Flashpoint 1

The Evil Demon of the forest.

Many years ago, I came to work in this forest.

I am Surya Jayvardhan. I work as a forest guard. I am a weird person. As quoted by many.

I am a broken person. I am the guardian of this forest.

It's my job to protect it.

So what's wrong when I kill a few people.

Just a little above 400 to be precise.

Why does the world berate me?

Why do those stupid human who are comfortably living inside their homes say stuff like that?

How is it a sin?

How can they call us cruel?

Do they not know what poachers are?

Why do they have rights to live yet the animals that died by their hands don't?

Stupid people saying there were many ways that we could have handled it?

Have they ever experienced the death of a comrade that was alive just in the morning but you find his mutilated corpse in the night; thrown here and there to lure the carnivorous animals.

Have they seen the dead body of a comrade that was thrashed by a rock, just because using a normal gun alerts the animals and they flee the area?

Have they spent the whole night staying awake while thinking of ways to break to news of their deaths to their families?

Have they attended the funerals of those comrades? Can they bear the gazes that the family members gave us. Gazes that seemed to ask what were we doing when it happened? Why couldn't we save them? Gazes filled with anger and rage. Why aren't we giving them their bodies for the cremation and all?

Have they seen the countless mangled bodies of animals lying in a pool of blood robbed of their fur and teeth after the poachers are done with them.

Just how many animals do the poachers hunt at a time.

Well, for those morons who don't know and still protect them, it's hundreds in the least, surpassing thousand in many times.

There isn't just one poaching group and the forest isn't an open place that any outsider can enter on a whim anytime they wanted to.

A poacher isn't alone. No one dares to enter the forest alone.

So in a final statement, poachers are a group of people that hunts at the minimum 100 while the maximum surpasses 1000 at times, and those numbers represent the prey not the predator.

There are different poaching groups and they also hunt.

More than 150000 animals are hunted every year.

And then they say that the nation is in danger when just a single serial killer who hadn't even reached two digits appear.

Humans are stupid.

I have experienced their stupidity my whole life. They are greedy as well.

Their reactions on the death of their own to the death of others is just hilarious to watch and then they talk about humanity, kindness and other stupid things with their own mouths.

Hah!

I don't consider myself a good person. I kill people. I have killed people.

So many that I feel that many emotions nowadays.

Why?

I love this forest. I love every inch of it. I love the animals that dwell in it. I love the trees that it has. I love it a lot.

I love it to the point that I will not let any other trash defile it's beauty.

For this forest reminds me of her.

I am Surya Jayvardhan. I have killed many people. They were poachers, officials and even politicians.

I hanged them on the trees as a warning.

I chopped them and fed it to my dear forest dwelling animals as a revenge for my comrade.

I tortured them till they begged to kill them instead.

(In a small cabin in the woods.)

I am a broken person.

(A person was brewing something with his back to the wall.)

I am the guardian of this forest.

(He added herbs after herbs as his face showed a crazed look.)

I will protect this forest.

(Enough time passed and he stopped his hands. He immediately took the concoction and filled into into a small vessel.)

Even if I have to destroy the whole world.

(In a small Hut in the forest, a man endearingly looked at his creation that he created.)

"With this, Now I don't care about the world."

( For that was the first D-S")

"Now I can fulfill my promise to you dear. The forest will be peaceful till the end."

( The man whose age was difficult to guess mumbled to himself. His eyes were filled with love as he looked at the picture of someone.)

(He was a broken person who, in his love, wanted to end the world.)

...

I am Surya Jayvardhan. I was a devoted and mad forest guard in my last life. I was a fool that once destroyed my world with my comrades in the end.

At the end of my life, I was forcefully given a second chance and transmigrated into a small child, in a world where forests were on the verge of disappearing and the counterparts of animals were nearly extinct as well.

Thankfully my memories are complete and I no longer have any childish temper like before. I am an experienced adult who had experienced his mid life crisis, nothing can break me.

Trust me, my temper tantrums were so worse that I once didn't talk to a person for 3 years straight in my younger years.

It has been a few months since I came here and I have realised one thing, my mind seems childish due to me body.

