Unstoppable

Unstoppable, that was the only way to describe him. Truly, unstoppable.

Gorum, The Unstoppable was as his name suggested, and more. The winner of a billion battles, taker of over a billion lives, slayer of demigods and Brave of the Ugdual continent. A man larger than life with deeds worthy of worship. But there will be no songs sung, no classes taught. For the world was dark and unforgiving to those they couldn't understand, the dark and brooding Gorum was no match for peoples' tastes. They did not want a dark hero, they wanted a celebrity to protect them, but Gorum did not care. His fellow Braves would be popular enough to compensate.

Even if the people didn't sing his praises, he would protect them, no matter how many rumors sprung up behind his back, he would protect them. Even when he was close to death, his will did not falter. During the great serpent hunt, when The Devourer Cobra, Akiba had poisoned him and swallowed him whole, he did not falter. When a terrorist group revived the Ancient Beast of Festering Flame and Gorum had to plunge himself into its searing body to destroy its heart, he did not falter. After The God of The Stars, Galaxy Dragon Malbia threatened to destroy the world, and Gorum leapt off the highest mountain to propel himself into the vacuum of space to battle, he did not falter. The day that The Holy Light Conglomeration waged war on Ugdual, Gorum didn't hesitate, sinking the continent before the war would even begin. Even then, when he took a billion lives in one swoop, damning even the innocents, he did not falter. He served his entire life for his home, for his thankless people. But now...he was shaken.

Gorum sat still as a statue at his desk within the study of his dusty manor that was devoid of all life but his own, staring down at a red letter with a black wax seal on it. The crest that the waxed formed was a spider with vulture wings, and a skull pattern on the spider's rump. It was the insignia of the world's largest anti-government organization, Omen's Order. 'But why, of all people would they send such a letter to me?' he thought, a puzzled look on his face. Although, if one of the maids actually came into work and saw him, they wouldn't be able to tell since he was wearing a full-face helm. It had to have been years since he last removed his blood-stained armor... 'No.' he thought, 'I mustn't distract myself.'

Wasting little more time, Gorum opened the envelope, beginning to read the red note.

"Dear Gorum, we hope this letter found you well.

We of the Omen's Order wish to invite you to our organization, on account of your glorious achievements. So many of which were unappreciated by the world you've protected for so long. Don't you think it's time you finally got the recognition you deserve? We at Omen's Order understand your frustration at this thankless world and wish to help you achieve your rightful title at the precipice. Become the fourth Omen, support us and show the world your worth by force. If this idea is of interest to you, travel to the top of Leeroy's Mountain in the Demon King's continent. Once there, lift up the arm of the statue present there, and we shall send an emissary to guide you.

Greatest Wishes, Omen's Order."

Gorum couldn't process it. It was too strange, the organization he had been tasked with destroying was not only inviting him to join them, but they were praising him. No one had ever praised Gorum or his deeds, never. Not the little people he has saved, not the soldiers he's fought alongside. Not even his comrade Braves. Despite how many times he has unconditionally helped and saved them, whether it was the midst of battle or in a private matter, they never would thank him. Even the King, who he so diligently served since he was a boy hadn't praised him, no matter what deed he did or how much respect he showed, the King never praised Gorum. He only ever gave him a new order.

But...Gorum was now conflicted. Having felt his first ever gesture of kindness, there was a part of him that wanted to proudly puff out his chest, and another part that was telling him it wasn't true. And even more conflicting, he was being invited by an organization to turn against the people he had served his whole life. Gorum never gave it much thought past 'I have no need to be popular; I just need to fight.' And now, he was forced to think about it, just a little, and it made his heart ache. The people he loved and protected didn't care for him at all. Even hated him.

What was he to think? What was he to do? Would he betray his people, and undo all the years of service he had worked for? Or would he dutifully continue on being the same un-thanked tool for his country? Could he even trust such a clearly evil organization like Omen's Order? What if their motives actually lined up with his? For Gorum, it was a nearly impossible dilemma.

'Omen's Order...they've been obsessed with gathering the four omens and bringing about the destruction of the modern society to create a new one. I've killed countless of their omen candidates, so now they wish to make me an omen?' he thought.

Perhaps they knew they couldn't beat him and planned to try and tame him this way instead? After all, Gorum was beyond strength, he was the first human to ever reach the level cap of 100,000. However, his level may be unrelated. Since his personal information was beyond hidden, only rumors could even glint at an accurate measuring of his strength. Besides, Gorum himself didn't even know he hit the level cap. He hadn't checked his level or even his stats or skills for about a decade, he just didn't feel the need to.

"Enough thinking." he said to himself.

"Might as well hear them out. If I don't like it, I'll just kill them I suppose." Gorum said as he rose from his seat and soundlessly strode to the door, grabbing his trusty spear on his way out of his dusty, empty manor.