Have you ever imagined living in a world where people had gained superhuman abilities? Well… I'm sure you're not the only one.

I grew up in a world just like that. I learned everything from a world like that. I gained, and lost everything because of a world like that.

Everyday, people from all walks of life wake up to news of 'dimensional beasts' spawning from errant gates inside cities. Of course, those aren't as common as breakouts outside the city walls.

Wait… I'm going off-topic. Back to talking about myself.

I was once the greatest hope of mankind— a one in a thousand year prodigy. I was touted as the one that would be closest to reaching the level we call Beyond Grade A, a level only a handful has achieved in humanity's Metahuman Awakening Era. There's another name for what they call Beyond Grade A.

God.

Well, I flopped.

Not in the way that I didn't reach Beyond Grade A or anything. That potential can be reached anytime, in a Powered human's heightened longevity.

But I flopped at being the hero the Alliance of Wanderers, and all of humanity deserved.

I single-handedly turned the war against the Society of the Free Supers around. I wasn't even a teenager at that time. The people called me the definition of a one-man army.

I was anointed by the citizens as the Blood God, at the peak of his powers. I rose to the pinnacle of the hero world in one war.

I was revered. I was elevated to superstardom. Bigger things became expected of me.

And yet I was not, in the least bit happy.

The path I walked was that of blood, and bones.

I never wanted any of that.

I was just a kid.

What I wanted was to grow. My powers are growing? So what. I couldn't care less about that.

I wanted to grow— as a human being.

I wanted to feel. I wanted to fully be human. Not just a super homo sapiens, but I wanted my emotions back.

Consequently, I found myself running. Running from the world that's slowly whittling away my sanity.

I knew that I was never a hero to begin with. I was raised to be a one-man army, a killing machine, and not a hero. I was just a tool to advance agendas and ideas.

But maybe, I just deluded myself into thinking that what I'm doing is being a hero. Fuck, I don't even know what the term means! I never studied!

I was hunted mercilessly to the desolate lands, to wiped out former settlements, and to the ends of this world. Until I found the light…

Now, hehe, I work three jobs.

I don't earn much, well, that's just par for the course for someone without any skills besides killing people.

I've not used my power much since the last time I was almost hunted to my demise, and I even boldly lied low inside a metropolis.

But don't mistake it. I can still turn this city into a killing field if those bastards dared.

For now, I'm just a part of the city's engine. A part-timer with no way of social upward mobility. I blend into the city's downtown without any issue everyday. Well, look at me. I don't look like a former Superhuman celebrity anyway. I'm a kid in my peak, so even if I'm average-looking, it's alright.

Now… uhhh… I look middle-aged— no… the kind people would say I look ugly. Those more blunt would say I look like a protagonist from an ugly bastard hentai doujin.

Hehe…

Okay. You get my drift. I just wanna live freely!

Oh… the prologue is ending and I haven't told you my name?

They called me Null, or the Nullifier if you're a stickler for longer names, when I was still exceptional.

But my real name? Hmph… I'm not telling!