《Truck-Kun Becomes Human》


 Prologue: Life

    "Ah Shit, I fucked up."


    A figure of a person with a dog for a face said. His eyes glowing in crimson light as it''s expression indicating frustration. A big one at that. His steps moving back and forth within the room as his large hands touching his chin. His tail wagging and an aura of rage vibrating in the room.


    "I''m an idiotic moron! I might have unleashed 2012 in mankind!! Crap, crap, crap, crap!!"


    The man has made a very huge mistake. One that could possibly finish humanity in just a few seconds. His eyes stares down to the black floor once more. Despite the floor being completely blank and normal, the truth couldn''t be possibly more far from that. His eyes are capable of seeing the souls of mankind. Knowing their time left on earth for the reaping requires the ability to see each soul on earth and knowing their activities. This exact ability was the one that made him learn of the current problem earth has. Which are hundreds of unnecessary deaths.


    Hundreds of people dies in accidents nowadays. Ones that has their souls not yet even ready for the reaping. After all, if one whose time isn''t ready yet was forced to the judgement of value, they will have a higher chance of living in hell for a thousand years until they will realize the value of life and would be returned to earth again with a new memory. If one however, lived their life completely, they can chose three choices. One would be to go straight to heaven and take a rest, second would be to reincarnate to do what they want to do, and third would be a ghost but otherwise known as a "Guardian Angel" to ensure the luck and satisfaction of their family and friends for future generations.


    These people that have died with their life not completed however were sent to worlds they desired. With a quick scan of their desires in their heart and mind, an ideal universe is created for them to live happily until their soul is ready. Such is what happened with various heroes in stories known for their legends.


    Yet, despite that their desires were concluded, the wills of the souls were still left on earth, making it a place filled with miasma that slowly but surely takes the lifespan of the planet itself, making the restoration of the natural resources being difficult.


    This phenomenon was studied for years and three possible reasons were taken on how these people died.


    One would be the Killer Theory


    A person would be killed in an accidental stab or shooting. With the timing being purely coincidental and the events being surprising(such as people that the person has barely met before suddenly appearing, or the person itself suddenly changing) A broken lifeline is created.


    The second theory, The Accidental theory


    A person would be killed by accidents made by other gods that may perhaps have been done intentionally. Accidents such as lightning strikes, or just even unexpected surprises. This behavior wasn''t really thought much however as the gods themselves does the countermeasures themselves, thus saving time for Anubis.


    The third is the most infamous of all. Car accidents. This has been going on for years. This is something that Anubis has been facepalming for a while now. He has realized that humanity has no hope for being smarter. The reasons? The deaths of people thinking they are smartass and having monologues of them "suddenly reacting without them knowing" is more than a hundred.


    MORE THAN A FUCKING HUNDRED.


    Its like their ages are just kinder-fucking-garten while thinking as if they are heroes. Like, "forget that I''m a teenage kid that lived for 12+ years now and let''s think like we are protagonists!"


    And protagonists they did.


    Someone even died and shouted "Geronimo!" As he was flattened brutally by a truck. Such faith would be impossible to redeem.


    Speaking about trucks, most car accidents were done by infamous trucks from companies. Apparently, their size and speed being so unrealistic most of the time since people DON''T FEEL THE SLOW RUMBLING AS THEY APPROACH AND THE SLIGHT SPEED LIMIT, which by the way, SHOULD HAVE MADE THEM SLOWER THAN AN AVERAGE CAR FOR THESE HUGE-ASS MOTHERFUCKERS!


    But it''s fine. The first humans never learned of the existence of fire even when the sun was burning things and volcanoes were exploding like fireworks in new years and July the fourth. It''s fine, after all, The humans fought for Lands and religions like killing and torturing millions just for getting barely 1/5 of their original land. And now, humans actually thinking that the earth is flat and the moon being a hoax.


    Anubis has even remembered the time when the Creator raged and has almost sent millions of disasters to destroy the world. It was stopped though and only a few got released. One of these few is known as the Harvey Hurricane and it was even minimized to a scale perhaps possible for them to at least survive.


    The reason was said that The creator have created and studied the other universes for years and made our universe with great caution and extreme details. Such answers how earth has millions of different kinds of animals, plants, landscapes, elements, energy, and more. He was barely able to make these under 7 days. Thus making our universe the most perfect yet.


    Such a thing was said to be a hoax and they even had the dare to pass the blame to the Creator. Like humanity hasn''t learned hardwork at all.


    Creator Ragequitted and left the management to the lesser gods.


    Anyway, back to the topic. The excess energy from the remaining lifelines of souls have been too much in earth. He feared that perhaps, the energy would overcome the balance of the atmosphere and thus evolve the humans.


    Humanity evolving may not be a good thing in 2018. He just saw a man taking a video of a dead guy last week. He just knows that if humanity evolves, they might make it worse.


    He thought of changing the structure of the energy, yet he instead unleashed a massive heatwave on some places in the east. Several people have even died of heatstroke. He regretted this decision.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    His final decision is to send the energy back to him. Yet due to the rule of "To not interfering into the human world at all cost", He needed a hundred years to slowly do so in a hidden fashion. But the scientists are starting to navigate and discover this energy as a new element.


