On a rosy day, Asher, a completely ordinary man, was traveling on his bicycle. His body was tense, and his face was scrunched up. He was running late for work, and this wasn't his first time. He was well aware of the treatment he would receive for being late.
But he couldn't help it, as he had woken up late despite the countless alarms he had set. This was a regular occurrence at the company he had joined five or six years ago. Asher's shield of being the youngest and most inexperienced member of the team had been taken away two years ago, but despite his best attempts, he couldn't set a good example.
From these events, you might believe that Asher was at fault. Dark circles covered half his face, and his once well-built body had lost all its weight and shine. His physical condition was both the reason for and proof of why the company was enduring him. But no, the company wasn't run by compassionate people who would take care of a sick employee. Instead, they were the reason behind his sickness.
The last time Asher had come to the company was five days ago, and he wasn't on sick leave. He had been working for five days straight, relying on caffeine to keep going.
This kind of schedule might have been fine once or twice, and that was the problem as this kind of schedule was repeated every year and month, leading to insomnia and severe depression.
His spiralling mental condition led to murderous thoughts, which he usually suppressed or vented on animals. Yet these thoughts only increased which led to his recent violent escapedes with peopes including strangers.
Maybe this was the reason that he chose to do all that.
Asher who was using all of his physical strength, to cross the tunnel was suddenly impacted violently and flung in the air. Thanks to his cycling equipment especially because of his helmet, a fatal head injury might have been prevented. Cause what happened next couldn't be explained by traditional or past science.
" Aish! If only you weren't giving me head, this accident would not happened." A few minutes later, a couple got out of the car.
The woman's hair was rough and scattered, and she was licking her lips but seeing Asher struggling to get up, her forehead creased.
A man who was rushing toward the injured spat upon seeing their indifference. But before he could reach the injured, Asher stood up his head ringing intensely, even though blood was flowing freely from his head and hands, pleasure was coursing throughout his body.
Looking at the couple indifference and their lovey doviness after hitting him, rage surged through him as the ringing in his head intensified.
His eyes turned bloodshot and with grinding teet, he spat a bloody spittle on the floor.
His knuckles turned white from the intense pressure they were subjected to, as he ignored his aching body and forced it to stand up.
With a gait that cloesely resembled a drunk person, he swayed and staggered toward them, looking so precarious that a wind might blow him away.
Despite his unsteady gait, he refused the help of others and pushed them aside strongly.
Already sick and disgusted by this society which continued to live happily despite his suffering, his rage only grew as he saw the couple smiling while whispering to each other.
Upon reaching them, he smiled however it didn't take long before hysteria consumed him. As he laughed hysterically, he grabbed their face and banged their head against their own car.
A sickening crunch echoed out as their head caved in and their eyes bulged out.
But seemingly not seeing not realisng that, he ignored the arms trying their utmost to free the couple from his grip and pushed his fingers into the couple's larynx and pulled upwards.
In seconds, before anyone could react or scream, an strangely melodious tearing sound rang out softly as the couple's head were teared apart from their original position.
Everyone who watched this atrocity happened froze and their taut nerves held their breath as they prepared to bolt away at a moment notice while they simultaneously backed away slowly. But soon piercing screams broke through this stillness as some people fell, and a mayhem started as the situation dissolved into a stampede.
Seeing the crowd's scream, Asher clutched his head, his headache intensifying. As his agitation grew, so did the desire for the silence.
Out of nowhere flames erupted around him, and spread everywhere covering the entire bridge.
People burned, vehicles expolded along with them parts of humans could be seen, the bridge buckled and crumbled as burning body fell from the sky like broken stars.
As his victims screamed in terror, despair, and cried their heart out while clutching their motionless family who had long stopped crying, he squealed in delight, especially when he heard children screaming and father's doing their outmost to save their family.
Their scream was music to his ears, not lessening the headache haunting him but his veins lookings like green snakes did pop out in pleasure.
"Ah! This was relaxing." With his eyes closed, he inhaled the burning smoke around him. As he did so, his lips twitched upward as he took in the scene of destruction. 'Maybe I won't need to go to the office', he thought to himself blankly.
As the screams subsided around him, he clicked his tongue, and the twitching of his lips stopped, but the fire burning on his hand and all around him didn't extinguish.
As he breathed out, a fiery creature came out and his clothes turned to ash and flew away with the wind as his whole body got covered in fire.
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In future, this naked Asher was regarded as the first villain and potentially the first human who awoke his dormant superhuman gene.
Unfortunately, this wasn't some isloated case. For factors unknown, humans started turning into superhumans and it birthed countless villains, bringing a long era of chaos.