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

Orson and the two beasts echoed in unison, "A favor."


Raphael nodded, a subtle smile gracing his lips as his eyes remained fixed on the trio before him. Though the request might have seemed trivial coming from anyone else, the fact that it was Raphael who asked sent a shiver down their spines.


He was a force to be reckoned with, capable of demanding anything from them.


The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, the tension palpable, causing the beasts' hearts to race. Raphael stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his mere presence enough to instill fear in the bravest of souls.


Finally, Orson spoke up, shattering the silence. "Alright, Raphael. If we ever need a custom-made gadget, we'll come here." He wasted no time in turning towards the elevator, his companions following closely behind.


As the elevator doors closed, sealing them off from Raphael's unnerving presence, the three-eyed monkey turned to Orson and asked, "Is he always like that?"


The Encounter