    Which is a terrible idea since technically, they are doing a matrix if they do so.


    Thus, he needs to take the energy as fast as possible. In order to do so, he requires a vessel to accept and store it.


    Living things are out of the question. They will explode. It also needs to have as high space as possible yet not getting too heavy and not too large that people would over react to it. It should also be mobile enough for him to control without people noticing.


    What could possibly be such an item?


    Aha!


    A truck!


    He thought of possessing one and just storing the energy within the container since the matter of it isn''t really large. And then controlling it to move on a countryside, sending a hurricane to carry it up and creating a quick portal to his place.


    Of course, he thought of course that it is kinda ridiculous. But he compared it to the other candidate, which is a building.


    He is a genius.


    So he did the plan. For the truck, he chose the one most infamous in earth. A truck owned by a company named "Track Carriers: The Carriers following your Tracks" which is a delivery company that gotten bankrupt a few months ago. The reasons being that company was notorious for their trucks having malfunctions and killing more than a hundred people internationally. After a while, apologizing was deemed impossible as most of the officials was imprisoned and the company abandoned. It wasn''t touched though, as they said that it was cursed. Thus making the company just the same as before, with only one truck left on the back standing with only the lightest damage.


    Despite the truck being the one mostly recovered, it''s the truck that was known more for the killings though. It was the one first started the spree and was at first hidden and changed the plate number several times. After a while, it was decided that it''s too dangerous to use it anymore but were unable to think of destroying it due to the commotion it would give. So it was hidden under a warehouse. Unfortunately, the company would still rack deaths on their other vehicles. Making them just really unlucky.


    The truck was just left alone with a massive death counts of 67.


    Anubis chose this because if there''s anything that is worth the destruction, it would be this.


    Of course, problems happened.


    Just as Anubis happily stored the energy to the empty container, he was surprised.


    He expected hundreds, not millions of it. He didn''t even thought of it, which was his mistake.


    He didn''t thought that Gods would be corrupted and hide the dead from him.


    Like reincarnating is a normal thing already for the gods in his plane. As if they don''t know what other else possible solutions than go and reincarnating people for their personal enjoyment. As if people cannot possibly make other stories other than reincarnation. Like, there are other forms of entertainment. Looking at romance and actions in the realm was good! Actors are pretty amazing down there as they did even sci-fi shit!


    Can''t they stop killing people and reincarnating them for their own interests? So cancerous...


    As for the humans...


    It''s like people have been killing themselves for years and has barely even gave themselves a chance to live their lives at all. Energy sucked into the container like volcano, light that looks like aurora have been pouring to the warehouse and people have been talking about it for an hour now. The police cannot enter the room though as they were throws back immediately if they tried.


    Good plan of not getting noticed. Now the whole world knows.


    He has been pushing away the people since earlier to somehow not care deaths as much as possible. They are getting nauseous though, and that is indeed bad. He has already tried to stop the container from sucking, yet it didn''t work.


    The container is now sucking the energy on it''s own.


    The truck is alive. The energy is making it do so. The energy is filled with life after all. Normally, only hundreds wouldn''t make it actually live. But Thats not the case this time. It''s MILLIONS. Millions of unfinished souls. Such an amount would be more than enough to not just make a truck explode. It would merge with the atomic skeletal system of it. Creating a toxic atmosphere from the rusting metal of the truck. The explosion of the blast would immediately kill 1 billion of humanity''s population, and there''s still after effects.


    "I seriously fucked up!!!" He screamed. His mind now thinking of other methods he can possibly do. He is literally freaking out now. He doesn''t know how else he can solve it.


    If only it''s a living thing. Humans are also played by Gods and sometimes sent to another world directly. Making them experience either hell or paradise for the God''s satisfaction.


    It may be cruel but then he could probably do the usual and send it into a parallel universe. Where the energy can be contaminated properly and can be nurtured into a controllable state.


    The only way to save it is to beg for help to the other gods. He must throw away his pride as a whole and just beg for it. They should help, everything''s at stake after all.


    Just as he was about to teleport himself and awake the others to stop the situation, something amazing happened.


    The truck... is changing.


    The truck turned into something like goo. It sucked into itself like some kind of mini-black hole surfaced within it. Voices of millions of people from souls echoed throughout the building. Their transparent and foggy figures circulating the hole. One by one, they get sucked inside in a warm light.


    After absorbing, it became a small metallic ball. Changing colors like a prism yet still containing that metallic hue.


    Others may not notice it but Anubis knows. It''s life. The very essence of life. The thing the Creator used to create the very first form of life on earth. He then just noticed the other possibility.


    "The energy may unite as the remaining lives just want to live completely anyway. It would stop the uncontrollable state and instead just become a new matter... creating a pseudo-life essence, filled with the desire to live..."


    Anubis was amazed, amused at the revelation. But he quickly shook his head, telling himself to snap out of it.


    He didn''t take much time as he immediately entered and took the essence, then he fled. He knows that the Gods have noticed it. The overwhelming aura of this thing. Such a power could be terrifying. Even surpassing the Creator himself.


    He must protect It. He cannot afford to lose it foolishly. He must not let them get it.


    But to where? Well, he already has planned it. Just as he thought earlier, he will go and hide within a parallel universe. But to one more different and puny under the thousands of massive ones the others has created. That way, they can hide. For at least, a long time.


