PROLOGUE

Ravager, people who is bestowed absurd physical prowess and capability to integrate themselves with cybernetics.

Don't ask me why and how, for some reason, I've become the strongest before I even realize it.

Okay, you'll think this is just another blunder if I were to say, being on top of the world isn't the best thing ever…

Besides not being able to get down easily, people with height allergies tend to get on their knees. But even so, how can they be on their knees when the ground is far from them in the first place?

Okay, that's a joke, a bad one at that, from those daddies on their journey to find the sacred milk.

What I meant is metaphorical, of course, not everyone wants to be the best above others, right?

I know many people would not hesitantly pull out their damn phone and move their poor thumb on top of little letters on the screen if I said it loud and clear.

Sure, sitting at the top of the world is the best feeling that everyone could've asked for, thus things will come right at your door house like annoying mosquitos doing salsa dance on your ear lobs.

Especially when you've become the strongest and most valuable asset for the defensive line of humanity.

Of course, it does have a lot of impact on a world full of science, monsters, mythical beings, and things to calculate every single stuff but metric measurement.

Being the strongest means that you can easily meet with famous people, rulers of this big chunk of rock, and their heavily buffed bodyguard after a rough pumping session as if ready to devour the entire food stock.

Being the strongest means that media will come all over your place, crawling in for news, day and night until dawn again, nonstop overflowing the information about your miserable daily life.

Being the strongest means that girls from all over the world would go head over heels for you for some reason, chanting your name, and creepily creeping into your personal space in some cases.

I wouldn't be that bothered if men aren't included in this matter…

On the other hand, the sponsorships would come down pouring into my email and personal messages. Offering their so-called finest product to keep my condition in check while ruining my leisure time all the same.

What an irony…

You see, that's my point here, an irony!

As you get stronger, the tougher the job is, the more annoying those people barging into the front door, I was even hardly able to distinguish when the real FBI decided to knock at my house and end up getting stormed a while ago.

Being the strongest means that I get no sleep, no solitude, no peaceful morning, no ease of mind, no freedom from these responsibilities, and no more free time to waste by myself!

You get my point, right?

If everyone and most of the story they lead is to become number one, here I'm racking my brain to downgrade myself from the wealthy and convenient upbringing.

Thus, this is the story of me downgrading myself after my fortunate fate was so difficult for me to handle throughout my years of life.

It goes without saying that my parent would slap the hell outta me.

But, even if I'm contradicting the entire world and choose to disappear, aren't we the protagonist of our own life?