Chosen One.

I was always changing. I was not the same person anymore. I had to adapt to the conspiracies that had happened to me and would continue to happen. I had to become less reckless and more intelligent. I had to control my anger and gain many allies.

Damn, I had to kill someone before boredom killed me.

When would I get my energy back?!

I looked at the old man in amazement and asked him, "Is this really part of the Land of Immortals?"

The old man started laughing hard. "Absolutely not, you naïve boy," he said. "The Land of the Immortals is the place where everyone wants to go, the place where no one dies. It is where the King of Kings dwells, the maker of all these tools that have made you so strong.

"What this place really is ?! "

The old man interrupted my thoughts, saying, "But whoever created this place is one of the immortals."

"What do you know about immortals? Tell me!" I demanded.