The Life of the One Rejected by the Heavens

Have you ever felt that the world itself was set against you?

As though luck, happiness, and every positive notion were forever out of reach?

Such is his reality. He often gazes at the sky, marred by pollution, its stars' light obscured, pondering his life—or what could be called a life. Abandoned by his parents at the tender age of two, he was taken in by a corrupted orphanage. The donations they received mysteriously vanished, leaving him to starve daily throughout his childhood.

The sorrow and agony of this world seemed to seep into that place, affecting all who resided there. The staff, the caretakers, lacked any affection for the children under their care.

Sadly, even this seemed insufficient for the fate that tormented him. Aversion, contempt, and hatred seemed to be etched into the minds of those around him. Rejected by the gods, rejected by the world—for no apparent reason, no one seemed willing to show him the slightest kindness. Thus, he grew up in an environment that was hostile toward him.

Yet, it seemed that the only solace he could find was in reading. Despite the orphanage's supposed lack of funds, it housed a library filled with old books recounting the heroic myths of ancient times.

He vividly remembers the first time he discovered this library one night, while the other children indulged in their mischief. It was, if he recalls correctly, around 10 PM. As he passed through the grand doors, he observed the labels above the shelves indicating different sections.

He muttered to himself, "Games? No. Children's stories? Not interesting. Law? They have that here?"

He continued walking until he noticed the section labeled "Ancient History." Something about it intrigued him, and as he approached, he found only a few books. After inspecting them, he decided to pick up a dusty volume titled Mythic Heroes.

After half an hour of reading, it was as if he had undergone a revelation. His mind became utterly absorbed by the legendary heroes who had triumphed over the trials and tribulations they faced.

What truly shaped him was not their heroism or the quality of the narration—no, he knew life was not so simple. It was something else:

"Breaking free from the chains of fate," he murmured.

Something resonated within him as he read about these heroes, their struggle against the destiny that had been laid out for them. Gods, prophets, and the will of the world—they had all defied these forces. These heroes symbolized the quest for freedom, each embodying a unique aspect of it.

Odysseus, with his cunning,defied the gods; Hercules, through his labors, protected his people; Achilles, with his courage, stood against the will of the heavens.

In the deepest recesses of his soul, a desire had begun to take root—an indomitable will that no trial life could throw at him would ever extinguish.

However, his life didn't change as he had hoped, or rather, it did, but not in the way he expected. After that fateful night, this resolve enabled him to endure and overcome the torment that lay in his future—the bullying in middle and high school, the scorn of university students, and even the enslavement by his boss at the restaurant where he had worked since high school to make ends meet. Of course, his life of misfortune cannot be summed up in one go, but that is a tale for another time.

Yet today marked a kind of breaking point. He quit his job. He wasn't fired, of course. Who in their right mind would fire someone they could work like a slave? After being beaten up by thugs, as usual, he left voluntarily, though even he didn't quite know why. It was a premonition, or rather, a resonance within him.

He was Maximus Fortis—don't ask him why that name, it was destiny. No, it was his destiny. No, it was him, and nothing else.

He felt that this life could no longer continue, that it was time to fight back, time to confront the world, to challenge the gods, to defy the heavens, and to break free from fate.

This very thought seemed to provoke the heavens themselves.

Rzzzzz Rzzzzz

Thunderous and wrathful storms began to gather in the sky, heralding a major shift in the world and the beginning of his battle.