dodged the ones at the entrance. It didn't matter, just the prize. He skirted another so burly that it gave nothing to envy of an ogre. The prize was near. Suddenly, in front of him, one of his greatest opponents, a girl.
She had not yet noticed his presence, but was reviewing the section. The Otaku prayed that she would not take what was his and have to deal with her. To his luck, that's how it happened, she left after apparently not finding what she was looking for.
Now it was time to seek the prize and discard the false treasures. He searched and searched but found nothing. It was gone. It was time to ask who knew everything. The guy at the cash register. It was up to him and after unsuccessfully calling him several times, he caught his attention.
-Hey -Asked the Otaku.
-Excuse me, sir, how can I help you? -The employee replied.
-Yes, do you know where I can find "Spartan Cutest Warriors".
-They just ran out -those words shook the Otaku-. In fact, that girl just took the last one, -replied the employee pointing to a young woman leaving the place.
It was the same harpy from a moment ago, she had taken his prize. This mission had been a failure.
-Thank you very much -Replied the Otaku before leaving defeated.
He left the place and set out on his way home. He had taken so much trouble for nothing. At least he could forget his sorrows playing Jinkou Gakuen. Yes, he could forget all this day with one of his favorite dating simulator games. Maybe this day won't...
A high-pitched cry was heard.
-Monster! -Shout someone.
This couldn't be happening to him, not here, not now! The Otaku began to run, could not see the creature but would not waste time, he had to take advantage that things still had salvation. So great was his misfortune that instead of walking away from the monster, he ended up getting where he was as he turned the street.
He had it in front of him. A great pink monster, resembling an octopus made of balloons, with claws in its tentacles. Just seeing it filled him with so much fear that he got paralyzed. Everyone else ran to save themselves.
The monster fixed his attention on him and threw one of his claws. He's dead.
The claw cut off his face and the Otaku began to scream in the ground.
-Someone! Someone! Help me!
As he was dying of pain, he could not hear the sounds of blows and crushes near him.
-Hey, calm down. I already defeated the monster -said someone who couldn't identify-. Is your eye okay? Try to open it slowly.
He obeyed, slowly opened his eyes, and turned his gaze to the one who spoke to him.
-Who are you?
-Me? Hm... I think I'm just someone who aspires to be a hero for fun.
-You're bleeding a lot! -Said the Otaku worried about his supposed savior entering exercise.
-This? It's nothing -He sounded pretty confident-. It just means I still have to keep getting stronger.
-"Stronger" -thought the Otaku, but before he could say anything else, the person in front of him left. He couldn't even say goodbye.
Slowly, as the shock on his body passed, he rose. The street was still desolate but some glances seemed to come and peek out without approaching. The fear that the monster was still alive was still strong. But nothing happened, they only saw that Otaku standing in front of the dead monster. Had he defeated it?
They wouldn't know, because he walked down the street as if nothing had happened. It definitely had something to do with it.
The Otaku went on his way to the nearest hospital to treat the wound on his face, it hadn't blinded him but it was better to leave the diagnosis to the professionals.
They gave him his turn and waited. With his eyes down and in a stoic countenance. Some looked at him with a snout and saw the blood on his face. They were sure he had an encounter with a monster. The strange thing was that that was the only wound he apparently had
He was attended by a nurse, of all possible options. The Otaku was paralyzed. As always, it happened to him when he was dealing with a girl. The nurse pulled out a bottle of oxygenated water and some cottons, and told him the next thing was going to burn.
For a demon that burned like hell. Every part of his body wanted to scream. But the paralysis because a girl was near him could more and gave him a countenance that what was going on was nothing.
-And how did this happen?
-Eh?
-How was this wound done, sir?
She was talking to him! He had to calm down, it was just a routine question.
-Uh... Monster - That was how little he could answer.
-Didn't you suffer another one?
-No -While he was answering, the nurse was finishing cleaning the wound.
-Well, if the monster was only able to do that to you, you can be sure that you are someone strong.
-"Strong" -That word resonated again in the head of the Otaku, it was something he was sure he wasn't. But he was sure it would feel amazing to be. He could not reflect any more, for the nurse's voice pulled him out of his introspection.
-It's ready sir -The nurse said with encouragement. Please leave those bandages on your face until tomorrow.
-Thank you -Replied the Otaku, paid for services and left.
