Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this book then you probably are one and alone not knowing what to do just like I was. If you are not alone and someone or something supporting you, then cherish them with all your heart and protect them.

Being a half-blood is scary. It's dangerous and the world does not accept it.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us.

And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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"Try not to die by tripping over yourself, Zemo!", a boy shouted down the hallway, laughing like a maniac.

Zemo dismissed the petty mockery as he continued walking down the school corridor. Harassment has become a daily occurrence in Zemo's life, but it still bothered him just as much it did every single day. He was the smartest boy in this school but he has no power and is a low level. People with no power or level get picked on and bullied. Sometimes they simply vanish. Today Zemo has reached his breaking point.

Zemo turned around and immediately raised his middle finger and said "I bet all you can do is finger your mom's ass, thrash!".

Upon hearing the taunt, the boy dashed towards Jack.

"You low level piece of crap!! When are you going to learn your place in this world? The only thing you worthy of doing is groveling at my feet."

The boy raised his palm facing Zemo and a fist fist sized needle started coming out of it. When he was just a few meters away from Jack the needle shot out towards Zemo. It wasn't very fast but Zemo being a low levelled was not able to react to it and move away.

But just as the needle was about reach Zemo, it was flicked away by someone. The boy saw who it was and started shaking like a leaf and was warned, " If I see you harassing Zemo again, say goodbye to the easy life you're having now."

Upon hearing this the boy ran away.

"Let's go you jackass! Today's the last day of school and your 12th birthday. So, let's celebrate." said the Jack's saviour.

"I could have handled it myself Kane." said Zemo.

Kane was from one of the strongest families the human race had to offer and also Zemo's childhood friend. Kane has been helping out Zemo ever since Zemo lost his parents in the war, but since Zemo had no background, Kane's parents don't really approve of their friendship.

"You know you could get into trouble, if your dad find's out you are hanging out with me" said Zemo.

"It doesn't matter, so let's get going."

After hanging out with Kane, Zemo was returning to his home. He walked along the dark alley, the street lights were non-functional but since Zemo has been using these streets regularly he could now reach his home blindfolded. All of a sudden he heard a chuckle in his ear. There were no pedestrians on the streets.

Zemo stopped and shouted "Who's there?"

Noticing no one around, Zemo decided to go home.

He heard an old man's voice from behind him, "Young Master, please have pity. Pity this old beggar and give him some food."

Zemo turned his head and saw a trembling old beggar with a foul scent walking towards him. A broken bowl was grasped in his hand.

That old man didn't stand far away from Zemo and extended his broken bowl toward Su Chen. His appearance was pitiful, and his eyes were full of emptiness and despair.

Zemo sized up the old man, and said, "I don't know who you are, but you don't seem like a beggar."

The old man blankly stared, "What does young master mean?"

Zemo said with a clear voice, "This area is the most remote part of the city with hardly any people, a true beggars would know to beg where there are more people. It's just the wrong time to beg in the middle of the night. No beggar would appear at this location. Furthermore, you... Although your clothes are worn and filthy, the tears on your clothes are very clean, showing that your clothes haven't been damaged for long. Then there are also your hands. Although your body is filthy, your fingernails are very clean. This is also incorrect!"

After Zemo finished saying this, he looked at the old man, "Thus, although I don't know who you are, I am certain you are not a beggar!"

After the old man heard this, he threw his head back in a laugh, "Hahahaha! You are impressive young master! You have some exceptionally observant eyes and an incredible mind for analysis. It is just a pity your age is too young and your experience is a bit lacking and as such, you are still naive. You understand neither how to hide your own weak points nor the value of a low profile. But this doesn't matter anymore because you've come across me. Now that you've come across me, you will come to learn all of this. Meeting me is your misfortune, for I will bring you suffering. Meeting me is also your fortune, for I will give you a future with unlimited possibilities... Now let me change your eyes. They will let you see much more, see the true appearance of this world!"

With that said, the beggar raised his hand.

Before Zemo could blink, two cold spikes had already entered his eyes.

Before Zemo's vision blacked out he heard the old man exclaim, "How can this be? You are not a human! Youngster I didn't expect another of your kind. We will meet again young man."