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The One Who Devours Everything

Damien always had a not so simple life. Always having to hide his superhuman abilities from anyone and everyone as to not become a lab rat for the government. He just wants to live a normal life, made up of friends and family but he just don't seem to fit in. It all changed on one fortunate day. When he got transported to a different world after being involved in a car crash, a world where people like him are a common place, at least that's what he believes. What adventures are now ahead of him? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first time writing a novel so cut me some slack. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- SCHEDULE: 02:30 AM Beijing Time Everyday

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Prologue

My life has been interesting, to say the least. I turned 25 today but I only remember the past one and a half decade of my life, anything before that is a mystery to me.

The first thing I remember is being somewhere unfamiliar to me, to this day I'm not even sure how I got there, only knowing my name, 'Damien'. Everything felt so unfamiliar at that time like I'd been dropped into a strange new world. The people, the smells, the sounds - it all was so overwhelming.

Fortunately for me, I met someone there, someone who taught me everything I know, someone who always took care of me. It was a woman, a woman whom I called mother until her disease took hold of her life this past year.

I always lived a life of solitude so I don't have any friends or anyone to emotionally rely upon. Why you ask, well because I have always been different from others, people who knew called me a freak, but I used to call myself a superhero. I know it is cheezy, but I was a child.

I will say having superhuman speed, healing, and reflexes will make you a superhero but what I know. If my mother was not the richest and most influential person in the country, I would have become a lab rat for the government.

That is my story and if you will ask me, don't you wanna know about your past, Of course, I will reply yes, who will not want to, but that doesn't seem possible at the moment.

XXXX

In a luxurious room that is tastefully decorated, with elegant furniture and subtle accents that add to the luxurious atmosphere. A man is lying on a king-sized bed with his eyes open staring at the ceiling, it is Damien.

He has an athletic build body with well-defined muscles that are visible through his skin-tight, white undershirt. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest create a strong and imposing presence.

He has neatly trimmed black hair that is slicked back and styled to perfection. His hair frames his sharp facial features, adding to his striking appearance. While his brown eyes are deep and intense, reflecting a sense of mystery and intelligence.

Ring-Ring

His phone starts to ring, which is placed right beside him on the bed,

he picks it up, looks at it for a second, and cuts the call, then gets off the bed, picks up his red shirt from on top of the couch in the corner of the room, puts it on before leaving the room, and simultaneously his apartment.

He takes the stairs to the garage while making a call to someone who is named 'Dellia' on his phone,

"Dellia love, cancel all the meetings I have today"

"Are you sure Boss, there are some important ones today"

"Of course"

"Gotcha"

He then hangs up the call and enters his car, as he has already reached the garage while on the call, he exits the building in his blue convertible heading northward towards the highway at a consistent speed of 75 km/hr, reaching the highway only in a few minutes.

As he sped down the highway, the wind whipped through his hair, which made him feel an overwhelming sense of freedom. But that sense of freedom was short-lived.

Suddenly, a massive truck careened into his lane, barreling toward him at breakneck speed. He tried to swerve out of the way, but it was too late. The truck slammed into the side of his car, sending it spinning out of control.

As his car was careening down the highway, sparks flew from the undercarriage. He struggled to regain control of the vehicle, but it was of no use. The truck had hit him with such force that his car was no longer driveable.

With a sickening thud, his car slammed into the median and flipped over, rolling several times before coming to a stop. He was lying with his face on the steering sideways, while blood was coming out of his eyes, nose, and mouth,

"Is this the end for me.", he commented in a barely audible tone, forgetting that because of his superhuman healing, he will probably not die from this crash.

"Of course not", an unrecognizable voice reached his ears

After that, the sound of approaching sirens was the last thing he heard before his vision went dark.

That day a new conspiracy was created about a missing body, as the news came out about how there was no dead body discovered in the accident on highway 13 even though the insides of the car were splattered with blood, making it spread like wildfire.

XXXX

As far as the eyes can see, there is a strange and unsettling landscape that is almost entirely white. It's as if everything has been coated in a thick layer of white powder or snow. The ground itself is pale and powdery, with a texture that is somewhere between sand and snow.

There are no trees or plants to be seen, and the sky above is an eerie shade of gray-white that seems to blend seamlessly with the ground. The only other colors to be found are occasional rocks or boulders that jut out from the ground, their rough, grayish-brown surfaces standing out starkly against the otherwise featureless landscape.

It's completely silent, with no sounds of animals or insects. The only noise that can be heard is the breathing of a lone figure floating in the air. It was a man who appears to be suspended in mid-air, his body weightless as he drifts effortlessly in the bizarre white expanse.

The man's face is calm and serene, his eyes closed in peaceful repose. His arms and legs are spread wide as if he's reveling in the sensation of being suspended in mid-air.

The strange, featureless landscape around him seems to amplify the man's ethereal presence. The ground beneath him is white and featureless making a scene like he is floating in the middle of a void.

[Both the Devil and the Angelic Spirit are present within us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice]

A woman's voice echoed through the landscape,

[Without change, something sleeps inside us and seldom awakens. The slumberer must awaken]

[The sin of 'Gluttony' has awoken]

[Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom]

[Unique skill 'Sage' acquired]

[A predator's goal is to overpower and dominate its prey, leaving it helpless and vulnerable]

[The predator is both feared and respected, for it is a symbol of nature's raw power and unrelenting force]

[Ultimate skill 'Devour' acquired]

[We should be careful about judging others, for they may be carrying a heavier burden than we are aware of]

[Unique skill 'Judgement' acquired]

[The power of recreation lies within each of us, waiting to be awakened and used for the betterment of ourselves and our world]

[Ultimate skill 'Recreation' acquired]

[Notice, An unknown seal detected]

[Deduction, A Memory seal]

[Operation, Removing the seal]

[Error, Not strong enough]

[Process Halted]

[Final Processing Complete]

[Transferring the consciousness to its host]

XXXX

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