    But he knows. He knows that he cannot hide for long. Such a massive power cannot be hidden for too long. That''s why he won''t waste this thing.


    He focuses all his divine energy to shape the essence. A shape of a human. One that can live on and strive to become stronger.


    But Its fighting Gods... what can a mere human possibly do? He already knows how stupid humans are. So why bother?


    Such a thought clouded his mind. But he didn''t took it to heed. After all, he has already saw the true nature of humans just now.


    The will to live. To live even if death prevented so.


    Maybe it''s that will that made the humans live for millions of years despite their stupidity. Even when they rejected God, they were still able to survive, no matter what the cost.


    Such a thing is already so amazing for him.


    He may be the God of Death but he''ll try. He''ll have to try. To believe in this will.

 Prologue: And Another One (Part 1)

    Bang, bang, bang!


    Such noises could be heard as I run frantically within the compound. My breath panting and trying it''s best to inhale as much as possible while my sweat makes my appearance looks like I just got drenched by the rain.


    "Don''t stop chasing! He is a dangerous man! Stop his movements at all costs!"


    A voice just a little far behind me shouted. I don''t even need to turn around to know who they are. A gunshot echoed once again as a bullet hit the ground just a few inches beside my feet, creating some sparks.


    What''s chasing me currently are cops from the finest of the stations of this city. About 20 of them are running after me for an hour now. Their breaths so haggard already. But they haven''t stopped at all. Rather, the can''t think of even stopping me. And I kinda know the reason why.


    I took out my handy-dandy Barreta pistol and shot a bullet behind me with just a single turn. I hear a scream which was followed by a halt of the steps from them running. I only meant that as a distraction but I suppose my luck is just on my side.


    That''s right. I''m a criminal. A wanted one at that.


    I took the chance of them taking care of their comrade to widen the gap between us. I don''t even care if I killed the guy or not. I don''t have time to do so. My legs kept on running. My breath more erratic in every second as I dashed.


    I know I''m exhausted. But I can''t really stop.


    I cursed my luck. How did this happen? I know it was just a normal life for me at first. I didn''t thought that this will happen at all.


    When I was a teenager, I was pretty successful. I was able to use my brains to make successful relationships. I already know that life is pointless and trashy. That even if we do everything we can, it''s still pointless. After all, we''re all just gonna die. Forgotten and alone under the earth. Nobody would remember us. It''s not because of emotion or caring. It''s because it''s simple human instinct.


    I learned of this when my mother died. My mother was my everything. She was the only one that perhaps, actually cared for me. She knew what was best and was even willing to sacrifice herself if she needs to. She helped everyone despite our poverty. She did everything for us to live properly and happily.


    But when she died, I can tell. At the funeral, no one really took it seriously. People saying "they''ll help me" yet no one talked to me at all the days after the burial. My father hasn''t existed for me. My mother was known as a mistress of his for a long time. I never knew my father''s name, nor his face. He was that useless to me as a parent. He didn''t even entered the funeral. He literally forgot us.


    Perhaps such is why nobody took us seriously. Everyone only saw my mother as a "whore". One that is ready to give her body away to some old man. That''s maybe why I never knew my grandparents. They must have forgotten their own daughter as well.


    Thus, I was left alone. I used the remaining money from mom to give her an appropriate funeral. After all, she requires it at least, having done everything to raise me as a proper child.


    Thus I took my chances and went to look for work to various places. Obviously, it''s almost impossible for a scrawny 10 year old such as myself. I went to stores, events, bars, and even illegal work. Everything, for the sake of my survival.


    The only job I was able to take was being a comfort room cleaner in an old hooked''s bar. A bit ridiculous if I say so myself but it was a necessity. Things such as fetuses and vomit were frequent after all. I could even see sometimes people not having any decency and having sex there.


    But those were not my concern. All I knew was that I needed money, and I had the chance.


    I immediately went to school afterwards. I was 4th grade when mom died and I was forced to stop.


    But not this time. I realized in a young age that despite that education is pointless in our daily life, it is useful for it''s benefits. I studied as hard as I can, going to the library in my spare time in school and taking notes of the next grade year.


    I remembered something from the news in the past. A kid was able to move to college thanks to his knowledge and high potential intellect. I thought that maybe, I can do it too? Obviously, it wasn''t the same level as the one in the news. I was a kid after all. I had my limits. But it was more than enough. I stayed in the library and kept on advance learning for 7 months. I stayed away from the bullies that saw my weak body and kept on learning. Thanks to this, I became alone and others became the targets of these fools.


    But I don''t care. Doing these made me graduate elementary in the age of 11.


    I used my ability of judging people and became "friends" with potential rich men. I became their work-holder and did everything they wanted. But I didn''t care. I took advantage of this in fact and changed the turn the next five months.


    Within those five months, I studied all of them. I learnt of their weaknesses and strengths. I was able to discern the difference and the various factions within the school. I knew that business isn''t something that everyone can easily cooperate. What mattered was just competition between all of them. To have the highest income of them all.


