Noble Warrior

A fine rain fell on the ground, the smell of damp earth impregnated all the air giving the environment a certain calm. Inside a tent of about 15 square meters a middle-aged man sat on an old wooden chair.

The middle-aged man had long gray hair while his face was full of wrinkles and age marks, on his face he did not have an expression, it was not possible to know if he was happy, sad or any other emotion.

In front of him a large wooden table served as support for various papers and firearms, the man held an old pen in his left hand and his right arm ... well he had been pulled out only a few minutes.

Fresh blood flowed from the place where the arm should be while the man's other hand moved with extreme rapidity, even bleeding rivers of blood he did not stop, even with the agonizing pain of having his arm ripped he did not stop.

Moments later he stopped writing, laid the pen on the table, and relaxed all the muscles of his body as he snuggled into his chair. The chair made a sharp noise and the sound of splashing water sounded soon after.

As time passed the sound grew sharper, the man adjusted his posture and picked up a pistol resting on the table, pulling the trigger slightly as he aimed the gun at his head and closed his eyes.

Well ... This man was actually a war veteran, and that was not his choice, in fact he felt that fate itself conspired against him to make his life suck.

It all started with an explosion ...

85 years ago scientists noticed that one area of the ocean in particular had a very large geothermal energy, it was like a pot on a stove, the water bubbled intensely and if someone approached it would be reduced to a stew.

Five years later, a huge explosion happened from that point on, scientists naturally predicted this. they had already adopted the idea that there was an extremely powerful volcano in the depths of the ocean and therefore thought it would be a mere explosion of steam or magma.

However not everything happened as they predicted, the explosion came, however instead of steam what occurred was a burst of multicolored energy. 7 rays of energy from the colors of the rainbow Iris emerged from that point, they began to intertwine like lines that formed a rope and connected the sky and the earth.

This strange phenomenon blessed several people, but at the same time it destroyed the lives of many others. The man gained a skill that he himself named "Super Intelligence", I will not explain the concept because the name is self-explanatory.

Even so, he was not happy about it, after all at the same time that he gained this amazing ability his parents became monsters. He could still remember the bloody look his mother had given him before his skin was consumed by a mass of black color.

He ran-away. He fled as far as he could, his parents were corrupted by the mysterious phenomenon and he had nowhere else to live. Without option, he used his ability to make money, he was well in the beginning, however, his ability was a little "useful" to various powers that were forming at that time.

Hence he suffered numerous assassination and abduction attempts. When the government found him, he finally thought he was safe, but these fat, despicable old men abused his ability to suppress people and minor powers in the world, they made him use his skill to craft strategies and weapons that took incalculable numbers of lives.

Just the serious expression they force on their faces to keep up appearances is already extremely disgusting; in addition, the worst thing was that they totally disregarded human life, they preferred that a child starve to death by having at least a penny of their money taken out of your account.

This attitude always angered the man, yet what could he do? He needed to eat! He had to survive! What choice did he have but to obey his superiors?

A while later he finally reached his limit. When he saw the pile of innocent people's bodies, an uncontrollable rage arose within him. This was no longer about his survival, if he continued to work for these guys he would even be ashamed to consider himself a human.

......

At this very moment he was being pursued. After all, a man who attracted the rulers of the country and killed them with a bomb could be considered a traitor, right?

The curtain that covered the entrance of the tent was opened abruptly, at which point a cold breeze blew and two men entered. The man turned to them, smiled and shot.