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

Indira's words hung in the air, her voice tinged with regret and resignation. As Raphael listened, a subtle smirk crept across his lips, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes.

He regarded her without a smile or a frown, his thoughts concealed, but the expression on his face betrayed his amusement. It was clear to Indira that he was mocking her.

"Listen, Raphael, I'm sorry," Indira pleaded, her voice laden with sorrow. "But this is how it's meant to be."

A deep sadness etched itself onto her features as she spoke, every word accompanied by a profound melancholy. But Raphael's response was as expected—short and nonchalant.

"Okay," he replied, his indifference not surprising Indira at all. She knew all too well how he guarded his emotions, pushing others away when things became too intense.

Indira took a deep, steadying breath, preparing to voice her thoughts, but before she could utter a word, Raphael interrupted her.

Revelation II