Brotherly Reunion

It was a normal afternoon in Jiangbei, China. Michael had taken his mother Li Xiaoyi and showed her all of his garnered power and wealth after secretly accumulating it for 24 years. From the men he had hired to the houses he had bought. His goal of giving his mother a good life had been accomplished. As they were gazing at the sunset from one of his high rise buildings, he looked at her.

"I've been working hard Mom so that you can enjoy a peaceful life. You will never have to struggle anymore. I have a foothold in all the major countries and even presidents respect me."

She was shocked. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at the rows of buildings in front of her with men in black suits walking in and out of them. Black luxury cars littered the streets.

"Wh-what do you mean p-presidents respect you honey?"

"Just look."

Michael took a stance and started gathering chi in his fist. A black diamond shaped tatoo appeared on his fist and as he continued gathering chi, black lines started sprouting from it. The lines hadn't extended far when he pulled his fist back and at an immeasurable speed, he launched it forward, punching the air.

"MARTIAL GOD FIST!!!"

A thundering boom was heard as a shockwave that extended several kilometres was seen. It appeared as ripples in the sky. Michael looked at his mother. She fell down in surprise as she couldn't believe what she just saw.

"This power...mother, is what allows me to rule this world. Anyone significant knows my name and they obey my orders."

Her mouth was agape. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The son she thought was normal all these years was just playing pig to eat the tiger. She couldn't even form words in her mouth. At that moment, Michael hugged her. She gasped.

"Wh-what are you..."

Michael held her tighter before she could finish her words.

"Regardless of everything mother, I am still your son and will always be your son. Nothing will change that fact. I will naturally explain how I came to be this powerful but not now. You're not ready for my story but please, don't be afraid of me. The son you've been raising all this time is the same son you're seeing in front of you now. Even though dad died, you remained strong. Please remain strong again. Don't be frightened of me."

She could feel Michael's heart beating fast. She hugged him back. She now had no doubts that this was her son. Before Michael could finally indulge in this feeling of happiness, he felt a familiar chi signature. It was not one but four of them. He could never forget these signatures, no matter how hard he tries. They were approaching at immense speeds.

"Damn BASTARDS!!!"

Michael's iris turned red and his pupils changed shape into a four pointed star. Xiaoyi was visibly confused and scared as she felt the murderous intent Michael was leaking out. He could barely contain it though. Michael quickly summoned a spectral beast clone and put Xiaoyi on it.

"I'm sorry mom but there's no time to explain. Right now you must get back to the..."

"FALLING DRAGON FIST!!!"

*BANG*

A huge crater had formed. The building they were on was in complete ruin as well as the surrounding buildings. Scattered human body parts from the workers outside the buildings could sparsely be seen everywhere. The people that were in the building were crushed by the force of the collapsed debris. One person had their entire half of their body pierced with shattered pieces of glass. Michael had jumped five blocks away within that fraction of a second with his mother in his arms. The spectral beast clone was destroyed in that attack. He conjured a slime type and enveloped his mother with it. He knew there was no running away. Best he can do is protect her. Out of the smoke emerged a muscular man. He had black-grey skin and orange hair. He was shirtless and was wearing brown pants and boots. He snickered and looked at Michael. His shark-like teeth showing a mischievous grin as his pupil-less eyes stared at Michael. He roared.

"We finally found you BIG BROTHER!"

Xiaoyi was terrified at that very moment. Her knees just gave in as she sank to the ground. Michael was angry at the sight of seeing his mother being terrified.

"She was not ready to receive knowledge about the existences of gods!"

He turned to face the monstrosity of a man in front of him. His normally maroon hair  turned into a dark blue colour, rising up in the process. It signified the ultimate level of the aura-flowing state skill. Faint streaks of blue chi surrounded his body. His chi was now operating at maximum efficiency, effectively improving his combat ability by 60 times.

"Dimarkin, why are you he..."

An unknown voice cuts in.

"Oi big brother!!! Did you forget the rest of us?"

Three men were hovering above a few kilometres from the ground. The one who was speaking was wearing a white robe with a red sash. He had long blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin was a smooth clear white. Normal people could see only but a speck while Michael could see and hear them very clearly. His chi exploded. Everything in a 5 metre radius was cleared. His chi now looked like a cloak.

"I have no time to entertain you brats. I'll give you two choices right now. Kill yourselves or...GET KILLED BY ME."

As he said the last part, he released massive amounts of killing intent which was way above what normal people could handle without dying.

"But big brother. I'm pretty sure you're weaker than us now. I'm not so sure you even have the right to order us around anymore. You're no longer a GOD."

