Soundless Death

A long time ago, a man tall enough to be called a giant was worshipped by thousands of people. He had gigantic arms, as big as a whole house. He was granted a peaceful life of glory where he worked to protect the villagers from vile monsters in exchange for food. He was the first trespasser.

People have always wanted to be blessed with a miracle from the heavens since the beginning of time.

The very few who were granted such blessings are called trespassers. No one knows exactly why they were selected, nor who picked them, but their powers are undeniably real.

Some were granted magical powers, some were granted a deep understanding of the human body, and some were... cursed.

To put it bluntly, trespassers are people chosen by the Fate Lords and bestowed with strength. Sometimes it's a blessing while in other cases it's a terrifying curse that puts its host through misery.

Each trespasser can use its power however he sees fit...if he could control it that is.

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All logic seems not to work when I exist. People die suddenly, monsters befriend me, angels try to kill me, and devils as strong as mythology gods want to gain my favor.

Who am I, you ask? That's a good question but not one I can answer directly, for now.

Why? Due to the twenty men in front of me.

They are riding squirrels big enough to be mistaken for elephants. They stopped two hundred meters away from me.

Some of them are drawing complicated circles on the back of the squirrels, while others are making some weird gestures with their hands while directing them at me, and the two at the front are... well cutting their hands in a desperate attempt to stop the so-called beast.

Why are they framing me as a beast? That's probably because any human or animal dies instantly if they are even twenty meters away from me.

I don't control it, but apparently, life just ceases to exist wherever I am, no one can escape the soundless death, not even warriors, knights, or heroes. Everyone is equal. As I always say, death doesn't differentiate between a rich man and a squirrel. As long as you are alive, death can get to you.

It is just, as fair as it could get. But they are angry at me, the only legitimate fair existence.

They even labeled me a beast, which I totally understand. I mean, most of these magicians who are trying to kill me are only looking out for their families.

Sadly, no human can or will kill me... I think. That's what the dumb angel told me.

Anyway, I will talk about my story after they finish their attack. I wonder why they are so slow this time.

Oh, that's why. A giant ball that could easily be mistaken for a sun, burning with blue flames, is somehow right on top of me. I guess these knights are what that lustful devil warned me about, the hero descendants.

Each one of them is strong enough to kill a primal devil if they sacrifice their life force. And now twenty of them are trying their best to create a small star large enough to burn a city just to kill me.

For some reason that makes me feel wanted...

Although I'm not sure if I'm going to die from this star exploding on me or not, I am certain that this explosion will cause an inordinate amount of suffering and misery; the whole forest will turn to ashes, large, small, nocturnal, diurnal, aggressive or even peaceful animals are all a few minutes away from their end.

I don't specifically think badly of the heroes, since all they're doing is for survival purposes, and neither do I feel compassion for the animals since they will all die eventually.

"Bigfmido Qosobeviy Zafdolopoxe", shouted the two hero knights at the front. That was probably the last sentence of their spell.

The flames are so hot that my flesh is burning before it even comes into contact with it. The enormous ball was slowly coming closer, I waited for my demise with a poker face.

The moment that star was close enough to burn me, the lives of every single creature who died as a consequence of my presence flashed before me. It was bizarre. It was strange. It was fun.