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Invincible: Science is magic

Kapitel 1: Law of Karma

In the dimly lit room, Rex stirred from slumber, a soft grumble escaping his lips as he gradually returned to consciousness. His body felt heavy, aching with remnants of sleep, while his eyes struggled to focus in the murky ambiance.

As awareness dawned upon him, Rex recognized himself as a soul reborn into this realm some years ago. Initially, the promise of a fresh start had filled him with boundless excitement, propelling him forward with the fervent desire to shed the shadows of his past existence, a chapter long since sealed within the recesses of memory.

In his previous life, Rex roamed as an assassin, driven solely by the allure of wealth. No moral boundary restrained him; he executed contracts with ruthless efficiency, claiming the lives of countless individuals across continents. Presidents, prime ministers, and innocents alike fell victim to his insatiable greed. There was no target too sacred, no price too high.

As his wealth burgeoned, the need for further bloodshed dwindled. He amassed riches beyond measure, believing he had secured a lifetime of leisure. Yet, fate intervened in the form of a captivating woman who stole not only his heart but also his envisioned future. She became the beacon of light in his darkened existence, igniting a yearning for redemption he never knew existed.

In the beautiful chaos of parenthood, his past dissolved into distant memory as he reveled in the joys of raising his twin children. With their arrival, a new chapter unfolded, filled with laughter, bedtime stories, and shared moments of pure bliss. As they blossomed into adolescence, he found solace in their family rituals, cherishing each movie night and playful adventure they shared.

However, the tranquility of their domestic haven was shattered one ominous evening. Returning from a routine errand to their cozy abode, arms laden with treats to spoil his beloved twins, Rex sensed an unspoken distance creeping between them. Their once bright eyes now held a shadow of detachment, a stark contrast to the warmth they once shared. An unsettling premonition gripped his heart, signaling the impending storm that would soon engulf their lives.

As he swung open the door to their home, the air thickened with dread, suffocating him with a horror he could scarcely comprehend. Before him lay a scene straight from the darkest recesses of hell itself. Blood pooled beneath the lifeless forms of his beloved family, their once vibrant spirits extinguished in a cruel symphony of violence.

His heart shattered into a thousand fractured pieces at the sight of his wife, her life snuffed out by a merciless blade, her gentle heart silenced forever. Beside her, his son lay mutilated, his hands severed, his life force ebbing away with each agonizing heartbeat. And his daughter, once so full of life, now lay violated and strangled, robbed of her innocence in the cruelest of betrayals.

On trembling knees, Rex collapsed amidst the wreckage of his shattered world, torrents of tears blurring his vision as he clung desperately to the lifeless form of his beloved wife. Her once luminous eyes, now vacant and hollow, mirrored the desolation consuming his soul. The dreams they nurtured together, the plans they wove for their children's futures, all crumbled to ashes in the cruel hands of fate.

Gazing upon his son, his mutilated form a stark reminder of the innocence stolen from him, Rex's heart shattered anew. The memories of their father-son bond, once so vibrant and full of promise, now haunted him like ghosts of a bygone era. And his daughter, her youthful spirit extinguished before it could fully blossom, her laughter silenced forevermore.

With a heart heavy with grief and eyes ablaze with fury, Rex knew he couldn't allow the perpetrator of such heinous acts to rest in peace with the lives they had stolen from him.

As he laid his family to rest with his own hands, each shovelful of earth a bitter testament to the agony of loss, Rex whispered his final prayers, promising to avenge their untimely demise.

Returning to the solitude of his room, he unlocked the hidden briefcase containing relics of his former life - weapons that had long been relegated to the shadows of memory. Retrieving his cherished AMT AutoMag II and faithful Beretta 92, he secured them in the belt of his once-discarded suit. It was a garment he never imagined wearing again, yet here he stood, donning it once more in pursuit of justice for the innocents taken from him.

With smoke and flash grenades nestled among his arsenal, he shrouded himself in the anonymity of his cowl, embracing the persona of X, a shadow from his past life that now emerged with a vengeance.

Clutching the ominous papers left by the cowardly perpetrator, Rex deciphered the coordinates scrawled upon them: XX XX XX. Though the trap lay bare before him, he refused to yield to fear. Instead, he embraced the element of surprise, knowing that his assailant expected him to falter, to cower in the face of their treachery. But they underestimated the depths of his resolve, and he would exploit their arrogance to exact the justice his family deserved.

With a heavy heart, Rex cast one final glance at the home that once held so much joy, now a silent witness to his agony. Mounting his motorcycle, he revved the engine, steeling himself for the reckoning that lay ahead.

Arriving at the designated coordinates with a resolve forged in fury, he abandoned the bike and melted into the shadows, his senses honed to detect any sign of his adversary. But even as he stalked the darkness, a sense of foreboding gripped his soul.

Suddenly, the air shattered with the wail of alarms, a deafening cacophony that echoed through the night. In that instant, Rex knew with chilling certainty that he had walked straight into their meticulously laid trap.

In the chaos of the ambush, he unleashed a barrage of gunfire, each shot a testament to the lethal skills he once wielded with impunity. With blade in hand, he carved a path through the onslaught, every strike a symphony of vengeance against those who dared to threaten his family.

Yet, despite his best efforts, the passage of time had dulled the edge of his prowess. Fatigue clawed at his muscles, draining his stamina with each passing moment. As the tide of adversaries swelled around him, a grim realization dawned - he was outnumbered, outmatched, and out of time.

In a cruel twist of fate, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the air, a searing agony ripping through his body as he crumpled to the ground. The bullet's impact tore through his flesh, severing his spinal cord and extinguishing the flicker of hope that had burned within him.

With a chilling realization, Rex locked eyes with the young assailant before him, his gaze a mirror of the hatred and disdain that once consumed his own soul in the wake of his family's demise. Confusion and disbelief swirled within him, unable to fathom the depths of his malice or the reasons behind his actions.

As the assailant circled him with the cold precision of a predator, his every movement mirrored the calculated lethality Rex once possessed. It was as if he were witnessing a reflection of his younger self, a stark reminder of the path he had once walked - a path paved with bloodshed and remorse.

"Why?" Rex choked out, his voice barely a whisper against the deafening silence that enveloped them. But the answer eluded him, lost in the void of the assailant's steely gaze and the bitter irony of their shared fate. Paralyzed and powerless, Rex awaited the final reckoning, knowing that the sins of his past had finally come full circle.

"You killed my parents, remember," the words pierced through the haze of agony and despair, a cold realization settling over Rex like a shroud. Faces blurred by the passage of time, memories fragmented by the weight of countless sins - he could not recall the lives he had extinguished, nor the faces of those he had wronged.

Acceptance washed over him in a wave of resignation, the inevitability of his fate a bitter pill he swallowed without protest. With the gun pressed against his temple, Rex braced himself for the final reckoning, knowing that the sins of his past had finally caught up to him.

In the deafening silence that followed, the world seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of cruel anticipation. And then, with a resounding bang, darkness descended like a shroud, enveloping Rex in its cold embrace as oblivion claimed him once more.