It wasn't apparent in the beginning but if you take another look at my actions it was. Weird I didn't find my actions odd at that time.

Isn't that a sign of ignorance/ childishness/dementia (?).

It doesn't matter. I can still use my rational self for most of the times.

And I have an inkling that my body and mind are somehow connected to each other. So if my inkling is right, then I will be my calm but irritated self by the time I grew into a teen.

And that's what I thought for 3 and a half years.

I saw someone selling fake medicines to the elderly people, not just one but a whole bunch at that.

It was a small event, a really small one that I would have probably ignored if it was the past me or at least I would have not left so many clues.

I literally don't care for human life that are relevant to me that much. Or It should have been. The past me didn't. The present me should not as well, right?

I should have no qualms but what did I do.

I went and burnt the whole factory that produced those medicines!

This childish body and the world is not going to let me live in peace.

So I thought and I don't know.

Either this body of mine has the emotions that the teen in my past self had or I have the added emotions of the child whose body I am in.

In both cases, it's your fault you know.

I am not shifting the blame or anything. I truly think that if not for you, I would not have done that.

You can even run a simulation, like just think that you were never born, then the factory would have not existed, neither would I have burned it.

Yeah, it's all your fault.

Due to you, I showed my temper and burnt the building, neither would it have riled me up, making me vulnerable to more anger and stupid judgement.

I would have likely escaped the moment those goons got to me.

I would have just lived a life of hiding.

I wouldn't have used the poisons. My poisons that I hate.

"Why did I even create them in the first place?"

It's your fault. It's all your fault that I now have no choice but to use my poisons.

Your fault that the world that I was escaping from got into my eyes.

All those years, I ignored everything, kept my eyes closed to the headlines, kept myself deaf to the murmurings of the others.

I was living my life peacefully without any interference to this world.

Even though I hated it, I was ignoring the condition of the spirit beasts of this world.

I now have no choice but to interfere. My will had crumbled to dust the moment I saw those beasts.

Now no thoughts of resistance arise in my mind. I...

I...

I want to kill... but I don't want to use my poisons.

I promised myself that I will never use it for mass destruction. Now I don't know if I could keep it.

It's all because of you. If you had just lived a normal life, if you had just hidden it perfectly.

If you were just never been born...

I cannot turn back time but I can cease your life. So just know that it's not my fault that this all happened.

It's your fault that I became like this.

So experience this eternal pain as I will be your salvation, your end.

Goodbye, my dear benefactor, Guang Biao.

Fan Lin delivered his final sentence as the surroundings were roused with the cries of the people, all writhing in an unbearable pain.

Fan Lin took one last look at the people and bowed to them.

"I am sorry that your children are going to have a parent less from now on. But don't resent me. Resent the choices that you made, regret the life that you lived, that's all you can do now."

Fan Lin ripped Guang Biao's head as the rest of his body decayed to the naked eye and left the place leaving it on fire.

Fan Lin wasn't a reasonable person when he was angry to begin with, for once upon a time, he massacred a whole town just because they intruded into the forest.

Also the reason why his friends called,' It all started with a massacre.'

And now, he was ready to do what he hated.

Compromise.

....

The end of the First volume.

Yay😼😭⚰️😇.

Thanks for reading till now.

By the way, How do you like the Fan Lin? It was the Fan Lin that I once envisioned but couldn't complete due to my low writing skills.

The Fan Lin that I envisioned was an actual monster like being who before his sudden change, was ready to kill everyone. He is Gloomy Forest, the creator of the first D-S".

[This part, only my ongoing readers will understand.]

[Or they probably won't.]

Now that I could write him, you can read more of him in the original version, in this one, I am just taking parts of him as I needed to show his growth unlike the original version.

Also the original version, the post version, this one and the other 4 are all cannon. I don't know why I wrote so many of this one.

And the update schedule is changed. I will release 3 chapters a week.

That way, I can write the other nine as well.

Why the heck am I writing so many at the same time.

Your Author's stupid.

And if you don't like the story, just know that the story is good, just the author was bad and couldn't deliver the best of this story.

Once again, Thanks for reading.

And if you are interested on what D-S", friends and all mean, you can just wait till it will be explained in other books of mine.

Sorry.