They say that the happiest moments in life go by quickly, if this is true then my youth must have been my own golden age, for it ended in the blink of an eye.
I remember helping my brothers and sisters fighting the words of goblins, battling the invasions of demons and as I grew I learned from their training, to this day the memory of the faces people made when his mother introduced him to people as her son.
The height difference was ridiculous, especially since he now rivaled his second father's hight and muscular form.
Of course, the shock and confusion turned to understanding whenever they met his second father, only to immediately return when they realized who his second father was and immediately ask.
"Those two? How? ...Really?" The amount of confusion in their expressions and in their voices still brings a smile to his face even to this day.
Still, as time went on it was time to return to the world he had arrived to, being my second father's son, granted me the help of the many wizards, smiths and techno magicians.
So with a hug and best wishes, he left the world of his youth and walked back to the world of his arrival.
By the time he returned the many plants had overgrown and nearly covered the entirety of the underhive, mutants ran about devouring the much-crafted work done by the adventurers, but I had learned by the best men that if stable mutations could be used for the benefit of humanity, then so be it.
So he began to hunt down the mutants and force them to breed until a stable mutant began to be born, admittedly many abominations were born but they were quickly dealt with and killed.
As time went by those stable mutants began to hunt down the remaining beast that plagued the underhive, with the knowledge of the fairy rings he moved from one floor of the hive to the other.
At times he used magically crafted golems alongside robots to deal with the more troublesome areas, so as time passed he repaired nearly all of the underground areas until the gang-ridden areas stood before him.
His second father, uncle and both his mother had thought him to understand that there are levels to justice and punishment and it was because of that, that he didn't just kill everyone before him.
The majority of the population could be calmed by simply giving them fresh food from the underhive and simply by taking it away made them calm down/behave. As for those that tried to resist him, the plain behind glasses had thought him to twist his words, yet still, speak the truth.
For everyone else, death was the only thing awaiting them.
Soon the forge began to work in ways many never thought possible and the hive began to work on repairing itself and areas that were completely useless were used to either clean water or provide fresh food.
Slowly every hive fell under his control and soon the rest of the worlds in the system followed, the fairy rings helped keep each section connected with each other, so every bottom floor was connected with every other bottom floor and so on.
Necklaces created by replication devices, copied from his own now kept those that could hear the voices or see the images, from seeing or hearing them anymore.
Then he came My Father, my gene father came