Xiaoyi took a step back. Her eyes grew wide.

"God? YOU'RE A GOD?!?!"

"..."

Michael was frustrated. She knew the truth now. In his past life, he was Volkarin, the God of Destruction. He was the youngest God to reach the 12th Gate and was on the verge of breaking through to the 13th Gate. He owned vast cultivation resources and numerous stars to cultivate in. He didn't rely on believers like the other gods to gather strength. He relied on his own strength and made it to the 12th Gate in 150 million years. He had explored countless universes and witnessed the birth of great civilisations. The knowledge he had acquired rivaled the angels themselves, the beings who were in the 13th Gate. He could instantly destroy hundreds of planets with a flick of his hand and he had once done that. He obliterated almost half of an entire universe because the balance of good and evil was unstable. Thus he was given the name of the God of Destruction. He was very much unlike his brothers. There were 9 of them in total including Volkarin in the family. They were stuck in the 10th gate realm and so Volkarin naturally looked down on them. He payed them no mind at all. The blonde man continued.

"Oh my big brother. Is that lowly mortal your...mother? Pft AHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Another of the brothers stepped up. He had short black hair with bangs covering one eye. They were slick and smooth. He had a scarf covering half his face and was carrying a great sword on his back and a normal sword on his side. His skin was brown and his eyes were a lime green and he was wearing all black, long sleeve shirt and black jean-like pants. He looked up at his brother.

"I think that's enough now Mezurin. I don't want to stay here any longer than I need to. The smell of mortals is repulsive, especially those three hiding behind that building. The stench from their malice and greed infuriates me."

As he was saying that, he took off the great sword off his back and propelled it to where a few journalists were trying to document the scene before them.

*SPLAT*

The bloodied sword went flying back to his extended hand.

"Kisarin is right. Let's just end this now."

The third one who had spoken was Lazarin. He had white long hair and his skin colour was a golden yellow with a shade of green. He had a black cloak on with skull symbols all over it. His eyes were like a snake's. Mezurin looked over at them in surprise.

"Don't you want to play with big brother a bit more. It's been a while since we last saw him and I just want all of us to catch up. I mean even you wa..."

Lazarin swooped down at blinding speed, completely ignoring what Mezurin had to say. He began thinking to himself.

"I'm more interested on how strong Volkarin...or whatever they call him these days, is. He was emitting the aura fluctuations of an 8th Gate but I know better."

Meanwhile

Michael was busy placing barriers on more barriers on his mother just to shield her as much as he can. He saw the talking and he was just making full use of the opportunity.

"I promise I'll protect you no matter what mom."

"Wh-what is g-goi..."

"I'll explain everything later to you. For now...sleep mom."

He knocked her out and summoned a spectral beast to carry her away as far as possible. He looked up at the sky. He saw Lazarin's eyes and he knew they were itching for a fight. As if right on point, Lazarin shot forward, a short sword in arm. Michael dodged and as Lazarin landed on the ground, he appeared above him and landed a spin kick to the back of his neck. Lazarin plummeted to the ground and before Michael could capitalise, Dimarkin shot forward and landed a punch. Michael just barely blocked it. He sensed Lazarin was about to stab him in the back so he jumped up and kicked off Dimarkin, using him as a springboard. As he landed on all fours behind Lazarin, he charged up chi in his fist. He didn't wait long enough for the black lines to sprout from the crest this time. Lazarin was only 2 metres in front of him. He sprung forward.

"MARTIAL GOD FIST!!!!"

He narrowly missed Lazarin's back as he dodged but Dimarkin wasn't fast enough to dodge. The hit landed square on his chest, caving it in

*BOOM*

Dimarkin was sent flying and his chest was caved in. Michael then retreated a few steps backs and as he was about to land, Mezurin made his move as he descended at astonishing speeds. He manifested his spear and a golden light shown. Michael dodged it. He was enraged.

"Tch. STOP MOVING AROUND BIG BROTHER! LET ME SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU!"

Mezurin went wild with his spear. He kept jabbing and slicing but Michael kept dodging and parrying. Meanwhile, Kisarin was looking down on them with his hands folded.

"He's barehanded and outnumbered 3 to 1 yet they can't even touch himVolkarin was right. They truly are waste."

He began charging up his power. His chi which was usually transparent turned into a pure white and white lines began forming on his skin. His hair stood up and it was a pale grey. His pupils also turned grey. All four of them who were down below stopped fighting and looked up at Kisarin, all in equal surprisement. He power was now equal to an 11th Gate deity.