CO2_GHOUL

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles, harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction.

But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path, one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles.

Even if it means standing alone.

Bubble Boy

Debris flew like shrapnel. Glass rained from shattered towers. Sirens died mid-wail as EMP pulses blanketed the skyline. 


And through the smoke came Brakar, Xyphorite brute of cosmic war. Ten feet tall. Skin like molten bronze. Two arms with chain's around them. No mercy. No past. Only mission. 


"Resistance is a delay," Brakar bellowed, voice shaking glass. "Delay is futile." 


Across the ruined plaza stood a man in a tattered hoodie, breathing hard, fists balled. Lean. Human. Alone. 


But he’d evacuated over 300 people in the last hour, solo. 


He thought to himself why am I playing the Hero. This isn't like me. But then he thinks of all the pain and misery Dravus caused. And decided this is my world aswell so I will protect it. 


He looked at Brakar with eyes of a villain in pain. No eyes of a Hero. 


Villain Becomes a Hero