The nurse saw him leave. She was sure this guy was one of those guys who confronted the monsters with his bare hands. What were their names? Right, heroes.
The Otaku kept walking until he returned home. This day had been disgusting. He arrived at the lobby of the building where his apartment was. But before he took the elevator as usual, he saw the stairs.
For an instant he felt an impulse to want to upload them all to his home on the 22nd floor. Just like the protagonists did in all the training sequences of martial arts movies. But no, he wasn't strong. Hell, he was even less than weak.
He gave up the idea and went up the elevator as usual. He reaches the 22nd floor and enters his apartment. He was no longer in the mood to play any games, now he just wanted to read something that would make him forget everything that was spinning in his head.
Surely a little "Predator X" could do the job. He went to get it, but when he took it out, next to it came another book. One who didn't remember that he even had.
"How I Developed Indomitable Will". That's what the cover said. At best it was a book that came with another of its sleeves in those 2x1 promotions. He has never read it before. Anyway, maybe now would be the time. Of course, if the reliable "Predator X" manga written by Vagueshi failed in its mission to make him forget this day.
He lay down on the couch and started reading. When he got bored of one he jumped on the other and vice versa. Words such as Mental Strength, Aura, Will, Power and, above all, Strength, appeared everywhere.
If this was a trick of fate, it wasn't funny. It was enough, it would be better to sleep, it had already been done at night reading. Although by his standards he was still early but, for some reason, he felt tired and extremely fatigued. If he was to fall asleep, it didn't matter if it was in bed or on the couch. And so he surrendered to the calls of his body.
He usually did not dream, or if he did, these were nothing more than distorted fragments of his day-to-day life. But tonight was... Peculiar.
Force. Force. Force. It kept ringing in his head. Power. Power. Power. He rumbled into nowhere that only came around him. It had only been less than a day and he was already losing the patience of that word. It was something he couldn't reach, it was something that was just a few. There was nothing he could do to...
-YOU'RE WRONG! -Said a voice that resembled both that of an angel from "Knights of Heavens" and one of the final demons of "Diabolust Oppai Dungeons".
Everything cleared up around him. In front of him was a light and a gigantic being. It looked like a statue, but he couldn't tell his features apart.
-The only one who stops you from being strong, is you. Haven't you heard your body? -The Otaku looked at his hand, it was trembling-. It's screaming, like a caged beast craving liberation.
The Otaku remembered what happened today. It wasn't much, but was his body really giving him messages?
-You don't need more strength than you can wake up from. Go where your heart can be calm, where you can sit like a turtle, where you can walk fast like a dove and where you can sleep like a dog. There you'll release your Life Force... What would you be able to do? Only you will know.
The light began to intensify. A gust of wind started to blow. The dream was about to drive him out.
-Hey, wait -Shout the Otaku-. Who are you?
-I am Antigodotto. But you decide who you want to be.
The gusts of wind and light pushed him away from the light. They were as strong as a tug. He couldn't take it anymore and was pushed by these.
He felt the cold, hard blow of the ground over his face. He had come back to reality. He turned and saw that he had fallen off the couch, but seeing the window and noticed that it was barely dawning. He hasn't been up so early in a long time. But he felt weird, sweaty and felt cold, as if he were in the middle of a cold.
What kind of a bad-ass nightmare had he had? Was there mind-blowing poison in that monster's clutches? Whatever it was, it was better not to go back to sleep for now.
He went to his computer to see if he found anything interesting to see. But while browsing, an ad appeared on his screen. It was advertising to visit nature parks. He was going to close it when the images got his attention. It wouldn't hurt to relax watching them for a while.
There were all kinds. Beaches, meadows, forests, islands but what aroused his curiosity the most was one of strange mountains called Guanyin. A strange name to his opinion.
He looked for it on the internet. The first thing he saw were statues of gods and to his surprise, an image of a page of "Predator X". He went to take his sleeve to corroborate it and there he was. He had read the manga a couple of times and was sure He hadn't seen it before. Maybe he just didn't memorise the name.
He opened a new tab, he'd wasted enough time. He had to start writing more scripts for graphic novels. He tried to write, but he didn't get a word. His fingers and mind were failing him. Something they've never done before in his life.