    I found the ones highest ranked and decided to make sides. I madden conversations to have their various groups get interested in hanging out with their friends. Then I used the oppportunities to use my smarts on the owners "accidentally". I was thus deemed "wise and clever" and got invited to becoming an advisor despite their heir''s reluctance.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    8 of the businessmen''s heirs within the school became three after a week. Afterwards, I made the three companies become allied with each other to my convenience.


    I became rich in the age of 12.


    Obviously, It made it clear that I am not supposed to stay in my current lodgings. But I was still thankful to those women that helped me reach my goal. I gave them half of my income and left with a peace of mind. I''m sure that they didn''t use the money for good but instead bought drugs for their business though. But that is none of my concern now.


    I was able to move in a decent house using connections I learned while I was searching for jobs. People knew me in apartment 347 as a kid being sent money from abroad by my mother. I obviously paid someone to act as a parent. It took some time to get a good one though. I can''t possibly find people that would be switched time and time again thanks to their stupidity, correct?


    I was successfully able to have a good life in high school and rack up some money for myself. I entered business in the age of 18. I was able to become one of the largest growing companies in a blink of an eye. Before I knew it, I was supposed to meet up with a new partner others have recommended to me.


    I went to Japan with such an intention. Brimming with pride, I entered Tokyo tower privately, not expecting whom I would meet there.


    The owner of the company introduced himself as my father. He said that he noticed my movements quite odd and took it upon himself to have some people check my every move. Once he saw my achievements at a your age, he made me come there and have myself under him. For "guidance" he said. For the sake of "family-bonding" he said.


    However, I didn''t think. Rather, I was empty. For the first time, I didn''t knew what to do. I never expected it. Before I realized it, my mouth spoke the words I wanted to hear from him from the start.


    "What did you think of mother? Why did you leave us? And why didn''t you helped me in my greatest peril?"


    His answer wasn''t even finished yet but it made me lose sight of who I am immediately.


    "Oh, that whore?-"


    I punched him on the face. His bodyguards on the side was about to intervene but I moved first and took my own pistol to shoot them straight to the head. Which was simple since they were barely inches away anyway.


    And for the gun, I was a 18 years old, money racking teenager that is famous in the world of business. What kind of moron would not have a weapon?


    "Y-you dare to punch your own father?! This is not an act of a businessman anymore! You''re now a criminal!"


    He scramped as I carried him by his neck. I was sure I wasn''t able to show an expression other than just pure rage.


    "If I''m a criminal then so be it. Because you are a dead man."


    Realizing what I meant, he screamed for his life. But it was too late. I used every bit of strength my 18 year old boy barely made and threw him out of Tokyo tower.


    After the commotion, I returned to my senses. I realized what I have done. My hands were stained by blood. I was overcome by fear. I heard the screams below. I know that anytime soon, I will be caught by the police.


    Perhaps if I accepted my fate, I would have an easier situation than right now. I would have gotten a lighter sentence by using pleads and my intelligence.


    But instead, I did the very first stupid thing I have ever done in my entire life.


    I ran and hid for it.


    I wasn''t able to use my money as my face filled the news. I lived on the unknown alleys to hide. I wasn''t able to eat though thanks to my face being shown to everyone in the world. After all, killing a multi-billionaire would do exactly that.


    Before long, I became desperate. My hunger became the better of me. I still had my gun and my pocket knife. I wore a parka hood that I saw hanging on someone''s house and sought to find ways to eat. I saw a group of people one day. Two people at the back being a couple. In their hands holding what seemingly is a chocolate cake. In front of them is a man walking awkwardly like he was out of place.


    I deduced that if I attacked the couple, I wouldn''t have a problem. After all, the man wouldn''t help them. If a man that is out of place just enters a group, he wouldn''t stay and help at all. Rather, if one''s out of place then it must mean that they must not be close to the other. Thus in conclusion, I should succeed.


    Now that I remember it, I could have just asked them. To justify myself, I''ll once again say it. I was desperate and I forgot what was my forte.


    I lunged for an attack. But just mere milliseconds before the boy behind could be stabbed, the man in front blocked my knife.


    I was stunned. I didn''t expect such a situation. The man shouted "run!" And run they did. I considered shooting with my gun since silent killing is pointless now. But then, I stopped after seeing them already so away. I must have been gone out of it for so long.


    I was once again left with a dead body. Luckily, it''s just one. What was I saying...? Just one body? It was clear that my conscience was destroyed and my sanity was questioned. But that wasn''t really on my mind. I was more disappointed at myself. A chance has fled and a guy just died like a here. Yay. But now, how must I satisfy my hunger?


    I noticed a rat moving at the side and quickly stabbed it like a madman. Then with my bare hands, ripped it open as it screamed with it''s squeaky voice. But I didn''t bother and continued tearing it apart with my hard teeth from it''s hind legs, to it''s tail, to it''s torso and front legs. Fortunately, the ordeal only lasted for a few seconds. Fun fact: Rats are actually easy to bite through if you''re hungry.


    I took the man''s money. I can''t take other things since it would most likely be clues against me. So I simply took the money. Since the one in my wallet was pointless in that place after all.


    I thought of this kill was my last at that time. It didn''t took long before I was forced to kill again.


    I became known in Saitama as a ruthless criminal. Somehow killing and yet despite the unclean killings, is able to hide the tracks so well. It was only because I killed to survive. Nothing more, nothing less. What others life was pointless to me. I only valued my own.


