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Mikael Forest, a 16-year-old boy, returns to his country after living abroad for a long time and with a peculiar thought: destroy what he considers most repugnant about the adults who put an end to the former prosperity of Velenques.

The living beings of the underworld such as traffickers and criminals are the ones who control the streets and wield a power superior or even greater than the agents of that country themselves, and Mikael will use that to his advantage. There is a group of powerful traffickers who are called “Los Chivos” with such a high and Machiavellian strategic intellectual capacity that they are practically untouchable; with power great enough to be an influence on the entire country. But those are missing and no one knows about it.

The protagonist will try to navigate that world in order to be one of those high superior beings and have great power to reform the lives of the inhabitants of Velenques forever; But he will not become a Hero, nor a Villain, but he will fulfil his most selfish desire: to be able to feel something new.




(This book is translated, and the author is not an English Native)
(I'm sorry for the issue)

Society of the Aristocracy [English]

For some reason and with the passage of time I began to feel a growing emotional emptiness, maybe a little simplistic, but I think that's a little worrying.

Because just having an adventure that makes me experiment and discover new perspectives can also be a form of entertainment.

People seem capable, but at the same time slaves to everyday custom ; and it is suffocating for someone with reformist complexes.

But then, why are they so happy with a simplistic goal?

It seems that acquiring any material object is the pinnacle of your dreams.

When I saw a superhero film, this phrase from the villain made me think about him: "Enjoy your mediocre goals like an insignificant being, while those who achieve the most are the ones who are truly valuable."

After millions of years of prehistoric evolution, the human being can well use more of his good potential by discarding certain psychological impediments to his faculties. Afflict; and it is the same if he does not repair his reasoning by his own decision. Thus, he will continue to be as before evolution: an inferior being.

As such, I underwent peculiar things to correct my mental patterns whose origin and development is a product of the current era.

And by awakening a bit of such generational rigidity of thought, the mistake may be not seeing things like others and the excess of difference is the cause of a certain antipathy.

Of course, now I am judged not to be equally sentimental and idealistic, but more realistic in my decisions.

As if it were my fault, why are they so stupid not to see a reality that is right under their noses but that they deny its existence?

They will call me self-conscious, but many things are also unnecessary.

And I know that I am contradictory, but it is more so for those who preach but do not do; or those who do but pretend to be like the rest.

For the weak: intellect; and for the strong: being daring. And for those who are both, magnificence. A praiseworthy thing in the current generation of flocks.

But adjusting my ideals to such boring everyday life, I would like to make my selfish desires happen.

Although there is really no need to yearn but rather to forge oneself what one has to want; and in my case, the moment to finally act.

I will now be, therefore, an internal and more interactive spectator ...

Monologue by Mikael Forest