Somewhere in a futuristic world...
Three people sat in a square, futuristic, white room. On the right, a young man and a young woman were seated. Opposite them sat an older man.
The young man had short black hair and red eyes. He was muscular yet slim. He wore tight black armor. His expression was angry.
The young woman had long pink hair and blue eyes. She had a large backside and chest. She wore tight white armor. Her expression was stern.
In front of them was the older man. He was bald with a short beard and brown eyes. He was dressed in a white labat and wore a nervous smile.
"Howme Flain didn't inherit strong creative abilities?" said the young man angrily, slamming the table in front of him.
"Mr. Lerolle, please calm down. It also seems like an impossible curse to me. He only has slightly above-average senses and regeneration," the older man replied nervously.
"We need to talk about something," said the young man angrily.
The two of them left the room. The man's nervous smile turned into ald grin. Shoutsuld be heard behind the door. Googlᴇ search N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
After five minutes, the door began to open, and the older man donned his nervous smile again.
"Erase from existence anynnection that he's our child—that he's a Lerollen! You'll be paid. You can do whatever you want with him," said the young man, and both left.
From then on, young Flain's life took a drastic turn for the worse.
Flain was forced to be a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders.
Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend.
The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat.
Flain worked from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flainuldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face.
Before bed, Flain cried. "I will bme the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will bme my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on.
At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation.
In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at anyst, even if it meant training himself to death.
Experiments werenducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant.
Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himselfmmand of ten soldiers and bming a small elitemmander.
But one day, everything changed.
Flain was in the front, his elite soldiers following behind him.
"Let's do this," Flain said with a grin.
Flain and his men charged at the enemy. Gunfire erupted from the opposite side. Flain dodged and blocked some of the bullets with his four mechanical katanas.
Flain reached the enemy. He slashed, dodged, and never gave anyone a moment to rest. That was how Flain became famous in the army—through his extremely aggressive fighting style.
Flain's katanas clashed against an enemy soldier's sword. He kept slashing, giving the soldier no chance to attack or rest. However, the soldier managed to evade and slash Flain's leg.
Flain didn't hesitate and struck the soldier four times in the stomach. The soldier staggered back,ughing up blood.
"RUN! IT'S A LEVIATHAN!!!" A desperate scream echoed from the frontlines.
Flain and the soldier both stopped fighting and looked ahead.
The heavens were open, and a massive golden beam descended. Inside the beam was a towering armored black figure on a flaming horse.
Leviathans were one of the many mysteries of this world. They were enigmatic humanoid beings that always descended from the heavens on horse-like creatures. Whenever they appeared, they slaughtered everything within a ten-kilometer radius. They were extremely rare, and though many had tried to defeat them, no one had ever succeeded.
Flain's eyes widened in horror. Heuldn't die! It wasn't his time yet! He still had a great, unfinished goal!
'Let the word of Godndemn you all,' a whispering voice echoed throughout the entire area.
The Leviathan descended to the ground, and it was already too late. Golden swords appeared around every being within ten kilometers, pointing at them.
Flain looked up. Heuldn't even process what was happening before it was over.
Flain's body lay on the ground in a pool of blood, impaled by golden swords all over his body, which slowly began to fade away.
Flain found himself in pure black darkness. The void stretched into infinity, and he just stood there.
His eyes were wide with madness—heuldn't die yet! From the darkness, dozens of black hands emerged, reaching out and pulling Flain down into the abyss.
Flain resisted. He slashed at the hands, dodged, but it was futile. The hands grabbed him and dragged him deeper into the darkness. Flain wanted to stop them—he had a goal. He hated those hands. He hated the darkness. He hated the Leviathan.
Surprisingly, Flain's body suddenly stopped. Then his mouth opened, and all the surrounding darkness began pouring into him.
Flain's body swelled, growing untrollably larger. His body absorbed the darkness until, finally, it burst.
Flain opened his eyes. Above him, he saw the sky framed by the tops ofniferous trees. On either side of him was dirt.
His mind was hazy. What the hell had just happened?! Where was he?!
"Yes! I did it!!!" A young voice called from above.
Then Flain noticed he was lying down. He also realized he was inside some kind of dirt pit.
Flain sat up, his movements slow and clumsy. Then he looked down at his body.