Prologue

The table was arranged in such a way that all the people seating can see face of the person seating at head position. The old man at head seat looked as he is tired of his life, he was calmly eating his food while a dark skinned young man around twenty something was standing beside him with stoic expression on his face. None of the people around table concerned about the old man's condition and were enjoying the food.

A while later the it seems old man was frustrated as he put aside his fork and spoon

" Hmm.. I feeling tired nowdays I think i should assign someone else my position."

Just as the word left his mouth the person seated close to his position who seems to be his son was startled and soon broke into smile as he knew as only son of this tycoon he was the only choice. Old man saw his son's face and then he stood up gloomily and went back to his room, the dark bodyguard followed.

The grumpy old man sighed and turned to face his most loyal and only servant

" Boy , you saw that. I was poor beggar, I survived, killed my way to this position where none in the country have courage to face me. I achieved power , money everything but for what? I can see i am alone, even my family is only waiting for my death for this wealth." Man sighed once again. He knew, all this he said will not affect the young guard in front of him. The young fellow was like rock; to say it in better way; rock with sharp pointy edges, with him around nobody in whole world can hurt him unless they launch missile or something; which may fail as the young guy has connection everywhere so he can't die also. But whose fault it was?

He was the one who made him this way. The boy is only a machine; a machine who knows how to kill. He picked him from streets at age of 5-6 and started cramming in all knowledge of killing techniques and ways to survive in any condition. As the child was not able to learn things quickly and old man's profession was just started to take hike, he needed machine to protect him quickly, he handed the boy to some fanatical scientist, who knows how they experimented on him, the boy suffered brain damage but result was good as his physical limits were broken, his memory, strength, assimilating capacity increased, he become perfect weapon. But he become mute. And to make him loyal the scientist further went and used a mechanical transplant to fix a microprocessor connecting his brain with certain rules which can only be changed by the owner not even by scientist after transplanting.

As a result the old man reached this position without worry for his life and the young guy which still yet to be named become his sole pillar. Old man reminisced about past as he gazed at young man and said

" Boy, you must resent me for giving you this life. but i know you will not as I am your owner - no Maxim as planted in his brain. Even though I released you, you will

only become a machine without any aim. Sorry I cannot help you in this life but I hope in your next life you never meet someone like me.

He stepped few steps away and said

"I Kung Lao command azumith736829 [ From now on Change 'CORE RULE Maxim Protection' To ' Live your life as you would like ']"

Boy' s eyes went some change like he was thinking something.

Kung Lao pulled out gun from the drawer and looked at the boys calm expression, then he aimed a gun at particle bomb in on the table.

" Boy I will end our journey now, I cannot leave you alone, This risk I cannot take. Please forgive me."

His eyes become moist looking at the still indifferent expression of the kid.

" I Kung Lao command azomith736829[ Delete all rules ]"

Just as he said the sentence boy's expression went sudden change and he gazed at person in front of him with void look. Before he come to any conclusion, the particle bomb went of with flash everything in 100 m turned to dust. All people in mansion looked terrified as they gazed at empty space in place of family head's room. Soon they understood something , the son looked around the mansion as his face bloomed into smile thinking his future.