Random hero

'I felt like throwing up but I couldn't feel my legs; no, the lower part of my body was violently detached from the upper part, and my inside spread on the bed...' [Pause] Hey there! If you want to read a chaotic and bloody story, then you are at the right place. Well, you see, I am just a twenty-three years old guy who ate a weird fruit, given to me by an ancient lady. And poof! I am now Immortal. An overpowered protagonist. Weird right? I live in a cyberpunk world after all. (That's the short version of the story. I left out the appearance of aliens from a different universe and the existence of caped heroes.) I am still thinking about my hero name, but you can call me ‘Razmondius’. Hahaha! I am joking, my name is Brad without the Pitt. And I am more of a vigilante. A rip-off of and cliched character you say? No, no, I am cooler. But it depends on the author’s mood most of the time. I like beating up bad guys, and this story is full of gore and blood, and not recommended to everyone, but the lazy author wants to use my story as a way to improve his writing skills. The b*astard! Well, as long as he doesn't make things boring then I will try to go along and deal with everything he throws at me. I hope he just spares the weekdays though and gives me some vacations arc time to time. Okay, let's continue in the first chapter. Yup, the author wants massacre already. Give me a break! (Ps: The cover art that the author chose is not his and if you want him to change it, then don’t hesitate to contact him. And I don't look like that in the first place. I hope he changes it soon.)