CHAPTER - 1
Dav: Can you imagine a world full of heroes, villains, and monsters? Well, welcome to this vast, shitty world.
You might be wondering why I say that.
Currently, there are 8.2 billion people in the world…
And yet, out of all of them, guess who was the only crippled guy without a power?
(Yeah, me—Dav, of course.)
But let’s get back on track.
Most people would call this world a fantasy—like the ones in fairy tales and legends.
I won’t bore you with my suffering, so let’s move on.
I was just 18 years old when the first “heroes” appeared. At the time, they weren’t all that strong yet, but you know how it goes—heroes are seen as the absolute defenders of humanity, even if some were only in it for wealth and fame.
At first, there were only a few recognized power levels:
E, D, C, A, and S.
However, back then, not everyone had a rank. The fact that heroes even existed was already considered a miracle.
Not everyone who awakened with powers became a hero. Some were just ordinary citizens or warriors born with abilities.
The real difference between heroes and others lay in their aura—a visible energy that flowed from their bodies.
The most common aura colors were:
Blue: Those who possessed mana.
Orange: Those without mana but with unique abilities.
White: Normal, powerless humans. (Yeah, that’s me.)
Yellow: Marked someone as a true hero.
Red: Usually seen in criminals, assassins with murderous instincts, or heroes of overwhelming strength.
These classifications came into play 200-300 years ago, following the appearance of the first Crater Events.
But I’ll get to that later.
Now, let’s talk about me.
Born with zero powers, zero mana, and nothing special, I spent my days training alone in my attic—just the classic physical workouts to strengthen my body.
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My family already had powers, but that didn’t mean they saw me as useless. In fact, they always supported me and told me not to feel discouraged.
But I was damn frustrated.
Getting mocked by friends, relatives, and especially that bitch of a sister of mine. (Ugh, ew.)
My family’s abilities?
Father: Fire manipulation.
Mother: Water control.
Older brother: Super strength.
Second brother: Lightning powers.
Sister: A damn annoying ability that let her invade people’s minds. If you weren’t mentally strong, you couldn’t resist her.
Youngest brother: Only 4 years old, so his power hadn’t awakened yet.
Months passed, and despite all my training, the only thing I gained was exhaustion and fatigue.
Still, I kept going for another year, and by the time I turned 19, I saw some changes in my body.
I was stronger… but I still had no powers. Every day, I was filled with anger and frustration.
Then, one night, everything changed.
It was 2 AM, and I was walking through my small town, looking for a vending machine after another exhausting training session.
That’s when I heard it.
A woman’s screams—painful, desperate, coming from somewhere nearby.
It didn’t take long to find the source.
In a dark alley, a man with powers was about to violate a woman.
I froze.
What the hell could a nobody like me do against someone with powers and mana?
I clenched my teeth, frustration boiling inside me. My fists tightened so hard that my nails dug into my skin, drawing blood.
I knew I should have walked away.
But I couldn’t.
Before I knew it, I was already behind him.
He was a massive, bald brute, ugly as sin. (Can you be any more unlucky?)
[At this point, all my bald readers must be upset. Kekeke.]
People like him were a pain in the ass.
When someone awakens powers, they don’t just get abilities—they also receive a physical blessing that makes them stronger than normal humans.
I punched him.
He turned around, looking at me like I was some kind of cockroach.
His words stung, but honestly, his ugly face was even more offensive. (Seriously, how did someone like him get powers while I got nothing?!)
I fought him for a few minutes—just long enough for the woman to escape.
But my attacks? Completely useless.
Then, with inhuman speed, he struck me.
I was sent flying into a wall, blood pouring from my mouth.
I couldn’t feel my arms.
But I refused to give up.
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I got up.
Again.
And again.
Even if my life was worthless, even if no one would ever know what happened here, I didn’t care.
I threw dust into his eyes to blind him.
I kicked him in the balls.
He barely flinched. (Damn it!)
Blind and furious, he started swinging wildly at everything around him.
Then, he stopped.
And he laughed.
He mocked me, saying I should’ve just stayed out of his way and continued my miserable, powerless life.
And then…
His aura changed.
A deep, crimson red burst from his body—so powerful, so suffocating that I could barely breathe.
A true hero-tier aura.
(Great. Just my luck to fight a monster like this while I’m already broken.)
My body screamed at me to give up.
I refused.
I charged at him.
One last attack.
My iron rod struck his neck—again and again, each hit aiming for the same weak point.
Dozens.
Hundreds of times.
I almost killed him.
But then, my weapon shattered..
And in that moment, he landed a mana-infused punch straight to my chest.
I flew back.
And yet… I felt nothing.
No pain. No exhaustion.
Confused, I looked down at my hands.
Then I saw it.
A golden aura surrounded me. The brute froze in horror.
“How?!?!” he screamed.
He had the ability to manipulate mana, to detect auras, and to alter energy flows… but now?
His powers were gone.
The moment he hit me, I had absorbed everything.
His mana.
His abilities.
His strength.
Everything.
He tried to crawl away, begging for mercy.
I only grinned.
A cruel, twisted grin.
I didn’t see myself as a hero.
I was something else.
Something worse.
An anti-hero.
So I did what had to be done.
I erased him.
And that was only the beginning.
END OF CHAPTER 1
