"Are you sure he will be perfect?"
"Yes, among all the heroes before our servitude began. He was the only one that was capable of changing history."
"Even though he had a hard childhood, he still grew up to develop a valiant and kind heart with a strength to back up his foolish kindness. No one will be a better candidate than him."
"Though the problem still remains on whether we will be able to send it directly to him or not. It's been millennia since our kind was turned into slaves by those immortals. We don't even know if the artifact works or not. The most we can do is hope."
"Yes, hope is all that is left for us… for the rest of humanity."
A world engine, a machine capable of terraforming an entire planet was used as a battery for a certain artifact that the remainder of humanity obtained after countless sacrifices.
A machine capable of sending information to the past. Information that can change the entirety of the future.
And the group of people that stood in front of the machine calmly analyzed the remaining scriptures of that great war and the life of the individual that was later known to be called Ashen Phoenix.
They were looking for all the records that they could find, including locational, feature, time and aura data.
It's been thousands of years since that war, since the day humanity lost and was later enslaved by those that claim themselves to be immortal.
It was a war in which humanity lost most of their history, technology and knowledge. To adapt and live in the new world, they were forced to learn the ways of their conquerors, causing their way of life to be completely destroyed and their identity to be forgotten.
Though few humans still pursued freedom, holding onto the lost technology of humans and learning and perfecting it as much as they could.
They searched for even more of the lost technology and then learned who this legendary figure actually was through a database called Twitter files.
"If not for him reporting this fool, we wouldn't have been able to find his exact location that day."
It would seem that Ashen Phoenix whose real name was Ramanathan, reported a troll account who was saying some racist things. Which in turn recorded the time and place he was during that time.
"Let's just start and pray for success."
So they began.
Hoping to change their future.
*****
A few thousands years ago, the spiritual energy has just started to emanate from the earth, causing various changes in biological physiology of humans.
The first batch of superheroes were born and became the cause for the 3rd world war.
Though it was not as bad as before, the governments all over the world abstained from using any nuclear means.
But even if they did, what can they do in front of superhumans capable of annihilating entire cities on their own, the most they can do is just anger those powerful beings.
So the war happened and people died.
Countless governments collapsed and new ones took their place.
It took a total of fifty years for the situation to stabilize and another ten years for the world to recover its previous lost variety with a generation of kids that didn't know much about war.
Though they still looked forward to awakening and obtaining superpowers.
Though for a certain individual that day which originally started as the best day in his life, soon turned into a worst day when he found out about his power.
"Grow teeth longer?"
So he hid after the great disappointment he suffered.
He stopped going to school and focused on things he was good at. And that was shitposting, trolling and being an internet nuisance as much as he can.
It got so bad that even his family abandoned him after they were tired of his disposition. But this man turned out to be a genius, through online trading and selling famous but inactive accounts that he hacked to others, he was able to eke out an empty living.
"Yess yes yes… nonono… no.. yes.. Yes."
"FUCK!!"
Looking at his lost money, the nose of the young boy fumed with anger. He wanted to bash his phone on the table. But he stopped.
He was already poor as shit, no way he is going to break his own phone.
"I shouldn't have betted on them." The worst part about his current method of making money is that you can't always find people that would need ID's that he is selling.
Watching the team on which he betted most of his monthly allowance on losing so pathetically during semi-finals, Luvi wanted to hang himself.
But considering he was now poor as fuck and the fat on his body. He sure as hell can't afford a rope strong enough to handle his weight.
"This is all due to this shit betting app."
Going onto twitter, Luvi started to write shit about app developers that turned racist by the end. But to Luvi, it didn't matter.
If he loses this account, he doesn't mind it at all. This was not his real account to begin with and he can make unlimited fake accounts to begin with.
"Heh… You bitches fucked with me… showing me false statistics which caused an error in my judgement. Just see what I am going to do."
After making a long tweet, cursing and deriding the devs. He made several other similar posts from multitudes of his fake accounts.
Though for this post to pick heat and the devs to suffer the consequences of their actions.
Someone famous was needed, famous people that will increase exposure to these posts.
"Well @RagingGmer hates censorship and is someone that is also into e-sport gambling."
Then Luvi started to no-life in full force.
He had a few hacked twitter IDs whose users were a lot famous at a time, but they have since become inactive. Giving Luvi a chance to hack them.
And it just so happens, he also knew one of these famous users in real life.
"Yeah, gonna use that snobbish idiots ID for this."
So Luvi loaded up the ID of the little guy who obtained an S iter ability and a small smile appeared on Luvi's face.
"Well this is the most you can do for me."
Knowing that @RagingGmer was going to enjoy this little scoop of a famous superhero candidate defending a betting app. Luvi can imagine the kind of scrutiny that guy named Ram would face.
And even if somehow this guy proves that his ID was hacked and he didn't defend a betting app. His name would still be affected and there will always be people doubting him.
So with a big smile, Luvi made a post about reporting his own account due to racism and then pressed send.
"Ah… I forgot to set up proxies…"
These words were cut short as a blue light suddenly crashed into his head, knocking him out.
The last sound that played in his ears was the shitty bird sound of twitter.
'Wtf.. am I dying?'
*****
It was knowledge out of this world.
A world filled with despair and hopelessness. There was no future in the world that appeared in front of him.
The human race were turned into mercenaries that fought in a war not their own.
If they reproduce more, they are killed.
If they got stronger than what was allowed, they were killed.
If they fought between each other, they were killed.
If they looked at the higher figures among immortals, they were killed.
Their culture was destroyed, their language deleted from history, anything that can form a sense of identity was destroyed from humanity.
The immortal conquerors turned humanity into savage slaves that were born to live for their master, fight for their master and die for their masters.
It was not a life one can even imagine. No, this life was more like hell on earth.
"This is the future of humanity, the life that we live now."
Then a scene started to play out in the mind of Luvi.
"There is no hope here, we have tried our best. But it is impossible to defeat immortals. They are too strong and it's too late."
"So we hope that you who receive this message stop this future from happening. Please become strong and help others become stronger."
"In this knowledge we sent to the past, we have different strengthening paths that we humans can use and later developed after learning from Immortals."
"There are also details about all the important heroes of your era that we were able to find. Along with the villains."
"Of course this includes you as well, your great past is what drove us to choose you."
Luvi was confused over what was going on… whether this was a hallucination or reality. Whether the claims of these floating balls were true or not.
He was not even sure he was alive anymore.
But the moment he heard that he had a great future ahead and he might be the greatest hero in existence. A small smile appeared on his face.
'I knew my life was not going to end like that.'
"Of course, it's not just that. There are also a lot of other information that might have been useful to you in the past."
"The ball of light keeps going on and on, talking about what kind of knowledge from the future was sent to him."
Which made Luvi think someone might even be pranking him with their ability.
Though, he still had some hope. The world was already going crazy over superpowers, so this kind of thing was not weird.
And if it's not weird, there was a chance of a grand future ahead of him.
A future where he is a king of humanity with hundreds of wives.
"So we hope for your success, Mister Ramanathan."
"Huh?"