chapter 3

The destruction of Earth had not gone unnoticed. An alarm blared across the universe, reaching the distant throne room of Kistin, the ruler of the cosmos. The deliberate obliteration of a planet signified the presence of a formidable rebel, and Kistin wasted no time. He dispatched his most elite force, Squad Zero, to confront this entity known as Mickey.

Mickey, consumed by his unchecked power and rage, faced these beings who moved faster than the speed of light and could dismantle entire universes. The battle was fierce but brief. Mickey, driven by a raw and uncontrolled might, defeated Squad Zero with alarming ease.

News of Mickey's prowess reached Kistin himself, prompting the cosmic ruler to intervene personally. Kistin, whose mere touch could annihilate universes, descended to face the young rebel. The clash between them was cataclysmic, a titanic struggle that shook the very fabric of reality.

In the end, Mickey emerged victorious, his power evolving through the brutal combat. With his newfound strength, Mickey gained the ability to transform his wishes into reality. His first act was to gain control over his rampant power, and his second was to banish Alvaro to a dimension where he would be eternally devoured by relentless entities.

As Alvaro was dragged into the abyss, a faint smile played on his lips. "Finally, it's all over," he murmured, knowing he would endure this torment forever but never truly perish.

No sooner had the dust settled than two beings appeared: Vision and The Sobering Truth. These entities possessed power beyond infinity, surpassing even the omnipotent and boundless beings. They were the strongest forces in existence.

The battle was long and arduous. Mickey fought the Vision with unparalleled ferocity and eventually emerged victorious. However, The Sobering Truth remained, unsheathing the Sword of Truth-a weapon that transcended omnipotence and boundlessness. With a single devastating strike, Mickey was reduced to a mere particle.

Yet, from that particle, Mickey regenerated, emerging with a strength that surpassed his previous power exponentially. In a final, epic confrontation, Mickey overcame The Sobering Truth.

As the echoes of the battle faded, Mickey stood amidst the ruins, a changed being. His journey had turned him into a monstrous destroyer of worlds. But with his infinite abilities, Mickey glimpsed into Alvaro's past, a revelation that left him utterly stunned.

Mickey's eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat. The magnitude of what he saw rendered him speechless, a silent testament to the horrors and secrets Alvaro had hidden. His mind reeled from the shock, is alvaro a good man ?

In the boundless void of space, where silence reigned and the stars flickered like distant memories, a child was born under the most extraordinary of circumstances. Alvaro, named by his parents, was no ordinary child. His birth was part of a forbidden experiment, one that pushed the limits of science and human understanding. Alvaro's mind had been altered from the very beginning, engineered to use the full capacity of his brain—an unimaginable gift, or perhaps a curse.

The ramifications of this experiment, however, were beyond anyone's foresight.

Alvaro's parents, Armando and Rose, had never anticipated the consequences of their son's exceptional nature. One night, they were subjected to hypnosis, a method designed to control their actions for an undisclosed purpose. But as the hours stretched on, it became clear that Alvaro was unaffected. While his parents fell into the grasp of the hypnotist's will, Alvaro lay still, as if trapped in a dreamless sleep, his mind far beyond the reach of the artificial influence.

Under the cold, indifferent eyes of the world, Armando, now under the control of the hypnosis, declared the doom of humanity. His voice, eerily calm, resonated across a live broadcast. Without hesitation, he commanded explosions to ripple across the globe, decimating cities, leaving destruction in their wake. In response, the United States unleashed its most secretive weapon, LP-1396, aimed directly at Alvaro's spaceship. The explosion tore through the vessel, a brilliant flash of destruction that shattered the world Alvaro knew.

"And yet, even as the ship disintegrated, Alvaro and His parents, cast aside like expendable pawns in a larger game, were thrown into the sea to die alone. The aliens, having abandoned them. It was there, alone, that Alvaro would face his first lesson in pain and betrayal."

