Chapter 2 : Departure

[Name : Miles Woodward

Age: 10 years old

Body: G-

Soul : E+

Energy: G-

Will : E+

Skills:

//The man who saw a supreme being//

-Rank: A+

-Types : Passive

_Effect:

*Invulnerability to the aura of low beings.

*Your resistance to the oppression of higher existence is greatly increased.

*Your resistance to psychic pressure is greatly increased.

*Your resistance to illusion arts is greatly increased.

//Mana Will//

_Rank : E+

_Types: Inate

_Effect :

* Your mana follows your will

AP (Action Point) : 0

"Worthy of a fourth-rate character."

Miles muttered as he read the page of the blue book on which his current information was written.

"At least he gave me a chance to survive."

Miles slowly stood up with a watchful and slightly curious look mixed with a bit of fear and sadness as he looked at the almost unrecognizable bodies of the people he had memories of.

He had somehow inherited the memory of the character named Miles, whose body he now possessed in a certain way, one could even say that their minds had merged.

In his work The Birth of A Hero, Miles was an unimportant henchman of a third-rate villain who would get his ass kicked in three chapters, his past only briefly mentioned to explain the sadism, he displayed when he tortured the protagonist's best friend for a few minutes during the tournament arc.

Even the fact that his name and the name of his character were the same was due to the fact that he was too lazy to find an original name.

The only time Miles had his moments of glory was when he had write on his past in some line to increase the length of the chapter

He doesn't even remember the exact phrase he wrote at the time, it was something like the bad guy is bad because as a child he was traumatized by seeing his town destroyed by demons or something like that.

"How could such silly and simple words have such consequences."

He said, wiping the tears from his face as he looked at the unrecognizable bodies of his parents.

Suppressing as best he could the feelings of guilt and sadness inside him, he began searching the entire house, quickly finding cans of food, some groceries and a school backpack.

He also took a few knives, a lighter and a can opener from the kitchen before packing everything into the backpack which was quickly filled.

Miles also dressed with heavy clothes because the temperature outside was very low due to the fact that the sun was hidden by clouds for several months.

After that he walked towards the door before stopping, he slowly turned around and looked at the lifeless bodies of his so-called parents.

He hesitated for a brief moment before dropping his backpack on the ground and heading towards the garage which he opened easily.

He returned soon after with a can of gasoline which he poured all over the room and then took his bag before lighting the gasoline and running further.

He searched several nearby houses without success and after a few more minutes, he found the item he was looking for in an old bookstore.

A map.

He unfolded the map and quickly located himself without any compass at his disposal he had to use the various visual landmarks indicated on the map to orient himself towards the nearest town.

So he left the city quickly, because of his age and size his feet could not touch any car or motorcycle accelerator, he could not find any bicycle in the houses he visited and on top of that it was extremely unwise to drive on the main road because of the demon swarms.

He continued to walk cautiously through the blighted woods near road 93, which according to the map led to a second-rate town further north.

The dead trees without leaves were as far as the eye could see, the plants had long withered and dried up due to lack of photosynthesis, the starving animals poisoned by the violent mana in the air and dying of hunger because of the withering flora had long fled or died in the woods littered with corpses on both sides.

It was a place that would have terrified even the most hardened soldier, and Miles, whose heart had already been through a lot of ups and downs during the last few days, was somehow tired of the constant amazement and fear.

This allowed him to quickly clamor in front of this spectacle and to walk through the woods with vigor, stepping from time to time over the purified corpses of the animals that lived in these places.

"54km kilometer to my destination, come on, I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon..."

He said in a low voice as he walked with determination, tightening his grip on his backpack as his frail figure disappeared further and further into the forest.