Kapitel 1: Chapter 1
I looked around me, *Sigh* despite spending the greatest amount of time in places like this I had never fully gotten used to the monotony of the place, of course I am referring to hospitals, places full of illnesses, injuries and suffering but not They were only that but also places of happiness, hope and salvation.
Of course that was for others, for me they simply meant one thing, "Work" I had spent the last twenty years of my life studying and striving to become what I am or what I was, the echo of that was somewhat comical. the place where I had saved so many people was the place of my death.
I was different from everyone else, or at least that's what I like and we all like to think, it was this belief that led me to do what caused all this, I really had no excuse, I believed I had what I wanted. It was needed to change the world or at least my world but as someone said: "reality is often disappointing."
I did things that I don't regret, I mean the world had been doing it since the beginning of civilization and that was experimenting, I didn't get to the point of harming people or at least not directly, I spent years helping people in the extent of what was possible for me but sometimes you are not always enough.
I spent years inside this hospital, I didn't care about the reality outside, I knew what the world was like and what people were like. I mean, I was a living image of what humans could do for progress, a great ideal stained with atrocities but thanks to which we are where we are, no matter who it bothers, it was necessary.
The sacrifices were necessary and luckily I had nothing to sacrifice besides my time, I and many of my colleagues just as hungry for glory as I was, embarked on years and years of experimentation. For what? For a statue? For a prize? Or perhaps for a mention in the history books of the future?
No, it turns out that since I was little I had always been a big fan of science fiction, all of that fascinated me and the idea of making a big change, a big revolution had always been an important part of my being, I wanted to be the one who made the big . Instead, I didn't want to lead anyone, I didn't want to be a king, I didn't want to save anyone, that wasn't my path.
I was not interested in immortality, I definitely wanted to live more than 100 years but the idea of living forever was simply terrifying, but I wanted to pass on to immortality in another way, and this was making them remember me dare of my descendants and above all my actions. .
I didn't consider myself a good person but I didn't consider myself a bad person either, for that reason I helped as many people as I could, I had saved countless lives and I had also made countless people suffer, there was no justification for that but that didn't keep me up at night.
But not everyone was like me, years after having some advances we were hired by a large corporation willing to do anything so that we could create the next evolution of man, I had spent most of my life trying to create Superman and what these guys What they wanted was the damn home Lander.
I tried to convince them that all this was a mistake, that it would explode in our faces, and as in a bad story this ended up happening, a baby with powers was born, with powers to make the world kneel before him, a baby with powers that we could only dream of in yesteryear.
And it was a mistake, while the child was growing up, they tried to control him in every way possible, and as he had expected, none of that had worked, and like all the stories he had read in the past, the worst ended up happening, when that baby He became a man and did what any human in his place would have done.
Destruction was what followed all of that, an intense war of the world against what seemed to be a god that plagued the entire planet, in the end winning but with more than a quarter of the total population dead and half . of the world in ruins.
The truth was I couldn't blame him, he had been nothing more than a poor experiment that went wrong, a poor boy who was given something different from the rest and for this reason he was treated differently, always trying to control him, he was a time bomb, I . I knew this from the beginning of everything.
That's why he had given the poor boy a fault, shortly after his victory he died due to an unknown illness that stopped all his systems, he never held a grudge against that boy, he did not see him as a son nor as a villain, he was what it should be.
That's why I didn't kill him the first minute he revealed himself, I didn't deserve to be remembered as the one who saved the world, no, I didn't deserve that glory, the only way he should be remembered was as the one who created this monster, This is how they saw it and this is how they should have seen it, and of course to leave an important lesson to the survivors.
I spent more than 80 years of my life dedicating myself to that poor boy, it would be very cruel not to allow him to take revenge and die in peace before finishing him off, and that step died at my feet, I was the last of all those bastards who created to this monster, he didn't want to die in their hands like they did.
But that did not mean that I would live long, at over 100 years old I got rid of this scourge of God, this should be enough to make humanity stop so much of its nonsense although I doubt it, I did what I had to do and it was my At the moment I didn't want to deal with everything that would come next.
Waiting for the great flames of hell something happened, suddenly just before losing my breath I found myself in a hospital again but no longer as the great scientist destroying the world but as a little child.
I stayed calm, I had faced worse scenes than this, in the past in my free time I had read a lot of stories of this type, and it was nothing as it seemed, I felt nothing, I moved my body normally, there were no memories , there was no resistance and there was no big entity to explain things to me.
I looked around besides me, there were other children and families waiting? I found it strange but I didn't ask questions, I was more busy analyzing what I assume are my parents because of how close they were to me.
The man who was next to me was strange, he had half of his face covered and he also had long gray hair that was quite pointed, he reminded me of a certain character from an anime from my past childhood except for a slight strangeness, he had four quite arms. muscular
I was very surprised to see that, until I realized that my arms were not very normal, they were a set of six arms that were somehow connected by flesh that made them look like wings, I looked at my mother also with big gray hair . but with a third eye on his forehead.
*Sigh* I had already realized where I was, that strange world where people began to gain powers, causing society, instead of concentrating on using these powers to progress to intergalactic levels, to get stuck in nonsense like villains against heroes, tch already remembers why I disliked this anime.
-Mezo Family, it's your turn-(Nurse)
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