The years Yyvt followed were steeped in suffering. Alvaro's family, hunted by a humanity too scared to understand the truth, lived in the shadows. They were blamed for the deva"And yet, even as the ship disintegrated, Alvaro remained untouched by the disaster. His parents, cast aside like expendable pawns in a larger game, were thrown into the sea to die alone. The aliens, having abandoned them, left Alvaro stranded in the vast, merciless dark of space. It was there, alone, that Alvaro would face his first lesson in pain and betrayal."

station that swept the world, but in reality, they were nothing more than pawns in a grander scheme, victims of forces beyond their comprehension. And Alvaro—his mind sharp and unrelenting—knew the truth all too well.

The first word that escaped Alvaro's lips was "Pain." It was a word that seemed to encapsulate the entirety of his existence, a word that spoke of the suffering he had endured in silence, the weight of the knowledge he carried at such a tender age. When his mother, Rose, heard that single word, she wept. Her heart broke at the sound, for she knew that her son, though young, had already glimpsed the cruelty of the world in ways she couldn't protect him from.

Despite his young age, Alvaro's mind had already been shaped by experiences no child should have to endure. He was a boy who understood more than most adults ever would, and yet, he felt a loneliness that none could comprehend. In their darkest moments, as the world crumbled around them, it was Alvaro who carried the weight of his family's survival.

One fateful night, under a sky scattered with stars, Rose held Alvaro close, whispering words of comfort that fell like soft raindrops on his burdened soul. "My little one, the world may be harsh, but always remember you are not alone. We are here with you, and you are strong enough to change this world."

But Alvaro knew better. The world wasn't kind, and it wouldn't be gentle with him. He could feel it in the very air—the injustice that surrounded him, the cruelty that ran through the veins of humanity. He could not escape his fate, nor could he remain passive in the face of the suffering he witnessed. A fire burned within him, a fire that demanded change, demanded justice. And Alvaro, with his boundless intellect, would find a way to make that change—no matter the cost.

His mind, a labyrinth of intricate thought, devised a plan—a plan to erase the memories of humanity, to rewrite the past and give them a clean slate. He built a rocket, a machine that would launch into the heavens, casting a beam of light that would erase the past three years from the minds of all who looked upon it. A desperate hope to change the course of history.

But in his moment of triumph, tragedy struck. As Alvaro's rocket soared into the sky, his parents—his only family—were brutally taken from him. He watched helplessly, tears streaming down his face as they were murdered before his eyes. The child, the genius who had borne so much pain, cried out in agony. The people, witnessing the aftermath, found a crying child among the ruins. They believed he was a blessing, a child with the potential to change the world, and took him in with open arms, nurturing him with care and kindness.

Yet, Alvaro's heart remained shattered. He was now a boy without family, without purpose, without a home. He was but a reflection of the broken world around him.

Years passed, and Alvaro grew, but the scars of his past never faded. When he turned five, he made a decision that would set him on a path from which there would be no return. He would go to space. He would seek vengeance against the aliens who had abandoned him, against the beings who had shaped his life into a nightmare.

He had become something else now—more than human, more than a victim. Alvaro had become a force, a mind unchained, and he would find a way to make them pay. The universe would tremble at his resolve, and the day of reckoning was drawing near.

The ship's engines hummed with a quiet malevolence as it descended onto the barren surface of Kisten, a planet cold and silent in the deep reaches of the universe. Alvaro stood at the helm, his mind sharp and his body weary, knowing that this journey would shape his future in ways he could not yet comprehend. He had been brought here, not as a conqueror, but as a prisoner—merely a human, an outsider to their world. But Alvaro was no ordinary being, and he would not be confined by such labels.

He stepped onto the alien soil, feeling its strange texture beneath his boots, a surface colder than the void itself. The air tasted foreign, thick with the bitter scent of an atmosphere not meant for his lungs. Around him, towering structures loomed, their jagged edges slicing into the sky, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper of secrets older than the universe itself.

In the distance, the creatures of Kisten, the very beings who had once discarded him, now stood waiting—observing him. Their forms were an enigma, cloaked in darkness, their features indistinguishable from the void. They had been waiting for a human to arrive, and now one had, but this one would not cower. This one was not to be dismissed.

Alvaro raised his hand, a silent request. His fingers moved in fluid motions, forming the intricate signs that had become his only means of communication with the aliens. His eyes, cold and calculating, studied their responses, each gesture they made an indication of how far he had come. He spoke not with words, but with the mastery of his movements—a language foreign to all but the alien race.

