Kapitel 3: Prologue:
At the headquarters of F.B.I
In one room was a man in his 40s, talking to a group of agents he was Charles Mazon, he was the director of the FBI and the best in what he did.
Charles came from a family of politicians and special agents, he received training as long as he could understand, and he was a genius of epic proportions, at six it was revealed that he possessed an IQ of 250, for him everything was too easy, with eleven years old he already had multiple doctorates at Harvard, he was so smart that with only three or four weeks of class he would already master the subject as if he had researched decades.
But make no mistake, even though he was extremely talented in academic matters, he was even more so when it came to martial arts, for at only nine years old he had already defeated several world champions in their own modes, be they Jiu-jitsu, Kung Fu , Muay Thai, Karate, Capoeira, Judo, Tae Kwon Do, Boxing, Ninjutsu, Krav Maga, and more ...
He was the pride of his family and although they wanted him to be a politician he chose to be a special agent since he wanted to feel the thrill of being always close to death on every given mission, after all he always heard his grandfather tell how he he ventured and as he said how he completed the missions that seemed almost impossible.
Charles was a bored person after all for him no matter what he tried he always fared better than everyone else, all he needed was to put in a little effort and he would have completely outgrown all, to the outsiders it was as if he to the reincarnation of all the geniuses of all the areas he tried.
The only hobby that Charles possessed that took him out of boredom was to read manga and novels as well as watching anime, he was always impressed at how creative people were and that was the only thing he could not copy.
The genius behind these stories was simply too much like the stories of the cultivating world where they defy the will of the heavens, or how they use ancient techniques to hone their history as alchemy, forge, and so forth.
Do not misunderstand he always thought outside the box and had brilliant ideas on how to help the population and if he had implemented only a third of them he could have ended the world hunger, however he knew that if he presented these ideas he would probably end up starting a third world war, after all people were always greedy and in no way would businessmen agree with his ideas, as this would lead several industries to have to reduce their prices.
Charles was a loyal and cold-blooded man, if it was in the interest of the country he would have no scruples with his methods, he did not care if he had to burn orphanages or even whole cities to achieve his goal; which made him so successful.
He kept this mentality most of life and only changed when he had a daughter, Charles's marriage was arranged, because his family was worried about the mentality he had. Charles always believed that having a woman who could not walk side by side and share her problems was a sign of weakness.
For him a real man should protect his wife and support her to achieve her full potential, he did not want a wife to be a trophy he wanted a wife who could shine and show everyone that she could be side by side with him immense pride.
The problem was that he was too exceptional and so he never found anyone who could stand by his side being from the same country, and who would be completely loyal to the country.
Then as a last resort his family forced an arranged marriage so that he might change his mind even though he knew it was almost impossible.
He and his wife in spite of respecting each other did not love each other, and they only had sex only a few times and only to try to have a child, because despite his philosophy he always wanted to have children, and his wife had already gotten used to the idea to marry whom her family decided.
After many attempts his wife finally became pregnant and had a daughter, that was probably the happiest day of Charles's life, and he swore he would never let any harm come to his daughter while he breathed.
What brings us to the current situation he heard that his daughter had gone to the hospital after passing very bad and fainting in day care which made him worry a lot, he left work and run to the hospital.
When he arrived and saw his daughter still unconscious he worried a lot but soon he heard a burst of noise and saw that the building was beginning to fall he quickly hugged the daughter throwing her body over hers to try to prevent the wreckage to would reach.
And he managed despite his body being pierced by multiple beams, when his daughter woke up and saw the state of the father she screamed, he told her that everything was fine the help would arrive soon and she did not need to worry while he he kept praying to all the gods he could imagine in his mind so that some of them would save his daughter.
He knew he was already doomed, and the only thing that kept him conscious was the determination to save his little girl, for he knew that if he weakened the roof would collapse and would kill her, but he did not know how long, he could still stay conscious .
As if God heard his prayers in half an hour the people of the rescue appeared and managed to save his daughter to see that she was safe he gave a last smile to her and said:
"Be a good person, my beloved daughter Clarissa. (Charles)
Then he died with a smile on his face.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
danitaier
danitaier Hello, well, this is a new novel that I started several months ago, I already have a good inventory of chapters, to release I must warn in advance the first chapters will be similar to the original work, because I need the base of these chapters to be able to proceed with the story that I have covered:
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