4 Chapter 3: My World

I felt their eyes stare at me. All the juniors, seniors, even teachers, all of them look at me with different emotions: resentment, awe, envy.

But all of them had one feeling in common: Fear.

With every step I took closer, they took another three steps back. For every breath I took, they took another ten. For every second I existed around them, it was another second they would have pray that I wouldn't hurt them.

This was normal for me, this fear that lingers around the atmosphere everywhere I go.

How can I blame them? I am the most powerful person that these pathetic peons would ever lay eyes on.

And it's not like I don't use this fear.

"Double-shot espresso, with two chocolate chip cookies, get it for me in my class in two minutes." I suddenly said to a random student, "For every second you are late, I'll knock out one teeth."

The student wasn't prepared for my sudden command, and hesitated.

I waggled my fingers at him, "Tick Tock, Tick Tock. You're already wasted five seconds."

The student immediately dropped everything he was holding and rushed towards the school canteen, desperate not get beaten up by me.

This was everyday life for me, ever since I earned the title of Leader Of Sector a couple years ago, and even before that, when I was training with my master.

I casually barged into class, despite being late for nearly twenty minutes.

"Daniel!" My homeroom teacher chided when she saw me, "Why are you late agai—"

"Is there a problem with me being late?" I growled at her.

She sucked in a breath of air when she remembered her place. "N-No..."

"Good." I walked over to a red velvet sofa and coffee table in the middle of the classroom, my name 'Daniel Rainer's Spot' printed in bold letters on the armrest of the sofa. I placed down my bag onto the coffee table, "End thirty minutes earlier, I have things to do at home." I looked up threateningly, "Unless that would be the problem you have?"

"No... there's no problem! No problem at all!" She stammered, rubbing her palms nervously at the same time.

The students all shifted their anxious gazes at me as I lounged comfortably on my sofa. The students behind me needing to stand up in order to even see the white board at the front.

I looked at the clock on the wall. "He has ten seconds left, guess I better start counting the number of teeth I'm knocking out." I sighed to myself. "So annoying..."

Why does life have to be so difficult?

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"Zzzz...Zzzz..." I snored.

"...remember to always to grab the shoulder before you push your opponent down, you wouldn't want him to—"

RINNNNNNNN!!

The alarm beside me rang.

"H-Huh?" I woke up groggily. Trying to remember where I was, and why I was there.

Oh right, I'm at school and the alarm rings whenever I can leave.

I nonchalantly tapped the 'off' button and pack up my bags.

The substitute self-defense teacher standing in front and my classmates stared dumbfounded as I didn't even bother to acknowledge their worthless existence and left the class without a care in the world.

I walked out into the empty hallways, making my way towards the exit.

The hall manager didn't even try to make eye contact with me as I passed him.

He was smart. Peasants should know their place.

I opened the exit doors and what greeted me was an absolutely stunning work of art.

Before me was a bomb-proof twelve-seater automobile stretched out across the road. With six carbon-strengthened wheels needed to support the weight of the car itself, and bulletproof one-way windows.

The window on the driver's seat slowly winded down. A voice came from the inside, "Did you kill anyone today?"

"No master." I said as I walked down the stairs towards the indestructible automobile.

"Break any bones?" His voice was smooth yet deep at the same time, it had an annoyed tone to it.

"Do teeth count? Because I broke one or two. Or was it ten or twenty? Meh, I can't remember."

"Hah..." I opened the door on the passenger's side. And I was greeted with the sight of a man facepalming.

The man lowered his hand down, revealing a pair of crystal blue eyes. His purplish-black, wavy hair gently blew as the wind from the outside found its way in through the open door. He adjust his tie with the formal tuxedo that he wore, as he sighed at me. "I told you not to hurt anyone without reason didn't I?"

"It wasn't without reason!" I threw my bag inside the car and took a seat on the soft, pure leather seat in the car, "He was late with my coffee, you know how I am when I don't get my coffee!"

The man sighed again, as he place both hands on the wheel, "Whatever. Just try to go easy on your victims next time. Buckle up, we're heading home.

This man was John Serilius Rainer, the previous Leader Of State before me, my trainer, mentor and master, whom's surname I took for my own when I entered his household. And he is...

The most powerful man I know.

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"Go have a shower first, I'll see you in the Simulation Room in thirty minutes. Don't forget your warm-ups." John reminded me as we entered our five story mansion.

"Of course master." I replied sarcastically, "When have I ever forgotten?"

"Very good. See you in a while." A with that, John left to do whatever he has to do.

I sighed. The routine was getting boring.

I placed my bag down on the table and proceeded to the bathroom on the second floor.

...

pshpshphsphspsh...

The sound of splattering drops of water filled the room. It doesn't take me long to shower, but for some reason, the hot water splashing on my back felt nicer today for some reason. It was almost as if my view on the world has became pleasant for some reason.

But it had to end, as much as I didn't want it to.

I switched off the shower head disappointedly and went to change into my training outfit.

As I did, I looked into the mirror, staring at my own face and body.

I had gorgeous black hair, stuck together in long strands from the bath I took. My blue eyes sparkled with a certain ferocity only people as powerful as me would have. My body was a near perfect, I would even say that it was perfect. Thick, strong abs protruded from my torso, my biceps would make any girl squeal if they saw them. I could say the same for everywhere else.

I was clearly the model of a god.

My training out fit was a flexible black T-Shirt and shorts that was custom-made to withstand tremendous amount of force, pressure, heat, cold and radiation. It was probably indestructible.

I stepped outside and made my way to the the last floor, towards the Simulation Room. I don't need to stretch, why bother? I will just wreck everything in my path like always.

The Simulation Room is a special place John created for me to increase my skills. It simulates all kinds of dangers from a volcano eruption, to a robbery, to just any sort of possible situation that can happen to me at any time.

I've been using it for many years, it's honestly getting old.

I entered through the door, and all around me, I was surrounded by dozens of flat screens. In front, John stood with his arms crossed. He still wore the tuxedo from earlier.

"So." I walked up to him, "What am I going to be fighting today?" I raised my hands upwards.

He smirked. "Me."

He snapped his fingers, and instantly, the screens around us lit up. All of them working together to form a scene of a city street, and before I knew it, we already were in one.

I blinked. "Huh?"