    But I definitely became stupid. I actually have more options to chose to survive. But I chose the worst route. The reason? It was simple.


    I became fascinated by killing. At first, I was just guilty and amazed. But slowly, that guilt disappeared and that amazed expression became awestruck. I never expected people to actually kill themselves for the sake of others so much. I never knew why people that never even bothered to interact suddenly protecting. It fascinated me to no end.


    After three years, the yakuza was able to contact me and threatened me after seeing my capabilities. However, I was already clearly insane. I destroyed what''s most important to their group like it''s nothing. Yet despite that, I still had more in my sleeves.


    After asking me what was it that I needed, I told them that I required papers to leave the country. Japan has become aware of me and thus my safety here isn''t guaranteed anymore. Of course, airports aren''t an option anymore so I made another way of leaving.


    I smuggled myself by sea and left via China. Honestly, it seemed so easy. Perhaps my time of three years didn''t made them expect me to leave all of a sudden.


    So I, now 22 years old, has returned to my own country once again.

 Prologue: And Another One (Part 2)

    When I returned, I heard that my company has been taken by another different CEO this time. Apparently, the transfer was quite immediate too. But I didn''t really complain. Considering my time of disappearance, it seems fair.


    The trio alliance I created was also broken pretty easily. The three heirs didn''t last long with their conflicting ideas and suggestions. The desire of greed manipulated them and the news about me made it worse.


    Having none to guide them and myself becoming a criminal must have changed them to a different thinking. Something like my style of business must have made me kill thanks to the risks involved. Being the morons they are, they held back their plans that I gave them long before I left and made their own.


    Their power has disappeared completely in the business world. Apparently, they have become as low as most companies nowadays.


    Not like I can care anymore due to my situation. Rather, I don''t think I can even think of helping them at this point when they have gotten that low.


    I only live on my own survival after all.


    After I arrived, I went into hiding on the places I already knew since I was a kid. That included the hooker''s bar that I lived for 1 year. They still accepted me despite the problem I am in, which I am thankful of. It seems like they have already been used to some criminals taking lodging in motels sometime. My help with them then also made themselves think they owe me at least. All they ask is for me not to kill them jokingly and to do the old days. Of course I accepted.


    Thus I returned to my old days. I cleaned and helped the troupe on their various troubles in their daily lives. There were even new ones in the group, which they introduced to me. I greeted them lightly like I would to anyone I suppose.


    I still cleaned the comfort rooms mostly. My work has been added on one way or another. Cleaning the place itself from innermost to outermost, and helping out the ladies is what probably got added to my load. And by helping out the ladies, I meant sometimes pulling out foams inside their vaginas and helping them clean messes that occur such as blood being spread from wild sex and people being way too violent being taken care of.


    I suppose the most screwed up thing I have done is abortion. After knowing my records, the owner decided to have me handle it. I was thought the method to not call a doctor everytime everyone screws up. I was taken aback of course but thinking about what I have done already, I realized that it''s just gonna be normal. It''s all gonna be normal.


    The experience was quite traumatizing despite the path I lived actually. The way it works is that the uterus of the woman opens up a bit and so does the opening to the inside, revealing the under developed child. The thing however is strangely difficult to pull out due to the umbilical cord inside that is stuck to it. And I''m not like the doctors being known for just simply pulling and cutting it out. When I heard about it, the reason mostly for the pain was the pull of the umbilical cord, then the forced push of the thing. I am a man that is different in that mindset. I thought already that maybe the reason why women sometimes die is because of the pain in pregnancy. I always finish things quickly after all. So when I pushed my arm within the four months old uterus, I did a simple and kind thing in my opinion.


    The moment I took hold of the thing, I crushed it completely and ripped the umbilical cord from the base using my nails.


    The pain was quick for both of them and was thus easier both for the surgeon and the patient. They didn''t knew about this of course since I''m the only person always there in the room while at surgery.


    Such a cycle of life continued for days, weeks, months.


    Before I knew it, my thirst for killing has slowly disappeared and I have lived with them for 8 years.


    But of course, everything has an end.


    It happened one day.


    I was eating my breakfast as usual. My food being mac and cheese. All of them also eating the same thing as me. It was quite a normal and nice day for us. Work is coming and we should just get ready to do what we always do.


    Luckily, today I''m not doing surgeries. It''s literally in my nightmares so far for years nowadays. Feeling that squishy thing on my head and hearing that slight small squeaking felt like something screaming in my head. I just needed a break.


    Today, I''ll be having some fun once again. Another girl has fallen to me and wanted to do some "stuff". As the only man in the house, this is quite a beautiful day to me.


    But once again, all things must come to an end.


    Sirens echoed throughout the compound all of a sudden. People rushing and I can see a faint outline of cars far outside the door.


    I jumped immediately and took off the backdoor.


    However, just I was about to open it, a hand grabs mine.


    "...what are you doing?"The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    I asked the woman grabbing my arm. I tried pulling it away from her but she kept on grabbing it tightly until it kind of hurt. The other stood up of surprise as to why she did so.


    "Let me go, don''t make me do it." I told her, intimidating her. She shook for a while but both of her hands grabs my left hand instead. Her expression resolute, like she clearly doesn''t want me to leave.


