Chapter 2: The White Devil
Despite staying up all night, Ethan didn't feel tired. As soon as he learned to walk, he began to subject his body to light training to refine his own muscles. Obviously he didn't do anything crazy like adopting intensive training at age 3, because at that time his body was still very fragile. Even light training at his age gave him a big advantage compared to other kids. Thus, his body naturally stored more energy and functioned better than his peers.
His eyes were glued to the ceiling, but it wasn't like he was paying attention to what was in front of his eyes. In his mind, Elder Rose's death was repeated several times making him relive that moment, until now Ethan has never felt real fear towards his past life, however Rose's words reminded him of who he was before.
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Earth - 2035
This was the 4th year of a world war that involved the entire world in a colossal way. The stupid leaders of the earth used to fight for all sorts of things, lands, resources, ores, money, power... and this time was no different, at that moment all the world powers were in a relentless race for power, to be able to subjugate all the world's powers. others and emerge victorious.
4 years ago humanity was shocked by the emergence of superhumans. Suddenly, things that people only saw in movies and comic books started happening in front of you. People lifting cars with their hands, shooting lightning, generating fire with their own bodies, controlling water... No one knows how these abilities came about, but the undeniable fact is that they were real.
As expected, this was an important tipping point in the world's balance of power. The one who managed to bring the most superhumans to their side was generally seen as the most powerful. Contrary to what we saw in the comics, a mysterious hero did not emerge to save humanity, there were those who tried, but ended up not having a happy ending.
These superhumans gradually began to integrate into armies and fight on the front lines. With this the battles also started to become more brutal as the number of casualties for each country started to increase exponentially.
Cities full of innocents began to be bombed by superhumans. Walking around the city after an attack it would be miraculous to see at least one building standing. Whenever soldiers retreated from a battle they left a trail of destruction there, a red trail formed by the blood of millions of innocents.
In a darkened room located in an unknown government facility, a man was looking at the various panels on the walls. These panels displayed a wealth of information about geological terrain, military power, influential people, and rival countries' economies.
The purpose of this was to find out how to attack that country directly using the least amount of its forces. The more time passed, it didn't seem like it was a question of defeating the opponents, but of finding out who would stay at the end of this war. Would the humans keep fighting until there was only one of them?
Despite everything, the man on that particular day couldn't concentrate on his work. On the screen in front of him he can see a panoramic image of a big city, in an instant a black dot descended towards the city and 5 seconds later it exploded in the air causing a mushroom-shaped explosion of hundreds of kilometers.
Suddenly the door opened and from it appeared a man full of scars on his face, this man was tall, bald and wore a black shirt that matched his muscles, a leather belt with some grenades attached to it and light brown pants. Also, he wore a white coat on his back which, frankly, he never bothered to wear properly. Upon seeing the video that the red-haired man was watching, the bald man smiled and said:
"Are you still watching this video? Well, you did a great job on that bomb, understandably you're proud. Honestly, your Hyper Intelligence is crazy. "He praised...
The red-haired man nodded as if he had no soul. His lifeless eyes constantly stared at the image the screen flashed over and over, if the bald man hadn't been there just seconds ago he would have sworn the redhead was dead from his gaze.
"This is the look of a man who has given up everything. The bald man thought in alarm.
"How many people died In this attack?" the red-haired man asked.
"Norman, this is the tenth time you've asked me that. "
"HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED IN THIS ATTACK?! ". shouted Norman.
"The bomb detonated, taking with it three entire cities and with them 2 million people died. About 200,000 people from nearby cities suffered serious injuries from the shock wave." The bald man replied with a serious tone.
"Thanks..." Norman replied. "Do you have the data I asked you to collect?"
"They are here." The man handed Norman a tablet.
After the man left the room, Norman continued to observe the panels. He used to remember his life from 5 years ago before he was cursed with this ability. Norman was a very famous teacher in the region where he worked, mainly for his creative teaching methods, he was the first teacher in history who made students eager to go to school.
However, all of that suddenly changed. His classroom had been replaced by a laboratory and his duty to nurture people's minds with knowledge was eventually replaced by his duty to kill them.
'What choice do I have?' He made excuses to himself.
When the military invited him, there didn't seem to be an option to decline. So Norman was forced to work on weapons of mass destruction projects to strike fear into the hearts of other countries. He did not fail in this duty, his inventions became so well known that they even created a nickname for Norman "The White Devil". The reason for this nickname was because all of his inventions were predominantly white, what no one knew was that choosing this color was a silent plea for peace, even though the effects of what he created were literally the opposite of that.
'How are those kids doing?' Norman wondered. 'Would I be able to look them in the eye the way I am?'
Norman picked up one of the whiskey bottles above one of the tables and took a long drink. The liquid running down his throat made him momentarily forget the pain in his chest, however, as he pulled his lips away from the bottle, reality hit him again. In a gesture of anger Norman threw the bottle against the wall, breaking it to pieces.
"You look a little shaky, Norman. "a voice said suddenly.
Seeing the one that had appeared Norman smiled. But it wasn't a happy smile, it was as if Norman's face was twisting to keep from releasing all the pent-up anger on his face at that moment.
"Commander, what brings you here?" Norman asked.
The commander was an old man with a scar starting from his brow and running down to his cheeks. He had a weather-beaten face and gray hair that escaped the beret on his head, and he wore a military uniform with seven medals attached to his chest.
Behind the commander were two soldiers with an erect posture, they held in their arms rifles pointed directly at Norman's chest. Seeing this, Norman himself smiled and took a sip from another bottle of whiskey.
"Do I need a little favor from you, Norman?" The Commander said.
"Let's cut the small talk, Henry..." Norman said calling the commander by name. "I know what brings you here…you're after this, right? "Norman pointed to his own head.
"Indeed, you are correct. "Henry said without changing his expression. "You're unstable right now, Norman. You don't recognize how worthy it is to fight for our country, in the future I expected you to be there when our nation takes the leadership of the world for good, but it looks like that won't be possible."
"Worthy, you say?" Norman started to laugh. "All you old idiots do is sacrifice innocent people's lives for your own interests! It's all a game to you, right? You stand in your mansions and luxury hotels while people go to war to die for selfish desires. "
"Like I said you're unstable. "Henry said. "But your brain is an important raw material, with it we can discover the secret of Hyper Intelligence and implant it in another person. Don't worry Norman, when this war is over we'll make a statue in your honor.
"I don't know if you've noticed Henry, but I don't plan on getting out of here alive. Norman took another swig of whiskey. "However, I won't let you do what you want either. "
"What you mean? "A vein popped in Henry's forehead.
"What I mean, shit Commander… is that Hyper Intelligence is going to hell with me. Just like all my work."
At that moment a shot was heard followed by a glow that lit up the whole room, in the next instant Norman's body was on the floor without his head while a red mist covered the entire room.
"He pulverized his own head! "Henry was foaming with rage at that moment. Without Hyper Intelligence there was no guarantee that they would win that war.
At the same time the whole place started to shake, the shaking was so much that the panels started to give way and fall one by one while some objects above the tables shook violently. Seeing this Henry knew exactly what was happening.
"Run! This room is going to explode!"
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Um_Ninguem
Um_Ninguem Hello everyone! I am a Brazilian Author who likes stories with systems. Well, I don't speak English, so I use google translator in my story. This is a novel without many commitments, in fact, I am writing it with the purpose of training my plot in order to write a story that came to my mind a short time ago.
I ask you to indicate in the comments any errors regarding the plot and, if possible, give me tips on how to improve my writing in general. I can't do much about the wrong sentences because I don't really speak English.
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