Prologue

The weak are trampled upon and disappear from this world.

That's undeniable fact.

That's how life works.

Without power, you are nothing!

Protect everyone? Without power, you just send everyone quickly to their graves!

Become the best? Without power, it's just a fleeting naïve idea!

Want to destroy everything that wronged you? Without power, It's just a suicide.

Only those with power can control everything.

That is what the dying boy's thinking, laying bloody and beaten on the ground.

It's just a matter of time til the merciful god take his life away.

Yet, the boy still clinging to his life. Refusing to succumb to his fate.

Fists clenched so hard his nails dig into the flesh, dripping bloods. Teeth gritted, a taste of iron fill his mouth. Pale blue eyes glaring so fiercely on the dirty and polluted sky, showing a trace of madness.

The boy swear no matter what he must gain power to destroy everything that wronged him.

Even it's mean to become something he truly hates.

...and so, his story begin.