    "...tell me, Did you actually did those...?"


    She asked me. I immediately instinctively knew what she meant. She must have caught me while I''m throwing it to the outside trash. I hesitated to speak for awhile.


    "...yes."


    A slap hit my cheek as my head flung to the left. The woman looks at me with contempt and with tears with her eyes.


    "Why... why did you do it?"


    The other women started to get the situation as made a ruckus at the back. They all however shared a common thought at that current moment.


    "Why.... WHY DID YOU DO IT?"


    She shouted this time.


    "...It was the easiest possible way to do it. That way, a risk won''t be done and the pain would be as quick as possible."


    I bluntly answered.


    "B-but that''s still life!"


    "Wait, that IS a life? I always thought of it as a thing actually, not human."


    Hearing my response, all of then were taken aback, as if they never expected me to answer it.


    "So, why don''t you let me leave now?"


    I pleaded, forcing her hand away this time. But then, another hand grabs my arm and so with a few more arms grabbing my legs until I''m practically unable to move anymore.


    "We decided that it''s time we give up to the police. You know, getting ourselves some redemption after everything we''ve done. We can''t keep on doing this forever after all. It''s a sin to god itself. Don''t you think so too kid?"


    The old owner said to me as she stepped on my back while I''m currently forced to the ground.


    "Y-you... called for them???! You betrayed me?!"


    "No boy. We always thought of this to happen. You are way too dangerous. We knew it. You killed 147 people while in Japan. Without a single remorse. That is more than enough to show you what you are, monster."


    I stayed silent. I never wanted to do it. I really never wanted to.


    But.


    This time, my life is on the line.


    "You want to see a monster? Fine, I''ll show you all a monster."


    I took out my knife and gun behind my pants.


    "...huh? That was weird... a-awww, My head friggin Hurts!... Okay, this is reality this time I guess."


    I groaned while leaning on the steel wall.


    I''m currently in a warehouse in this massive ass compound filled with giant containers. The police are somewhat searching for me no matter where I go. Even when I hide and take a breather, they all really don''t take the time to have a break at all. To my surprise, they instead switched their units into another to continue the search.


    I don''t even freaking know how they can tell where the unit is! For all I know, I''m just in this metal maze that barely anyone can possibly map out.


    I guess radars are possible ways to do it... I didn''t expect them to put this much effort for just one man. This country really is one the best in their lawful acts despite the corruption. Much better than Japan in fact.


    Lucky for me, I noticed the problem since earlier. That no matter how wide the gap is, they can still catch up to me. Based on their way of tracking me too, the entire area must have been surrounded already.


    Truly one of the best cops in the world.


    With the knowledge that I will keep on just getting one-upped no matter what I do, I entered this black and quite simple abandoned warehouse in the middle of this cluster-fuck of a maze. I scheduled my body to take a rest just for an hour and yet before I knew it, I fell asleep.


    I checked my watch on my left hand. 3:57 pm.


    Wait, then it was already 2 hours?


    Then Damn. They must have known that I''ve been hiding here already.


    But why aren''t I caught?


    The answer was exactly before my eyes.


    Earlier, there was a simple and shabby six-wheeler truck in the center of this building. That truck, is now like a massive vacuum made to life. It''s sucking in these green, transparent light to the inside. To the point Iin fact that the light itself is being sucked like a drain in a kitchen.


    It''s almost like seeing a tornado due to the sheer power and speed of it.


    Yet, one thing''s amazing. I don''t feel it. I can only see it yet I don''t feel the pressure. The... thing is sucking those light like no tomorrow yet it feels like I''m only seeing It through a screen.


    If someone asks me what I''m actually feeling, it''s simple.


    I''m beige pushed. Rather, flattened to the wall. Some Kind of invisible force is forcing my entire body to levitate and get slammed to the wall, stuck on it. I can''t even say if it''s wind. The force feels solid yet at the same time gas. I cannot touch the force but I can feel it pressing on me.


    Fortunately, according to the shouts outside, I''m not the only victim.


    So, I can see what''s happening now. The police has pinpointed my location and has thus surrounded the warehouse. Luckily, thanks to this light show, they aren''t able to enter this building at all right now.


    I don''t even know why the hell this is happening but I have thanks to the situation.


    I should take advantage of the situation and escape while I still can.


    I move my left hand and tried to press my body up to move to the left. Barely, it does. I use my left foot, then my right hand. And then my right foot.


    Now, my entire body is moving. If one''s gonna ask how I look, they''ll most likely say, just like a spider. And I can''t deny that.


    The force is still pushing my body like some kind of huge anvil, but I''m doing alright. Centimeter by centimeter, I move. My destination, the backdoor of the warehouse.


    I may be surrounded but they shouldn''t actually call the army on me. I might be able to barely move outta this place. Besides, this is giving me the creeps. I never liked fake ass shit anyway so I would rather escape if possible.


    But just when I get near around a feet to the door, the force stops.


    I fall to the ground head first. I turn and widen my eyes.


    The truck is glowing. Glowing and swelling red to be exact. It looked like something is gonna blow.


    I hurry myself up and tried to run as fast as possible to the near exit.


