Gregor_americana

Humanity was destroyed at the hands of gods. Every human died or should have died. One survived. One human who did not care for other humans and did not want revenge survived the attack. He became something known as a Harbinger. 

Harbingers are beings that are beyond normal understanding. Even the gods cannot control them. Clive Belmont, a teenager who survived the attack of the gods, set out on a journey to find peace and unravel the mystery of the System that made him a Harbinger. 

His journey would be long but as a Harbinger, he will not face many problems. He will harvest  and become stronger in order to break free from the shackles of System and control the entire System.

Spirit Harvester

I know this a bit weird but I am doing it backwards. Hello, this the author. I decided I should do a special chapter for passing 1k views. This is an introduction chapter but there are only 2 characters. So I will add a special POV too.

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Clive Belmont: The MC. He is a apathetic boy of 17. Taller than average with a height of 181 centimeters. And a weight of 78 kilograms.

His personality is a bit twisted. Unpredictable, in a word that's it. Too disconnected from reality. Brash and does not understand feelings of others.

Also a little too level headed. One might think, he is not human. Totally unfazed by irregular things and quite accepting.

Wants a peaceful life and is dependent on the flow. He does not make a decision and lets nature run its course.

Hazel: His partner. A brown golden retriever dog. Gender female. Met Clive after a day of the annihilation. A really clever dog. Always understands what Clive says and gives him advice. Whenever they come across a dead body, she always brings a flower when Clive buries it. Might be too capable of a dog and is weirdly attached to Clive.

Clives parents: They were a loving couple but as parents, they failed. When Clive killed a molester and it became an incident, they turned their backs on Clive.

And they had feared their own son till their death. It wasn't like that in the beginning but after that, they totally changed. A complete 180 degree turn.

I love little girls. I just enjoy watching them. But that enjoyment turned into obsession before I knew it.

Whenever I saw little girl, my eyes would wander. I could only think of little girls. They are like pure angels.

Pure and untainted unlike the older ones. The older ones seem slutty to me. But I am a member of society.

So I could not put a hand on them. But one day I lost it.

I took a girl and went to a quiet place. And I did all sorts of unspeakable things to her.

Then I finally awoke to the pleasure. I found pleasure in that forbidden act.

Doesn't it excite you to do something taboo? I finally understood why people love forbidden things.

The thrill and pleasure is to die for. Since that day, I always did something to little girls. Whenever I found a little girl alone, I took her to my home and violated her.

Only little girls. My strike would be girls of 8 to 10. But I forgot one thing.

The police actually found a photo of me. So I have to hide from them.

But I was discovered. They chased after me and I ran with all my strength.

Then a nursery school came into sight. I just dashed in and locked the door of the I could enter.

There were kids in the room and no teacher.

So I thought I can take them hostage.

There were both girls and boys. Seeing little girls, I couldn't control my desires.

I found some skipping ropes and I used that to tie the boys.

The girls were terrified at that sight and some boys charged at me.

I knocked them down and tied them up. Then only a single boy was left.

Maybe, my sight was too narrowed. I could only think of the little girls but I failed to notice.

By the time I came to my senses, I felt pain.

An unimaginable amount of pain ran through to my brain. And my left eye went blank.

The pain was too much for me to handle and I roll on the ground writhing in pain.

The boy who stabbed me stared at me with cold eyes. Like I was someone unworthy of his attention.

I was about to get up and strangle that boy. But before I could do that, he came near me and took the thing out of my eye.

But he stabbed it in my crotch this time.

I nearly died at that and it probably would have been better if I had.

The pain of eye was nothing compared to that. Having my balls crushed was probably the last thing I remember.

I just lost consciousness and it never came back. I fell into a deep sleep and I could not open my eyes anymore.

Introduction