UnknownNameless

At the beginning he lived only because he wanted to live. But, he met that person and changed his way of seeing the current world. Unfortunately ... He knew it too late.

Fighting day and night without rest, he gained power, strength, respect and nothing else. But what he wanted to win was already gone and it was impossible to get it back.

Without having what he lacked, he isolated himself from the rest of humanity. He did not want to feel those feelings again, he did not want to lose important people in his life again. "I'm weak." It was always said.

He lived his way in solitude; always finding the danger until losing his life, or, what was left of it.

He thought it was the end but the destiny for him was uncertain.

Reborn in the origin of chaos.

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The days are published: Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

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I'm sorry if the writing is not good and has misspellings. My mother tongue is not English. 

I translate with my friend Google.

REBIRTH: Origin Of Chaos

With his right hand on his chin he stared at the horizon.


From the afternoon of the previous day he contemplated the transfer function of the system. He tried in many ways: Magic words, praying, making strange movements but, unfortunately none of the previous ones worked.


He watched Hercules licking his paws. With a smile on his face he caressed it. At that time he got the answer to his question.


A small window appeared next to Hercules.


Shaking his head without hesitation he used with his leveling points. "Hahaha, Hercules, you will not have to flee when you see those infected, you can kill them like butter."


Hercules just looked at him without understanding.


When he finished mutating to Hercules with his leveling points he looked at him. I wanted to see how he would behave. But he only saw how he was shaking, so when they finished bathing. Maybe he felt the same tingling he felt when he leveled speed and hardness.


"What's going on, you feel stronger truth, Hahaha, we're going to continue, you have to prove your new strength."


* Also, I want to keep improving my strength, I do not want to make the same mistakes of my past * He thought as he remembered something he did not want to remember again.


He drove for four full hours, only stopping when he was infected on the road. At first there were not many, but as they got closer to the city, the cars with infected people increased.


Although of course, Henry and the puppy Hercules were not in any danger. Even as they faced the infected, the two ate their second meal of the day. That's how worried they were.


Henry with delight and irritation watched the haloes and nuclei enter his body.


Regardless of time, he stopped the car at the entrance to the city.


"Well said, Hercules." He smiled, releasing the brake, letting the car run without much speed.


He watched the city fall apart in less than two days. He knew perfectly well that with infected, crazy humans and so on, the city would not last a single hour without falling into complete chaos. It was like this in all cities and towns, whether small, medium or large.


Human nature in situations like these was the worst.


But it depended on each person. Not everyone thinks the same, not everyone is educated the same, not everyone prays to the same God.


"Hercules, be careful with the unknown, it does not matter what it is, do not come near whatever happens, do you understand?"


"Hahaha, do not worry, we'll take good care of your things!".


"Do not worry, we brought you company." In his hand he held a grenade and threw it after taking the safety off.


Henry without batting an eye only saw how his truck with many supplies inside it was stolen by armed people, leaving him with nothing and many infected surrounding them.


Seeing the situation, he could only sigh and shake his head. He never thought that wanting to help others would turn out that way.


"Dammit!". It roared attracting more infected.


"Hercules, we have to get our anger out, you know how."


With a look that could kill, the bones in his hands and neck thundered. He did push-ups and jogged in the same place without moving. It seemed like he was preparing for a marathon.


Seeing that they were approaching, they threw themselves at them, unleashing a brutal massacre. 


The two transformed from an innocuous human and puppy into the God of death and cerbero.


And all that began by being a good person.


To be a good person