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After the acid rainfall, which killed about a quarter of the world's population. Mankind was still recovering from that horrible incident when superpowers gave rise to society.

With about sixty percent of mankind possesses various abilities from manipulation of elements, invulnerability, super strength, shape-shifting, acid generation, etcetera. The world soon stepped into the era of the supernatural.

In the new supernatural community, flocking around with heroes who deemed themselves as the guardian of the society, and villains who wanted to rebuild the world in their way, humans without superpowers are being discriminated against and looked down on.

Raphael, a teenager from one of the undeveloped communities in the world, turned out to be a genius among geniuses.

Apart from being born with the power to induce decay on anything whether the target was organic or not, he also had an extraordinary talent in the field of technology and mechanics, and he could build technological advancement, enhancement, and weaponry.

Once enrolled in the infamous academy for villains, watch as Raphael bends the world to his will and finally brings peace and stability to the supernatural world. 

This time around, it will be a new world… A world of truth, not lies.

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Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction, I have no intention of offending any kind of group, any resemblance to actual people, places, events, and even business are either coincidental or used fictitiously.

Rise of the Crusader

The atmosphere was intense as tension existed among a few of the students as the referee took two pieces of paper out of the selection boxes.


"Posner Hall from the norms division, Ana Campbell from the murderer division, please step forward."


While the murderer division remained completely calm when one of their own was called out, the same couldn't be said for the norms division.


Posner bit his lower lips hard when he heard his name and the person he was up against.


However, after a few seconds, he stood from his seat and approached the grand stage.


Donned in their costumes, Ana stared at Posner, and so did he.


Their thoughts were unknown, but while Ana had a neutral expression on her face, Posner's hands were clenched into a fist. Encountering a student of the murderer division at the early stage was of the tournament was considered bad luck to him.


The referee stared at the duo, standing beside him, "Fighters ready?" He asked.


The academy tournament I