Chapter 1: Death

I was on my knees, clutching my heart, feeling as if pieces of glass and nails were running through my veins, stabbing me relentlessly with each heartbeat. The agony wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, and I struggled to breathe

Slowly, I forced myself to look up, my body trembling with effort. There he stood, towering over me with a wicked grin plastered across his face, twisted with malice and enjoyment.

A bitter smile crept onto my lips, how had I ended up here, so utterly broken? From the very beginning, I had always been that kid who struggled to find purpose in a world that seemed so indifferent. Since childhood, I had always struggled to find purpose in life. I was never truly depressed, but I never seemed to experience joy or a sense of worth. Overall, I found life to be exceptionally boring and meaningless.

I usually spent my time watching anime/tv shows and or reading manga as a form of escape. I would immerse myself in worlds where anything was possible, where one could overcome limits through sheer willpower and uncover all kinds of mysteries. It was a life worth living, in stark contrast to my own, where the biggest mystery seemed to be, "What is a woman?"

Everything changed one day when I got into a street fight to help a friend who was drunk and hitting on a girl whose boyfriend was in a motorcycle gang.

It was a short-lived battle; eight of them against two of us. But as we lay on the ground, pummeled and bruised, a genuine smile spread across my face—perhaps the first truly sincere one I had ever experienced.

From that day forward, I dedicated my life to martial arts, striving to become the greatest fighter of all time. 

I spend every waking moment studying different Marshall arts, taking the most effective and devastating teqnices from mutiple arts like muay thai, judo, BJJ, krav maga, wrestling and MMA, all in order to become the most complete fighter and take my place in history as the number 1.

However, fate had different plans.

After enjoying a string of victories and winning multiple titles in MMA and kickboxing within smaller organizations, I was diagnosed with a heart condition, which abruptly ended my career, as no organization would allow me to fight.

For the first time in my life, I spiraled into a deep depression. The only thing that had ever given my life meaning was snatched away from me, and I sunk into a pit of despair, haunted by thoughts of what could have been. Days and nights blurred together, each passing moment echoing with the emptiness I felt. I wallowed in self-pity

After a period of self-pity, I resolved that if I was going to die, I might as well do it my way. Thus, my new career began in the underground fighting circuit.

During my time there, I gained considerable popularity and even made good money by consistently betting on myself. After all, what good is money for someone who already has one foot in the grave? With each fight, I felt my grave being dug deeper as my heart slowly caved in on me.

And here I was now on my knees, knowing my time had come. But upon seeing that bastard's arrogant grin, I was determined to drag him down to hell with me.

As he approached, laughter spilling from his lips, I could see the arrogance radiating off him. With a sudden grip, he seized my head, positioning his knee to come crashing down on my face. But with whatever strength I had left, I lunged forward, my desperation taking over.

In a split second, I surprised him as he tried to step back; he was too late. My teeth sank into the flesh of his throat, tearing through it with primal ferocity. 

His blood gushed as I fell onto my back, hearing screams and cheers around me, all while I smiled bitterly to myself.

"What a glorious and pathetic death," I thought as endless darkness consumed me and i finally drifted off to what for the first time felt like...peace...

''ROBBY?!?! What did you do?!?!''

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