Innate

 Chapter 1

"P.S.C huh…." said the shopkeeper in a guff voice nonchalantly looking at a handheld device on the counter " sorry kid but this is a trash….supercomputers, handheld or otherwise, are worth nothing"

Seven feet tall, an extremely muscular shopkeeper looked at the youngster covered in dark green cloak, only his dark swirling eyes can been seen, who brought this device to sell to him.

His shop was not the biggest in this small district snf he is just a humble shopkeeper which deals in buying and selling trash collected by scavengers who were  looking for easy money or to buy some kind of buff to help them for their travels to other parts of the planet.

If this youngster just bought a single PSC to sell that means he isn't that powerful enough to gather more "treasures" to sell.

And looking at his swirling irises in his eyes that means he Innate energy user and that means he cannot use Gears.

All Innate energy users, even though they were very very rare to begin with, fall into the category called obsolete.

Because no matter what they cannot stand against Gear users at all in a battle.

It's just a theory, as there hasn't been any account that any Innate user has won a fight against even type 0 gear users.

Which is why even if they are rare in the galaxy, most of them would be found in planets in the Forsaken Realm of the galaxy.

And like the name suggests, forsaken realm mean, people who are is lowest in hierarchy such as slaves, nomads/scavengers and criminals from other four realms of the galaxy.

This Innate Youngster lowered his swirly eyes in disappointment as he picked up his PSC and decided to try to sell some other shop some other day.

Looking at his disappointment, shopkeeper signed 

"Listen kid when quality doesn't work, then quantity works. What I mean is that if you are able to gather this kind of trash in bulk then I can buy it in bulk for an acceptable price" said the shopkeeper kindly.

"How much are we talking about?" Asked the youngster picking up his PSC.

"Hmmm..about 50 of these pieces" said the shopkeeper.

Youngster was shocked to hear the amount he has to collect for selling this kind of stuff.

"That much!!! It's too high!!" Said the youngster, his swirling black eyes dimmed at this.

"Sorry kid, that's how it is," said the muscular shopkeeper shuggering. 

That youngster signed and left the shop.

This district was like a desert where sandstorms and fast wind are very common.

Population of this district isn't much, here most of the people here are scavengers and small-time thugs or whores.

Here people don't have more than type 0 gear to  type 2 gear which is more than enough to loot or defend themselves from each other or from small beasts who end up near district.

And if there is any Innate users or non combat gear users( expect rich professionals) are here, than they are kidnapped and sold to slavery for free labours 

After leaving the shop, the youngster covered himself with the cloak entirely and left the place. 

After a couple of seconds three people followed him.

Shopkeeper saw three thugs following that innate  from his shop and shaked his head in sadness.

Although he wanted to help that Innate but he saw the gang insignia on of these guys forehead.

it was desert snake gang insignia. and this district is one of three districts that come under this gang.

he doesn't want any conflict with those criminals at all.

"Another Innate will lose his life at such a young age."

After a while, that youngster left the district on foot. He doesn't have enough money to hire local transportation but it doesn't matter because where he lives, no transportation will drop him there.

As Innate energy user, he cannot use any kind of Gears whether it is combat, support or convenience such as household stuff.

anyways he cannot use any kind of vehicle as well.

He has to do by everything by hand and using normal technologies or robots.

Suddenly he heard a loud sound of a sky bike approaching from the sky, he stopped and turned to see three people landing couple of feat away from him.

A sky bike can carry 4 people

They got off one by one and grinning cockily at him, he could sense bloodlust from them as they came near him.

He can see two of them had a fancy dagger while third one had big sledgehammer on his back

Two were scrawny looking while third one who was carrying sledgehammer was bulky muscular man but not as much as shopkeeper in that district.

They had gang snake like insignia on their forehead,

"Hey dude!!! Lost somewhere? How about we give you lift?" Asked one of three while walking towards him.

Cloaked youngster looked at them and signed.

"No but thank you for your kind offer….now if you excuse me I need to be at home" said the youngster.

"Hahaha….but we won't let you decline our offer you know" said second one as three stopped infront of him. "You are an Innate you know…you are very rare commodity"

"Our boss like his commodity intact….so come with us quietly" said bulky man unleashing his boollust.

Other two who were with him shudder when they felt more bloodlust from their third partner who was stongest among them.

Innate were not rare once, or rather they became rare.

Because gear can upgrade by two ways 

Either by lot of cubic energy which require tons of resources or by exctracting energy from Innate which leads to slow and extremely painful death of Innates

Which is why no matter what realm in any part of galaxies 

Innates are treated as 'commodity' and 'commodities' doesn't have rights.

"Sorry I have no interest in meeting anyone…please leave me alone" said the youngster bored in tone.

All three laughed at him….suddenly bulky man sprint and threw haymaker at him.

As other continues to laugh looking their partner going knock the lights out of the cocky Innate but suddenly they stopped as they witness something right out of their nightmares.

That youngster just cought the punched without even flinching. He brought his index finger to forehead that bulky man and lightly tapped it.

That bulky man head blew off in showers of blood and gore scaring shit out of other two.

An Innate just killed a type 1 gear user by just tapping on his forehead!!!!!

that's impossible.

An Innate cannot be this powerful no matter what!!!.

They strummble back in fear as they started running back to their bike.

"Y-y-ou let me tell you we are from Desert snake gang!!" Shouted one " our boss is type 2 gear holder!!! Let as go" 

As both get on the bike suddenly both were squeezed in small meat ball along with bike in grotesque manner.

All youngster did made fist without even lifting his hand while looking at this horrific scean in boredom.

"Ohh man it was such a nice bike.... it parts would have been worth alot" said the youngster signing as he turned around " hmmm…ohh well Ethan no crying on soilled milk. Lets home and rest, there are lot of PSCs to find tomorrow"

As youngster now named Ethan disappeared in a flash leaving behind three dead for beast.