Better not insist. Time to play. He turned on his console and started playing. They were disastrous games. Terrible. Lousy. He wasn't getting over his own high score. This wasn't a good symptom. He stopped playing and lay on the floor against the couch.
He had his computer in front of him. Only the advertisement for the natural park remained on the screen after the other tabs were closed.
The Otaku got up and went to the computer. He reviewed the ad and read the ad details. The price wasn't bad. The place where they'd catch the bus wasn't far away. There were quotas available. And the departure time gave him enough time to prepare. Decided, a vacation for this cloistered Otaku wouldn't hurt.
As the sun rose in M-City, the Otaku took the only backpack he had. Some snacks in case he was hungry. And wearing the clothes he was wearing, he decided to go on vacation. But something was missing, maybe a little reading material. He chose "How I Developed Indomitable Will". It was the only thing in his library he hadn't apparently read.
He left his apartment and went to the meeting place. Not without first notifying in his internet profile that he would be absent indefinitely.
He got to the point where the bus would be quick. It was still 30 minutes before departure time. Looks like he was the first to arrive. It was the corner of a park. Just as lonely except for any homeless man with moderately long hair. Nothing to worry about. He lay on the lawn to wait.
It's time. The bus showed up and then a lot more people came. Some couples between them. He presented his ID and the code that the platform threw at him when he finished enrolling. They let him up. He sat at the bottom. And after waiting for one that was retarded, they left.
The journey was long. He wished he could fall asleep along the way, but the dream had abandoned him. Occasionally some looked at his face. He thought he had something on his face, until he realized he still had the bandages the nurse put on him yesterday. He'd take them off later. It wouldn't be that it scared everyone by revealing a creepy scar.
The minutes were made hours until they reached their destination. He couldn't see the landscapes from where he was sitting, he only knew from the announcement that he was in a rural region. Which region, who knows. It just wasn't Region M. Maybe Region K.
The tour guide brought them together. She was talking about the date and time when the bus would come back for them. But some Otaku didn't pay attention. He was in an important work of reflection. Something that worried him from the moment he arrived and was an extremely important issue. Where was he going to spend the night in this place?!
When he returned to himself, the crowd had dispersed and the bus had left. There was no turning back. Now he was alone in this place. He was already regretting paying attention to that announcement.
The Otaku looked around and saw a sign indicating the direction of the walking areas. To hell with worries. He was on vacation and it was time to do all those things that people are supposed to do when they're on vacation.
He went to the entrance of the natural park and began to walk the trails. He was hoping he wouldn't run into any wild animals. He wasn't in the mood to become the intern of a pack of wolves or a bear who wanted a light meal.
He walked for aimless hours, and even unintentionally deviating from the trails. He was a little relaxing, he had to admit it, but he didn't understand what other people saw as special. Of course, he himself was a lover of tranquility. But in his own way, with a good soda, fries, curtains covering the sun and a clean screen to clearly see the girl on duty in his dating simulator.
So deep he was in his thoughts that he ended up reaching a great clearing in the forest surrounded by mountains. How long had he been walking? And where?!
He looked around. It was clear, he was lost. But for some reason, He didn't feel fear, panic or anxiety. He was calm!
He sat on the floor with his legs a little collected but at the same time open, so that he could rest his arms on his knees. Anyone else who saw him would think he was meditating. Perhaps attaining the long-awaited inner peace and enlightenment.
But this Otaku was just wondering how he got to this place? How long had he walked? How could he feel so serene in a situation he had only seen on those shows where people got lost in nature and returned mutilated or almost dead?
From one second to the next he stopped thinking, opened his backpack and pulled out a fruit. He wouldn't have to worry about leaving trash in a protected area and expect a substantial fine in his mailbox when he returns. Or attract dangerous animals with the smell of their garbage. Slowly he liked it, he hadn't done that in years. And he looked up to see the clouds of heaven.
Thinking about what? Not at all, he was on vacation. And so he was, motionless as a monk until the sky was too dark to continue to see the clouds.
He got up and looked everywhere. He was alone, in the middle of nature and at night... This wasn't funny anymore. And maybe it never was.
Maybe if he walked straight in one direction he'd find a path. Yes. It was a good plan. He began to take the first steps but as he began to come out of the clearing he felt his body heavy and tired. He had walked quite a bit and in fact, He hadn't eaten anything all day.
