The One (Edited)

At first, his father became crazy, thinking he was maybe gay deep down, and started making scenarios of his mother having a heart attack or cursing him as the devil's worshiper (...it was 1914... what did you expect?).

Thankfully for his sanity, he quickly discovered her real gender after she was wounded, and he didn't want to kill her. He took care of her, and slowly they became inseparable. He loved her Greek mode, like he liked to call her when she was angry, and she loved how sweet and caring he was despite his profession.

Their child was born close to the end of the war. They chose to name him after their respective late fathers, and since they didn't get to marry, they combined their last names, 'Mahir Ikram' and 'Olivia Cepharius'.

And thus was born "Octavius Lotfi Ikarius," or better known in the military and underworld of today as OLI.

He was stranded at the age of 7 months in the Bermuda Triangle, entering by luck in the Savage Lands; a place hidden from the world by the divine of the old eras where they put the most deadly and vicious apex predators from all history in the most brutal environment possible to test and see how they can evolve, just for entertainment.

Sadly, the place was lost a long time ago, and the animals continued to evolve into more powerful and ferocious versions of themselves, some even becoming more powerful than any mythical beast. The environment there helped him awaken his boons and survive the place.

When he turned 19, he was already able to go toe to toe with the most powerful of the beasts there, and he became the king, respected and feared by beasts hundreds of times bigger than himself.

At the age of 20, he discovered a rift in a deep cavern near his favorite lava pit. Entering it, he found himself in the ocean, on the beach. He found out the rift had closed, so he decided to go towards the beach.

Despite the fact he grew up in the Savage Lands, he wasn't dumb or anything, on the contrary. When he was but a still small 3-year-old, he found a safe place where the beasts were unable to enter, even the most powerful ones that could match and even surpass 'Typhon,' the king of monsters. Turns out it was the place where the gods of wisdom of all pantheons decided to store all knowledge, updating every year automatically, and the place could only be accessed by sentient intelligent beings.

The catch was that all that could only be accessed through direct brain transfer, ALL of it AT ONCE. So mortals and even most gods couldn't handle it. However, with the combination of his mental strength and empty child brain, OLI was able to handle it despite being caught off guard. He fell unconscious for 10 days until he woke up with an agonizing headache and all those informations at the back of his mind, ready to be used when needed.

So when a hot milf came to try and flirt with him, and seeing the predatory looks every single woman was throwing him, he did something not even our god of sex could do; with a simple smirk showing sharper than usual canines, a subtle, inconspicuous flex of all muscles in his body (including his mighty 11-inch third leg), and releasing a microscopic amount of his aura to show dominance, every woman that saw him (even the lesbians XD) had an orgasm right then and there.

After all, he had the combined knowledge of seduction and romance from multiple gods of love and sex, and a body comparable in looks or even better than some of theirs.

After showing he was the Chad, Alpha male, he calmly walked out of the beach and into the city. He knew war was on the horizon thanks to having his knowledge updating every day. He'd give it a maximum of 2 to 3 years.

During that time, he forged himself some documents and got into military school. He wanted to fight like his parents had. At the start of the war, he was already a military general in the US military, the youngest in history. He was also the only general that led squads himself on the frontlines. The most impressive thing was that he only used cold weapons and CQC. Although he was an expert at using them, he never felt right using firearms of any kind.

He was unstoppable, a true killing machine that not even mines could slow down. The war eventually ended, and he continued to serve for many tours and worked for and commanded many secret services. He eventually grew bored and decided to retire in 2016 at the impressive age of 100.

Despite his age, he still looked like a 40-year-old badass sculpted like a Greek god, just with white hair and a beard. He became a mercenary until he was hit by an atomic bomb on July 2031 during a mission he was given by the kingpin of the underworld in person.

Turns out it was a trap set up by all major countries and all leaders of the international underworld. However, the bomb didn't kill him. It did, however, burn all his skin off and rip off his two arms, and he was in constant agony as in this scenario, his healing factor, amplified through years of mortal combat, was now his undoing as it got corrupted by the radioactive isotopes.

Every cell in his body was rotting then regenerating, then rotting again. This infinite cycle would make a bath in boiling acid feel like a nice warm shower.

However, despite his condition, he only grumpily got up, groaning a little at first. Then he just cracked his neck, picked a broken, sharp piece of metal with his mangled teeth and set his sights on the east... towards New York.

In exactly 57 days, he had eliminated everyone who was even remotely involved in his accident, 1247 men and women, which includes all major countries and international underworld top commands and a few middle men, until finally succumbing to the accumulated hunger, thirst, pain, and blood loss but not before killing the last man on his list... with the same piece of now rotten metal he picked that day...

"He's THE ONE."

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TO BE CONTINUED...