    Just when the most horrible noise filled my ears.


    I fell once again. My hands covering my ears as I close my teary eyes. A scream so horrible and terrifying is filling my head. I remember every victim I''ve had in my lifetime. My memories falling into me from when I was born until now.


    Then, I slowly but surely lose the sensation of my body. From the tip of my toe, to the knee, to my chest, into my head.


    I felt numb everywhere. I tried opening my eyes. And I was astounded.


    I don''t see anything. I don''t see anything but red.


    I was dissolved. Literally dissolved. Every cell of mine is disappearing. What could possibly what I''m seeing is the only possible remaining sight my eyesight can send to the barely active brain of mine.


    My view switched to behind me. A blurry silhouette taking something from where the truck was before and falling to some colorful hole underneath him.


    Then the pain hits

 Chapter 1

    Part 1


    There''s a world, where mage-craft is the norm, and medieval is the life''s form. This world has been filled with various adventures from past heroes and villains known. Yet magic isn''t only used for battle, it is also used for the lifestyle of the people since the thousands of years the world has existed.


    In this world lies a rural of all rural villages, known as Delia. It''s a simple village with not much problems on it''s own. The kingdom helps when the time comes, while the townsfolk have been solving the village''s problems on their own for awhile. Monsters aren''t really a problem since the placement of the village is near a large city and thus, it was easy to call a quest to adventurers.


    On the third of the five hills that stands out as the village''s eye candy, lies an orphanage. Filled with abandoned children from unknown people, the church of Artic have decided to shelter these children from harm and bad influences. However, such a plan is currently...


    "STOP MAKING A MESS ALREADY!!!"


    ...not going so well.


    The Hope Orphanage, is filled with children that are possibly the most stubborn due to the desirable kids being adopted by couples as of late. Which in turn, makes the stress for the nun, Ms. Maricel, a head-racking problem.


    "YOU GOD-FORSAKEN BRATS!!!"


    ...Very head-racking problem.


    Part 2


    Ms. Marcel was an exceptional woman at her peak of 21. She has accomplished several events, that includes healing 483 men in the last war against the demons. Her capabilities saved the lives of many and perhaps made the soldier''s Morale more stronger since an angel is helping them. It was said that hundreds have asked for her hand in marriage after the battle, but she refused due to her strong loyalty to the church.


    However, after the war, she didn''t gain any merits any more. Her choices were to stay in the capital of Vistas, in which trading and men would mostly ask her for her hand as usual. It was something that even she cannot endure for weeks.


    Thus, she thought about her other options. In which, is to become an adventurer.


    However, that thought was ceased. She cannot fathom of not praying to the god, Artic even for a hours only. So the work of adventurers would be a massive hindrance to her worship, since those people would have to stay in dungeons for weeks, sometimes even months, just to get their foolish loot.


    Thus, she asked the bishop of the Vistas branch at the time if what other alternatives can she get to have some rest from the tough work of a nun. Knowing Maricel''s achievements, He introduced her to an orphanage in a rural area just south from Vistas. It may be a few hundreds of kilometers to get there by sea, but it is indeed the most peaceful village he know of. A place where Ms. Maricel would be satisfied. His only compensation would be for the people to learn of the teachings of God and for her to take care of the orphans. Naturally, she accepted without hesitation.


    The trip was a bit harsh. With storms being completely hard to navigate through and her going through different islands and riding all sorts of "vinyagan"(which is a native wooden boat) and carriages with bulls instead being used to pull.


    She arrived at the orphanage with ease. She was welcomed by the villagers and was given a tour to her new home, which was a simple brickhouse. It''s roof was covered on coconut''s leaves and it''s support was built from "kawayan" or bamboo.


    An interesting yet new lifestyle was also oriented to her, which was particularly more traditional. The village would mostly have wooden houses, or "kubo" as they call it. They eat rice and have lives based on farming. A particular simple life. It was completely different on the lifestyle in Vistas, which was influenced by the western men. Life there was definitely different from there here. If in there, they bothered appearances, in here, they couldn''t. Rather, they don''t have time for it.


    Magic is also thought here, just in a different way. In vistas, magic is thought from school for the nobles and the like. Here, experience is determined to use it. Farmers, tailors, and perhaps most other workers would use elemental-based magic for their daily lives. However, they used it without overdoing so, because they believe that nature must work on it''s own for humanity. Forcing nature would mean troubles and conflicts for future problems.


    Such a thought showed difficulty for Ms. Maricel, due to the belief of the church that magic is a blessing of god, and thus must be used for the sake of appreciation of what God has done for us. However, the villagers still accepted her and even understood what she thought to them. Something she is grateful at.


    It took her a year until she got used and got her job started.


    Now, You may ask. "But then, nothing is wrong with it then, so why is it that she has stressful problems?"Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    You see, it''s not the life that she thought of as difficult. It was after that. It wad her job that did so.


    22 years old is still a good one for her prime. Her appearance still looked like a goddess to most people and her actions looked exactly like a mother taking care of her child. But of course, such a thing is different in reality.


    You see, Maricel Macanip is an innocent woman. She was born and submitted to the orphanage in vistas that teaches women to be nun in a young age. Her entire life was filled with only training, worshipping, and helping others. To sum it up...