He didn't want to sleep in the middle of nowhere. It was crazy, one that was inevitable at this point. He saw a log on the floor that looked comfortable like a pillow and came over to lie on it, put his backpack aside and without realizing it, ended up laying his head on it.
It was hard and uncomfortable. It's that simple. He is sure he was already starting to rot. He would have risen in disgust if it wasn't for the weariness he could do more with it. And so the Otaku fell asleep like a stray dog.
After a long night, he re-awakened on par with the sunrise. He was hoping he'd have neck pain. But it had been the best night's sleep of his life!
He got up, grabbed his backpack and walked the clearing back to the center of it as he stretched. He was thirsty. He took his bottle and had a big drink. Suddenly he stopped, remembering that he should keep the rest for later.
He heard a slight sound that caught his attention. He went to the other end of the clearing. He drew a couple of trees and saw a river of clear water that he believed was only typical of nature documentaries.
Low without hesitation and no matter what, he drank from the water of the stream. It was the best water he'd ever tasted. He wiped his face and as the water fell he saw his reflection in the water.
In that instant a fleeting memory went through his mind.
-"Calm... Sit... Walk… Sleep…" -Thought for himself the Otaku.
He'd experienced all that in the short time he'd been here. Everything that mysterious being told him in his dream. What was his name? Antigonus?
And how did it feel? More alive than ever before with just one day here. Every breath of that fresh air made him feel stronger and more energetic. And there came back to his mind another word...
-Life Force -Thought the Otaku.
He came back to reality and looked again at his reflection in the water. He still had the medical tape holding the bandage over his eye. He'd forgotten about it again.
What does all this mean? That dream couldn't have been a simple hallucination. It was something else, a sign, a call. A call that may have come from within it.
A call, telling him that it had been enough of all that weakness that always accompanied him. And again, the memories came.
"You decide who you want to be".
He slowly steered his hand towards the bandages on his face, but before touching them he stopped. Those thoughts that told him that he was not, and could not become strong, returned again. That what it was today was the only thing it would become, a simple isolated and weak otaku...
Enough.
-What I want is to be strong! -He said, looking up as the tape he held in place to the bandages gave way to moisture and showed a three-claw scar on his face.
It was time to follow his body's call. The call of his heart. Whose strength he could feel covering it like a blanket.
Two years, six months and three weeks before Vaccine Man's attack.
Summer day was intense. The sun was at the top. And in the midst of a clearing deep in nature, he was sitting resting his arms on his knees, a 27-year-old man who ended the longest contemplation of his life to date.
He was still beginning the path to the goal he longed for. But he knew that he should not only follow the pleas in his body to strengthen him, but also his own, those of his spirit. And that's where he found out. He had to achieve harmony.
He got up and let the air out of his chest slowly. His dream had said his body was like a beast. But he couldn't contain it anymore, nor get carried away by it. They had to tame each other.
The Blond started walking. Heading towards the mountain on the horizon. But not as he always did. He struggled to synchronize his passage with the rhythm of his heart.
If his heart accelerates, he would. If he slowed down, so would he. He'd go up and down the mountain until he reached the balance. He would do the routine that filled him with life until he freed his entire Life Force. He'd be here until his power was so great, he could hear his own presence, echo in the mountains.
It didn't matter if he got hurt. It didn't matter if he was hungry like never before. He'd eat wild fruits. He'd drink water from the rivers. He'd eat raw fish. It didn't matter if he died. He didn't want to go back. Now that he finally felt that he had found his way to find himself.
It took him 12 hours to climb to the top. He was exhausted, but he had to fulfill the condition he put himself on. If he ever let himself down, he'd be sorry forever. It took him eight hours to get off the mountain. When he reached the clearing again, he fell asleep, as if he had fainted.
When he awoke, he ascended again and descended from the mountain. Day after day.
Week after week.
Her hair was starting to grow. But it didn't bother him. The beard was popping up. But it was nothing. His shirt and pants were already starting to tear. But he wouldn't stop for them.
Summer gave way to autumn. His feet and hands were full of marks for climbing the rocks. But it was still going on. His body was strengthened every day.
He could have realized that by realizing an extraordinary fact. After three months of starting. The sun had barely moved in the sky after completing its ritual.
He was on the right track. But there's still a long way to go. He dropped on the floor. He gasped like an agonizing animal. His body was burning. He could rest. But it wasn't the time. He'd already raised a level. But he still had to reach another one.
