KCharmee

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 around the mountain became cold, and as Vernon's ear moved slightly, his lips curved inwardly.


However, it wasn't even up to a second after a chuckle escaped his mouth, and purple smoke filled the surrounding.


Afterimage of various figures donned in black robes could then be visible in the area. 


Vernon still lay peacefully on the mountain despite the change that just transpired, his eyes were still shut close, and he didn't seem to intend on leaving the mountain anytime soon.


While, Vernon had a very thin build, and didn't seem to be able to harm an insect not to talk of a human, the black robe figures didn't make the mistake of making a move on him.


At least not yet… Whoever underestimated Vernon because of his build, or innocent face, was certainly going to be killed.


There was no doubt, as the youth on the mountain was the god of death incarnate.


Vernon Orleans