    She has never looked after anyone before in her entire life. She never had a mother, nor was she able to get even a mother figure. She only knew Artic and only loved Artic in her life. The only guidance she ever had was from either the bishops or from her friends back in the seminary.


    Which gave her problems once the babies have arrived.


    The village chief gave her two babies for her to care of. One, is a boy with blonde hair and cute, wide eyes. He is a son of a mistress of a noble in a neighboring city. The pain from her lover abandoning her has made her kill herself, and leaving the baby alone. Luckily, some relative was able to take hold of the baby. Unfortunately, their poverty had made them decide to send the baby off to the orphanage for a better way to live.


    The other one is a girl with black hair and sharp eyes. Her lineage was unknown but she was apparently seen on a river, crying while being pushed on her basket. Maybe the girl was abandoned by her mother and was thrown into the river. After all, such a thing is already normal in the current society. Maricel can''t help but tear up a bit from the small story.


    Luckily, names were left to the babies via some kind of paper. The blonde one is named Luke and the Girl was Lara. No surname were added, just these vague names. Needles to say, it was more than enough.


    However, hell rained once she tried to take care of the two. She learned the true pain of raising a child. Just feeding them bottles of milk was already hard enough, yet there''s still the problem of changing their underwear, making them sleep, cleaning them, making sure they aren''t going out of the cradle, and many more. Perhaps one large problem she hated was the times when the babies would suddenly cry out of nowhere in the middle of her sleep, interrupting her in the process. She has to take care of them 24/7 without getting even.


    But despite all of that, she still considers herself lucky. After all, the women in the village would sometimes help her and teach her how to raise them properly. The food was also taken care of so all she really had to do are chores and taking care of the babies.


    After a while, Maricel slowly liked the two''s cuteness. Without her knowing, she loved them like they are just her children. Just like a mother would do.


    But then, one night, the two orphans would be added into three.


    It was raining quite heavily that time. Thunder roared and the wind blew itself more stronger in every second. Houses are getting destroyed for awhile here and there. Chaos and panic erupted as people evacuated to safety.


    Maricel was helping the villagers for evacuating that night. People would get injuries from sharp ends of destroyed debris and sometimes, massive accidents would even happen. Some people that knows magic used wind magic to blow and control the various debris that are blown out of control by the tempest. Unfortunately, It was too strong for them.


    Maricel was tasked with healing the injured as much as possible. The babies were sent to the town hall, where it would be safer. The people getting injured are becoming dozens but she''s no doubt doing her best as she could. Her mana being spread into multiple people at once to make it faster.


    But then, she hears a cry. A cry she''s so familiar of. Her eyes dart to the source of the noise despite the loud, banging sound of rain falling to the ground and thunder booming on the sky. She sees a small figure covered by a white cloth just above a branch on a near maple tree.


    It''s already bad enough as it is but the tree is being pushed by the strong wind as well, making the child in a more dangerous position thanks to the tree dancing. Fortunately, she notices this immediately and called the nearby volunteers to help her catch the child, to which they did.


    The child was saved in time with everyone''s help. The child was brought down safely and it even seems like the child is fine. Something she''s grateful to the God, Artic.


    The child is a chestnut haired baby with a beautiful skin, one that could mistake it for a girl. She opens his cloth and sees a note within. She checks it out and just silently hides it into her pocket. She shouts to the crowd, asking if anyone has a child they didn''t see.


    To which, no one knew him. The next day, Maricel Spent the day searching for possible parents of the child. Yet she failed. No one rose to the task and thus was left to the nun to take care of the babies.


    Five years have passed since then.


    Maricel has become a different woman altogether. With the pain of being a mother etched into her mind, she has adopted and completely changed. Her innocence that was known as her beauty was already long gone.


    And of course, her patience is always tested thanks to the kids being mischievous.


    In front of her lies a destroyed garden bed and a five-years old Luke wearing a white tank and his red blanket tied around his back laughing while raising his toy sword above to the sky.


    "Hahaha! I have won once again!!"


    He cheerfully laughed, like a hero defeating a villain. His eyes shone as he stared into the bright sky.


    "Yeah, Luke really is cool huh? You didn''t really fight fair this time around though?"


    A black, straightened haired young girl named Lara said. Her outfit being a simple t-shirt and shorts. Hanging out with the boys have made her wear ONLY T-shirts and shorts. Something that Maricel is really concerned.


    At the corner of her eyes, she sees her storage house collapsing on it''s own. A blackened figure appearing out of it while coughing from the dust.


    "Wow... Luke, You really destroyed it this time..! You''ll get in... big...  trouble..."


    "Huh? What is it Track? What do you mean....?"


    "Ms. Maricel, I was only spectating. I didn''t do anything this time~"


    The three turned their heads towards Maricel. A vein pops as she sees Luke slowly backing away, attempting to escape. Lana tries to negotiate and talk through her, while Track just resigned to his fate and collapsed to the wreckage of the storage.


    "...STOP MAKING A MESS ALREADY!!!"


    She shouted at the top of her lungs.


    "RUN!!" Luke called to Lana, to which she followed and leapt up towards the other side of the fence. Track just groaned as he forced himself inside the wreckage.


    "YOU GOD-FORSAKEN BRATS!!!"