The world had never been kind to .
Fairness?
Justice?
These concepts felt like a luxury to when I was a kid.
I lived in an orphanage since I was born.
Not by choice.
My parents must have left there.
Do I feel bad about it?
Maybe I felt sothing when I was young.
Maybe I blad my parents for not giving a healthy childhood.
But now!
I don’t bla them.
I don’t really care about these human attachnts.
In fact, I am grateful to them for abandoning , because those incompetent humans wouldn’t have been able to provide what I have today.
I have achieved what none in the world could!!
I run an empire of wealth and destruction!
I dictate who lives in this world, and who doesn’t.
Is this what they call being a God.
Or—
Does this make a devil.
I firmly believe in only one concept— Survival of the strongest.
What makes one person good, while the other bad?
Who decides whether soone is a god or a devil?
These are just lines drawn by hypocrites, who decide justice in their own twisted ways.
The world has never been black and white, but we have been made to believe it is.
If we follow the rules written by so people who have been long dead, we are good, or that’s what society says.
If we go against the rules, we are bad, labelled as criminals and villains.
Why is it so?
Why the discrimination!!
If soone does sothing that harms you, and you kill him to get revenge for it, you are labelled as a criminal.
People see you as so sort of monster who doesn’t value human life.
But if a country goes against another in a war, thousands of soldiers are killed on either side.
So is this not against humanity?
Why are those soldiers treated as war heroes, while we who kill people to survive, to grow, are treated as criminals?
Just because you kill for the country, does it not count as a cri?
Am I against the soldiers killing others?
No!
If your country is under threat, you have every right to protect it.
In my line of business, I have to kill several humans numbering in the thousands so as to protect my business.
Is it wrong?
Shouldn’t I have the right to protect sothing that I cherish!
That I value!
When I was an orphan, the world didn’t help !
The humans who gave birth to abandoned !
The orphanage kept till I was around six years old, and then they couldn’t waste their funds on a nobody like !
So I was kicked out, with nowhere to go.
So if the world didn’t help when I wanted to survive, I will make the world suffer in order to survive.
What I am following is a basic rule of the jungle that has been carried out through the ages.
The survival of the strongest.
Today, I am strong.
And so whatever I do, I think, is a rightful act of self-protection.
Those were my thoughts as I stared at the cara in front of .
Behind lay the ashes of mortals who had co to serve justice, to kill .
So I did what every creature does.
Survive.
It just happens the other side had to perish in order for to survive.
I think they were so elites of the world, or that is what I had heard.
At the end of the day, they just turned to ashes. I wonder whether their parents can even recognize their bodies.
Or what remains of them!
As to why I killed them in a blast— it was a rcy!
rcy to these brave humans who dared to rise against !
It was a rcy for their courage, however foolish it was!
If you call a devil, then what makes you think I can be killed?
I don’t believe in peace.
Peace is achieved through strength.
But can having strength really stop wars?
No.
Humans can’t be stopped by strength alone. A deterrence is needed so they think a hundred tis before attacking again.
And that deterrence is— Fear.
I had to instill fear in these mortal creatures so as to stop them from committing more acts of such stupidity.
And I believe I have succeeded.
Now, even if these governnts across the world think of launching another war against — they can only think, not act.
Their soldiers wouldn’t easily follow through with the orders.
Why?
Because the parents of these soldiers fear for their deaths. They wouldn’t allow their children to go against .
Or to go against Death.
The reporter kept blankly staring at . Ignoring him, I moved towards the helicopter that had been waiting for !
"That was so crazy shit you pulled there!!" a person near spoke.
With grey hair and black eyes, he looked quite handso, to say the least!
My second-in-command, Michael. An orphan like who shared my ideals. All other core mbers of my organization are similar orphans who have nowhere to go.
No one to call family.
Except .
Money isn’t the only thing that can ensure loyalty. Having a similar mindset is.
With both these things, loyalty is grounded in their souls.
They will die if I tell them to, or kill if I say!
All of them think of as so sort of family they never had, and that makes them more loyal.
"This won’t be enough to stop the attacks against us, but it would be a great foundation for what we are about to do," I muttered while staring at the distant sky.
Michael nodded and got on the helicopter with .
I was currently bored, so the only thing on my mind right now was to rest.
I closed my eyes as the helicopter flew towards the place where I mostly stay, or what they call Ho.
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