In a matter of minutes, he had mastered their tongue, something that would have taken any other alien species decades to accomplish. He felt their astonishment, their disbelief, at his rapid acquisition of their language. It was a skill that transcended natural limitations, an evolution of his own mind, reshaped by the vast knowledge of the universe he had absorbed. Alvaro had become more than just human. He had become a force to be reckoned with.

In the heart of the Red King's palace, a throne forged from the very core of the planet Kisten sat ominously. The King, an entity as ancient as the cosmos itself, gazed down at Alvaro, intrigued and unnerved by the human who had risen beyond his kind's understanding. The King's power was immeasurable, but even he recognized something in Alvaro—a dangerous potential, an unrelenting drive for vengeance.

Alvaro, in the midst of his servitude, told the King his story, recounting the horrors of his past—the betrayal, the loss, the slow, agonizing death of his parents at the hands of the very beings who now feared him. He spoke of the destruction, the pain, the endless cycle of suffering that had shaped him into what he was now. His voice, though calm, held the weight of a thousand lifetimes of suffering. It was not just a tale—it was a testament to his strength, to his resolve.

When he described the aliens—their names, their ship, their cruel laughter—he saw the King's face twist with disbelief. The King, who had lived for millennia, had never heard a human recount such detail with perfect clarity. Alvaro's memory was impeccable, each fragment of his past seared into his mind with the precision of a thousand surgical strikes. The King knew then, with a certainty as deep as the stars themselves, that Alvaro was not just another pawn in the cosmic game. He was the harbinger of change.

Unable to lie, the aliens finally confessed their sins, admitting that they had destroyed Alvaro's family, not out of necessity, but for their own twisted amusement. It was a game to them—one that had cost the lives of innocent beings. The truth rang through the chamber, chilling the air, as the aliens were bound by their own admission. Their fate was sealed.

The Red King, ever the strategist, decreed that the aliens would remain in their prison until Alvaro had grown strong enough to exact his own form of justice upon them. The sentence was not mercy—it was a test, a challenge to Alvaro's burgeoning power. They would wait, trapped in their cells, knowing that the one they had wronged was now growing stronger with each passing moment.

Years passed, and Alvaro immersed himself in the vast ocean of knowledge that the Kisten civilization had accumulated. He trained, pushing the limits of his mind and body, harnessing the energy of the cosmos itself. The dark secrets of the universe unfolded before him—secrets of power, of creation, and of destruction. In the silence of his solitude, Alvaro became something more than human. He became an entity that could reshape the very fabric of existence.

The pain of his past had forged him, but it was the knowledge of the future that would define him. Alvaro's mind was a weapon, his soul an unyielding forge. He had learned their language, their history, their science. Now, with that knowledge, he would exact a vengeance so profound that it would shake the foundations of the universe itself.

Ten years passed—ten years in which Alvaro became something beyond mortal comprehension. His power had grown to unimaginable levels. He had unlocked the deepest secrets of the universe and could feel the pulse of every star, every galaxy, as if they were extensions of his own being. The Kisten aliens, who had once mocked him, were now terrified. They could feel the shift in the air—the coming storm that was Alvaro.

And then, Alvaro, in a moment of unrestrained rage and calculated precision, unleashed his revenge. He had spent years crafting a torture, a torment so severe that it would strip the very essence of the aliens' beings. A concoction of pain—mental, physical, and emotional—was spread over them. He used their own energies against them, draining them of their strength, filling their every moment with agony.

He had become their executioner, their torturer, their ultimate nightmare.

The aliens begged for mercy, but there was none to be found. Alvaro had become a force of nature, one that could not be swayed by pleas or cries. With each passing second, their suffering deepened, their deaths slow, agonizing, and inevitable. Alvaro had given them the suffering they had caused him—a slow, unrelenting death that matched the torment of his own broken soul.

As their bodies crumbled, their spirits broken, Alvaro stood over them, watching the slow and painful end of those who had dared to wrong him. His heart, once filled with pain, now beat with a cold, unyielding resolve. His vengeance was complete, and the universe had just witnessed the birth of a new force—one that could not be stopped.