A World That Hates Him

The sky bled with the colors of twilight, streaked with crimson and violet clouds. The winds carried whispers of fear—fear of him.

In a ruined village, a boy walked through the rubble. Haven Yuaath, a 13-year-old with brown hair and piercing eyes, stared at the flames consuming what was once a home. The villagers had already fled. They always did.

"Monster."

"Curse."

"Demon child."

Those were the words they spat at him, never daring to say them to his face but always loud enough for him to hear.

Haven clenched his fists. He didn't care. He never did. But deep inside, something twisted in his heart.

He was hated. Despised. Feared.

Not because of what he had done—but because of what he was.

The child who defied limits. The boy who could not be controlled.

The future strongest god.

But right now, he was just alone.

A Memory of the Past

Haven's gaze softened as his mind drifted to the only person who had ever loved him—Sunriyathi Yuaath.

His little sister. His everything.

She was gone. Murdered. And the one who took her life…

"Jookan Yuaath… my own brother."

Haven's fingers dug into his palm until his nails nearly pierced his skin. The flames around him crackled louder, reacting to his emotions.

"I will bring her back."

"And I will make him pay."

The Attack

A sudden gust of energy tore through the sky. Haven turned, eyes sharp.

A figure descended from above, landing in the midst of the wreckage. Clad in dark armor, glowing with a sinister aura, the man smirked.

"Haven Yuaath," the stranger said. "Rezock sends his regards."

Haven's lips curled into a small, amused smile. "Oh? And who might you be?"

"Your executioner."

The warrior lunged, his fist glowing with destructive force. The ground shattered beneath his speed.

Haven didn't move.

The punch struck. A shockwave exploded outward, sending dust and debris flying.

But when the dust settled…

Haven stood unscathed.

His teal shirt barely ruffled. His eyes burned with an ethereal glow.

"Pathetic," he whispered.

In a blur, he moved.

The warrior's body cracked as Haven's fist met his chest. The force sent him spiraling through multiple mountains, breaking them like glass.

Haven exhaled. "Weaklings like you bore me."

He turned away, already losing interest. But before he could take another step, the sky darkened.

A shadow loomed overhead.

And this time… it wasn't a mere assassin.

It was something else entirely.

Haven narrowed his eyes. A rare flicker of excitement surged through him.

"Finally… a real fight."

TO BE CONTINUED…