The Blond still lying on the ground raised his hand to the sky.
He had yet to reach such a level of strength that he would be able to eradicate everything in his path. Such a level of force that his own intensity was capable of burning. Such a level of force, that it was unmatched. Such a level of force that it could restore the monsters to the terror they had given him. Such a level of strength that he didn't have to make someone worry about saving someone like him.
Out of nowhere, a shot of light came out of his hand into the sky. Making a moderate expansive hole in a cloud.
He sat on the floor and saw his hands. They were surrounded by a yellow aura. They seemed to emanate the same steam as a teapot about to burst.
This was the power within him, boiling to come out. And there, he began to hear it. Like a slight whisper, but there he appeared.
*Thump-Thump*... *Thump-Thump*...
It was time to move on. He had to tame his Life Force now.
He thought again of that force capable of burning, and after giving a fist, a burst came out. Scattered the air around him and burned a few inches of grass. But there was no fire. Fortunately.
He picked up his hand and with the other hand, he fired again. Another burst came out. Now aiming for heaven.
So he continued to fall exhausted when nothing came out of his fists.
Autumn gave way to winter. Everything was covered in white except for a small circular area around the Blond and a line marking the direction where he had been throwing his fists.
The snow rested on his shoulders and head, but he continued. Every time he returned from the mountain, he threw a blow for every beat of his heart. And so he went on until a day when, joining his hands, he let out such a powerful gust, that it cleared all the snow around him.
And there he could hear it clearly. No longer as a slight whisper, but as an intense echo of those he had only seen in films.
*¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!* *¡THUMP!*
His presence had become so great. It now bounces in the mountains. He smiled with satisfaction and fell asleep. It stayed that way for a week. Until he wakes up again. Much was his surprise, when he saw his reflection in the water, he realized that his beard had fallen off.
By the time spring came. He could complete his routine in minutes. That allowed him more time to read. To contemplate its interior. To meditate. To strengthen his spirit again enough, to harmonize his already liberated Life Force, with his heart, body and mind.
And by the time summer came back, the metamorphosis of a mighty warrior had culminated. An immeasurable monster now walked among mortals.
One year and seven months before Vaccine Man's attack.
The Blond slowly awoke and stood on the branch on which he had rested. He leapt and landed near the tree trunk. He took a deep breath and could hear it bounce off the mountain. It was time to have breakfast.
He went all the way to the river. He took the nearest branch and in a flicker, impaled a couple of fish. And he came back where he came from, took a few branches, gathered them. He put his hand on them and after a slight glow, a campfire lit up. He ate and while doing digestion, sat down to see the clouds. He had achieved what he was looking for. And it was time to go back to civilization.
But he couldn't go back like this, first he had to take a good bath like never before.
Back to the river. He left his clothes on the shore and cleaned his body. When he came out, he put his hands on his face and taking advantage of the wet hair, he combed him back completely, without any particular style in mind. He'd grown up a lot. The hairstyle he had arrived with a year ago left with his old "him".
He put his clothes back on. It was all undone. He barely covered his chest and legs to his knees. His shoes and stockings were long gone. He'd go back barefoot, but who cared?
He went back to the clearing and went to the tree where he had hung his backpack. He was pretty battered by the elements, but he couldn't leave it behind. It's not going to be that he made the rangers believe that someone disappeared here. Although if they didn't find him before, he doubted that someone would come in a long time.
Besides, that book he took with him was more interesting than he thought.
He placed the backpack on his shoulder and began to walk, abandoning the clearing.
He walked for a couple of minutes and found a trail. Left or right? He listened with his hatred. On the right there was more noise of footsteps, voices and wheels. That's where he was supposed to go.
He resumed the trek to civilization.
His footsteps made no noise. Step next to some hikers, tourists and couples. None seemed to notice or notice him remarkably. But now he knew it was different. This time his ability to go unnoticed wasn't just his idea, it was a real thing he had trained.
Step by step he made it to the entrance. He looked around, little had changed in the year it was in the wild. He felt the smell of food, his stomach roared. But he didn't have a coin. It would be for another time. That rules out returning by bus. Now if you could enjoy the scenery on his return trip.
