[Author's note: I'm a novice author, but I want to ascend to heaven!. Your help would mean a lot to me. Thanks!]
In a small wooden house, a bearded man with the smell of alcohol impregnated in his body was lying on the floor.
Several men banged on her door loudly, constantly.
"Open the door now! Where is my grandson!?"
The person on the other side of the door looked furious, with long gray hair and a body forged with years of training.
"Poof!"
The old man kicked the door with his foot, sending it flying.
Entering the room quickly, he sees the bearded man sleeping among several animal skins.
He was drawing his sword, prepared to kill that disappointment.
One of his men had seen his actions, he quickly stopped the old man from doing something he would regret.
"Master, only he knows where your grandson is, calm down."
The man spoke a few words of comfort.
Understanding the situation and seeing that he was carried away by emotions he quickly returns the sword to its sheath.
He was going to wake the man up normally, but when he got close to the man he smelled alcohol filling his nostrils.
'That bastard dare over to drink in that situation!?'
In less than a second a red aura washed over the house, the old man with disgust visible in his gaze.
The aura made the whole house shake, several pieces of furniture being destroyed.
The soldiers behind quickly steadied themselves on the ground, so as not to be pushed around.
The aura about the old man was so thick and hideous. So animalistic.
The soldiers didn't have the courage to stop the old man.
The ground shook, a falling stone hit the sleeping bearded man in the face, waking him up.
He had a bad headache, and that earthquake was like torture.
He thought the village was under attack.
When his eyes regained their focus, he felt like he was going to piss himself.
The sharp eyes on an intense murderous aura about him was frightening.
He tried to go backwards, but that murderous aura prevented him from making any move.
Those were the eyes of a predator.
He couldn't even breathe, his entire body aching.
One of the soldiers behind the old man thought the situation was going too far.
"Sir! Stop, please."
Obviously that aura was not so monstrous for the soldiers, but they knew that if the old man wanted to unleash his true aura on the place, there would be no more soldiers or men left than a large crater.
In the soldiers' minds a fear of the person in front of him was reinforced, after all, he was technically very controlled here.
When the old man withdrew his murderous aura, they were finally able to relax.
The old man grabbed the bearded man by the neck, lifting him up.
Those eyes of a predator, the man wouldn't dare to lie.
"Where is my grandson?"
The man's words were calm, but seeing someone like him talking like that was scarier than him threatening.
Even though his neck was being squeezed, he still spoke.
"I left him at the house..."
He couldn't complete the sentence as his oxygen was almost gone. The old man then loosened his hands.
"In what house." spoke the old man
The man took a breath, to speak the rest.
"In the abandoned house in the north."
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man slammed him into the wall hard.
The murderous aura was going to come out of the old man's body and destroy everything, plus he realized it was going to affect his soldiers as well.
"Execute him!"
After saying these words he jumped through the ceiling and disappeared like the wind...
In an abandoned-looking house, a baby lay on the cold floor, her hair white and her body malnourished.
The whistling of the wind passing through the cracks of the house was constant, in the sky clouds blocked the sun.
Suddenly a light shone over the baby's body. The baby's eyes opened, he was feeling pain all over his body.
As he tried to reason, his death memories became clearer. He was very confused, he felt very uncomfortable in that body.
He tried to get up, to no avail. He thought he might be in the hospital, even though his surroundings were very strange.
He looked around, seeing the thin, worn wooden walls, many cobwebs there.
It felt like no one had been here very long. Then he felt the cool breeze sweep over his body, making him shiver.
His body seemed all numb from the cold. The more he regained his control over his body, the more he felt the grip of death close to him.
The only thing on his body was a thin blanket of fur, barely able to cover his small body.
He felt an emptiness in his belly. It seemed that the cold had prevented him from feeling his immense hunger.
He kept hearing snores, barely able to think clearly.
He doubted this rustic place was a hospital. He thought he might just be having a nightmare.
He found that thought funny, after all, it was all too real for a nightmare.
The helpless feeling he felt was real, he was sure of it.
he badly could move his body. He could only see death take him...
Even knowing he was helpless, he was getting more panicked each second.
His breathing became erratic, cold sweat pouring out of him.
He tried to think calmly looking for some way to survive, it was very difficult. His thoughts were getting cloudy.
He looked around. Then he saw a cockroach a few meters away from him.
He had a visible disgusted face, after all, he was almost next to him.
Then he had a funny thought. If he had to die, he would at least take this cockroach.
He wanted to laugh, even though he was barely able to.
He thought for a few seconds before deciding what to do.
In the next moment, he used all his remaining strength to bite his lip.
"Argh!" A low groan of pain could be heard.
Quickly, blood began to flow from his mouth.
Already stopped, he stared at the cockroach with the eyes of a predator.
After a few seconds, the cockroach's antennae began to flutter.
His paws began to trace a path for him, slowly.
A few moments, she would stop and wave her antennae. He was motionless, not even breathing.
When the cockroach got to a small drop of blood, it began to feast.
While she was totally absorbed, someone was looking at her in disgust.
'Die.' That was his thought, just before he threw his head over the cockroach.
"Argh!" He screamed, feeling extreme pain in his head.
Slowly he lifted his head, only to see the small squashed cockroach.
Some of his paws were still moving, making him think she was very resistant.
He felt the urge to headbutt him again. However after remembering the pain, he just stood there and watched.
Just as the cockroach seemed to have completely died, a sound startled him totally.
"Ding!"
[Starting system...]
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[Author's Note: Thanks for reading this chapter. English is not my language, so if there are any spelling mistakes or anything like that, I hope you can let me know, thanks!.]