Chapter 17 - The Ugly King (1)

The thought of being alone you're whole life, having no good looks, in this society they don't treat you fairly enough. Friends, love, family... these are the ordinary necessities for everyone's life. But, everyone doesn't have them, why is that only the ones with evil thoughts succeed, and the ones who work hard with good thoughts keep failing.

I tried my whole, working hard that is. My name Mitsu, given by my parents who abandoned by me. Not that it troubles me anymore.

"Mitsu!! are you not going to get plastic surgery, or you just can't afford it?" a group of boys rebelliously laugh while staring at mitsu.

What's he saying? why would I need plastic surgery... my face is pretty normal. "I don't need plastic surgery." mitsu condems with an irritated expression.

For a moment they glared at me with mischievous looks in their eyes. I've never been really bullied, it's only that they curse at me or tell me that I live in dumpsters.

"Alright, since it's a new term you're seats will change." the teacher announces with an energetic look on her face.

Crap. I don't want to change my seat, just wanted to sit with friend like always. Who am I sitting with anyways... a girl?

"huh."

"Mitsu?" the girl replies with a confused face.

Why'd it have to be her of all people. 'The popular girl' everyone knows around the world.

"Yeah, there's no way I'm sitting with someone as ugly as you." the girl disgustingly stares at mitsu.

Hm? ugly? did she have to say that.... everyone startsd laughing as she said that. Their faces growing darker as their laughing, like demons who are meant to hate on you.

I sat through all the classes alone, even my friends didn't anything. I went home to have a sense of relief but, it didn't help me at all. "Ugly" hearing those words make me feel sick for some reason. To get out of reality, I switch on my laptop, like I always do.

"How to not be ug...."

Do I have to search up something like this, won't this make me more worse and insecure. But maybe there's ways to not be ugly. Am I admitting to myself that I'm ugly....?

"Huaaa...." mitsu sighs out of stress and hatred.

Further days went on the same. The same thing over and over again. Should I just kill myself? (*disclaimer, really dont harm yourself*)

"F#k this, I'll just do it."

I shut my eyes, stood on top the school's ledge, and set off. Falling down felt like forever...

Isn't it taking a bit too much time?

Alright, I'm getting annoyed, why is it taking so much time?!

I opened my eyes, and where am I? I'm back at the school's ledge. I was falling down for sure, I even felt the cold breeze of wind. What happened to the city?

In ruins, sky looks dead, no signs of life whatsoever. The only things I see are weird creatues lurking around and blood flowing everywhere.

3 months passed since then, adapting eas the hardest part. Core chains, powers, Rulers, so many new things that I have yet to discover. Who knew that the universe was much bigger.

Such things you can only believe in novels and fantasies.

But me, the same. Nothing exciting, just maybe a bit more intelligent than other people. But something that's bothering, is my field of vision. It's red like blood, I check on the mirror and my eyes look fine. I told this to other people, and the only thing they kept saying to was, "probably an injury, you'll get better."

Then I see this one guy, black hair, looks really gloomy. Rumours spread that he destroyed the society. But from what I saw, it didn't seem like it.

"He looks strong, can I be like him?"

This thought ran over my head, countless number of times. It made my head ache and ache the more I kept thinking about it. Everything went quiet after that happened, just like before. But I decided to go to the skyscraper, there's a saying, 'enter it and you're dreams will become reality', anyone after hearing that will doubt or just go enter it right. I'm that person, I entered it. Probably the biggest mistake, someone can make in their entire life.

A completely different society from ours, no proper rules, spreading havoc with each other was normal. But to an extent can lead to death. It also mainly depends on, 'the strong ruler over the weak', I never interfered with anyone out of fear. Me being weak, if they find out, I'll end up being looked down or beated up.

"Hey mitsu!, come take the test." a girl softly screamsm out his name.

Even though I didn't know her as much, Liz, is a nice person. She and her friend she usually hangs out with, were the only ones who cared about me when I was down. "Yeah, coming." I replied with a joyful feeling.

The test was simple, a person above the age of 13, have to measure their Core Potential Level. Thery were determined by you're inner color, with that they measure by roman, which is not very accurate.

Liz went first with the marks of average.

[Liz - CPL : Silver XI]

Then went her friend whose name was never mentioned.

[Partner - CPL : Purple VIII]

Then came me, I was probably the most nervous. I want to be strong, something that's more than the average person. Not like everyone else, I want to be considered different, or if anything, special.

"Alright just cut you're skin, and drop you're blood here."

It didn't hurt, most probably because my mind was fixed on becoming more than the average.

[Mitsu - CPL....]

My head was aching, and I was becoming fuzzy, please let me have a chance!

[Matt Silver XVI]

"Ah! congrats you're full of potential!"

"Damn, you're going to really strong." says Liz with an high tone.

Does that mean I'm good, like really good? My goal was settled, change and become strong unlike my old self.

"Oh wait, there's some sort of mistake..."

Mistake? there can't be a mistake. I finally have a chance, I don't want to lose it.

"Drop you're blood in again please."

I cut my skin again, my mood was slowly changing, I coudn't feel anything. Knowing that if it was a mistake, the chances if it being low were higher.

[Mitsu - CPL : Dark Red I]

Dark red I? is that considered different as well or....bad.

"U-hm sorry but this is the true results, you can come back next time to check again?"

I didn't care, my hoped for too much. Something like this is too far for me to reach anyway. I walked away in depression, just having the thoughts of killing myself kept coming back again.

I entered an alleyway, for there to be a group of thugs. Like how it always is, they'll beat you up for either strength test, or money.

"Hey hey hey.... can you spare some change, pleeeaaase?" the person sarcasticly questioned.

They got up right to me and gave a blow right to my head, bleeding like a river. My ear ripped of from the blow, causing it to non-stop bleed.

The thoughts of killing myself dissappered, but the thoughts of killing appeared.

I jumped on him pinning him down, and ripping his ear off along with his eye with my moith like a starving animal. And so I did with everyone else, they kept beating me up, and I kept ripping them apart. My bloodlust aura kept growing, blood resembled me.

I felt different, this felt different. A new way of living suddenly embraced me in numerous thoughts. I dropped down in pressure and pain, raised my hands on my face and squished my right eye in anger and rage.

This new way of living, was the only way of keeping me alive.

[Chapter end 17]