The Blond left the village and undertook his walk. He look at the landscape around him, he relaxed it quite a bit. Some vehicles passed by him at high speed, paying no attention to him. If he wanted to, he could make a run for any of them, and even get on top of a bus and travel for free on the roof. But there was no hurry, no one expected him at home... no friends... nor girlfriend... just his solitaire games, his commission blog, his isekais sleeves, his +18 dating simulators...
Suddenly some noises took him out of those thoughts that strangely lowered his spirits a little, he noticed that something was going on some distance from him. He calmly got close.
-All of you farmers will pay! -Said a monster.
Lord Rice Wasp
Disaster level: Demon.
Style: Enhancer.
He didn't quite distinguish it, but it had wings, four arms. A considerable musculature and a black and yellow exoskeleton.
-Please leave my grandfather! -Said a little girl about to cry with her mother.
-Because of their synthetic pesticides, they have broken our natural pact. You denied food to me and my race. That's why I'm here. I'm Lord Rice Wasp! And for taking down with me food that was the weevils of rice, he came here to eat them all!
-I will defeat you, bastard! -Said a tribal-looking man with dark skin carrying a strange giant boomerang.
Air.
A-Class Hero rank #13
Style: Controller.
He threw himself at the monstrous wasp creature. But this one in one hit sent him flying several feet away.
Enough of the stealthy gentleman. The Blond dropped his backpack and began to let out his emotions. But this time he wasn't afraid. He was excited.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
A sound, similar to a drum, began to resonate around. Everyone looked confused around. Even the monster stopped feeling suddenly that the air had become just as thick as the pesticides that drowned him so much.
With the old man still in his clutches, he looked everywhere until he turned around and saw in front of him a blond man advancing towards him. Another miserable peasant came to try to stop him? How stupid. Not even one of those blissful heroes could. Although this one, you could see... Different. It felt overwhelming.
-And where did this one come from? The monster asked.
-I was just walking around here, and it just so happens that you're on my way -replied the Blond.
-So we have a brave man, huh? -The monster answered, now it sounded angry-. Are you going to try to challenge me too, human?
-Yes -replied the Blond with his best poker face and still maintaining a slight smile.
-Hey? Are you also in a hurry to be eaten? Just what I thought, you must be one of those arrogant humans who claim to protect people, right?
The Blond was silent. He still had a smile on his face. He let go of his arms and shook them like he had dust on him. Loosening them. All while the monster was continuing his monologue.
-I've already defeated several like you and devoured many more farmer families. I wanted to devour this old man, but now that you have my attention I won't let you...
In a blurry image. The Blond disappeared from where he was and appeared hitting the monster in the chest. A strong impact sound. The monster instantly bled through his jaw. His eyes inflated just like his face and back.
It swelled more and more. It looked like it was going to explode at any moment. But it wasn't, it retracted quickly and fell to the ground. His eyes had come out of his basins and his exoskeleton had broken. His liquefied guts now came out of the fissures and foam appeared from his mouth.
The family went to help the old man. But the Blond got ahead of himself and helped him get rid of the clutch of the now dead wasp monster. The old man looked at him from below. He was against the light and only distinguished an imposing figure.
-Dad! -The girl's mother screamed in tears-. We were afraid that monster would devour you!
-Well -said The Blond as he picked up his backpack-, if you don't need any more help, I think...
The girl quickly bowed to the Blond, with her forehead on the ground.
-Thank you very much sir! -The little one said-. How can I pay you to save my grandfather?!
-Eh, it was nothing -Said the Blond a little embarrassed at the gesture, but his stomach got ahead and roared hungry, a year ago that he hadn't taste real food-. Well, do you know of a nearby place where I can eat? I'm hungry.
-If you like, we can invite you to eat at our house, it's the least we can do to thank you for saving my father -The girl's mother replied, placing her arms on her daughter's shoulders.
-Well... -The blond's stomach roared again-. Thanks a lot.
The blond followed the family home. He didn't mind coming to his apartment a little later. Annihilating that monster put him in such good mood that he was sure nothing could bother him. He had witnessed the fruits of his training. And a new question came to mind, what was the scope of his power?
If you got here, thank you so much for reading. It's not as good as I'd like, but here it is.
If you want to continue directly with the story of the blond that brings us here, skip to Chapter 7. If you want to know some of the events that occurred during his year of absence, continue with Chapter 2, I assure you that they will be entertaining and interesting.
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