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His Metamorphosis His Goal
16 Years ago "Zene don't you think it's unfair?", Natsuki said as he looked outside while his mind was filled with the thoughts regarding the news related to mafia related crimes. "You mean the human trafficking that occurs here" "Yes" Natsuki said as he threw the paper on the table in frustration. Zene looked at the headlines as emerging mafia groups had been doing all sorts of filthy work to get a spot in the underworld. "It's always the new groups that do this stuff" "All of that just for a chance to sit on a false throne", Natsuki replied. "Yes, that's what we call power Natsuki" "Foolish, Power...Back then this very exact power I had made me choose 5 individuals and I sacrificed thousands in a war", Mikoyama told while he grumbled. "I have always been this way, creating weapons of destruction in a hope to protect my loved ones but end up harming them because of these very weapons I created for their sake" "Was it really a good end just because the apparent good won?",
His Metamorphosis Martial Artist
April 1990 "Attention!", The major commanding the new recruits in the Charlie unit yelled. "Today, you will meet your new master" "One of you shall be lucky enough to embark on a journey with this man right here, one of you shall be lucky enough to learn the ways of his martial arts", the major added."His name is Master Tai Jin" The dusty wind flew across the riverbank as the children in the camp were forced to close their eyes shut. But amongst them there was one child who looked unfazed as he glared at the tall master who had a long black hair while his sister covered herself in fear behind her little brother. The master glanced at the young boy who was different compared to the rest. And this child's fierce presence put a gentle smile on the master's face. Tai Jin was a man who was once filled with greed, a man so selfish and ruthless that he did everything to attain the perfection that he was so aspiring of.A man who had attained such mastery was now willing to have a suc
His Metamorphosis A skinny boy
[Zene Lach, That body of his...] [It somehow feels connected to the fragment of eternity] As if the greatest fragment was connecting all the loose threads of the story he wished to understand why the future events during the scenarios happened the way they did while analysing the present events happening in front of him.[I didn't notice it when I resurrected him but maybe he is the key to reach the first way] The greatest fragment wondered as he rolled the chess pieces that he had lost in the process. That one being that was existing solely for fulfilling his purpose was once a mortal himself. [...] For his role was to oversee the events so that they happen in his favour, such was his destiny in the end he had lost his humanity to become the greatest fragment. Ring* Students rushed out to the corridor as soon as the class ended. Amidst the chattering noises Zene approached Aren and put a brochure in front of her. "What is this?", Aren asked as she looked at the brochure."L
His Metamorphosis Zene is my neighbour
"Zene, Show me your room", Aren asked bluntly. Zene looked back at her and examined her as he squinted his eyes to see if he could find something suspicious. "What? You came to my room it's only fair for me to check yours!", Aren stated. "I was just staring, women" "Calm down", he added. "Hmm, where are my keys again?", Zene said as he started searching his pockets. Zene leaned forward coming really close to Aren's face as he tickled her ears slightly to pull out keys from her ears. "Those tricks are the ones that surprised me back in my childhood, now it is simply useless against me", Aren stated. "Hmm, So you do remember a part of your childhood", Zene said as he started unlocking the door. "That's good to know that you did not forget everything", Zene added. "Hey, did you know me before?", Aren inquired as her eyes darkened. "Hmm, Yeah back when you threw me on the ground on your first day of school", Zene mocked. Aren remained silent as if she had expected a different
His Metamorphosis Crimes of the night
Cricket buzzing intensify* "Palo, someone wants to have a word with you", Eduardo said as he lent Palo an old-school touchpad phone over to him. "Yes, We have arrived here" Mphmm* Mmm* "Shhhh!",Palo silenced a man who was tied up and had bruises all over his face. "I will get the job done" Eduardo reached out to Palo as he broke the phone and returned it to him. "So, how long is this vacation of yours", Eduardo inquired. Palo looked back at Eduardo as he bit his dry lips. "Three months" "Well, we better get moving then", Eduardo replied . "First, what are we gonna do with this guy infront of us" Mphmm* Mmm* "Remove the cloth from his mouth" "Please, Spare me!" "He is saying you to spare h-", Eduardo was trying to translate it to Palo but got shushed in between. "I know what he means, when an animal is trembling in fear all it can hope for is a chance to survive their end" "They have this look that is truly more exhilarating than that of a beautiful young lady" Palo p
His Metamorphosis Was it you?
2011 It was the coming of the spring as the children in the orphanage moved the fruit bags out of the basement to the kitchen. While all were working to gather rations for the meal, two young children snuck out to the playground. The petals of Sakura covered the playground as the two children laid on the pink ground and smiled at each other. "Aren, I want to become a grown man soon" "Why? Why would you want to grow up so quickly Jin?" "Nanny told me that if I grew up quickly one day I could become someone really big and would be able to protect you, maybe if I did I could be your bride!" "You would never be my bride" "Why not? Why can't I be your bride Aren" "If you wish to grow up and become a man you would be a groom dummy" "Then let me be your groom then!", Jin stated. "No!" "Ehhh" "Anyways, I have to tell you about this game I learnt about recently. It's called Chopsticks", Jin said out of enthusiasm as he pointed his index finger towards Aren. "Chopsticks?" "Yes, y
His Metamorphosis His father
2002 It was the winter season as the blizzard worsened and the roads turned slippery and difficult to travel on. I was driving the Pclaren P1 that I recently bought after being successful in showbiz. They call me Mr.Z instead of Zene now, that's so weird to call someone with one letter. Sigh* Vroom* I gently brushed my long hair that was blocking my eye sight and thought back at what I did recently. I came to Korea a place far away from the US and it would definitely be a safe place for her to grow up at. Now that I think of it, was it right to put her in an orphanage when I could have clearly provided her luxury from what I had earned? No, It's for her good. That white haired bastard must have put someone on my tail by now. Especially because of how calm the events have been lately. Sigh* Zene was lost in thought as he was driving in the snow on cold tires. The stability of the car was not up to the mark and just then a truck from the opposite direction hit him in a head
His Metamorphosis Misfortune before a match
"Zene why do you always look like a zombie after waking up every morning" "I don't sleep because I can't keep my eyes off your face" "As if, that is real", Yi So Yeon said mockingly. "You can't believe what I say now that you look beautiful?", Zene replied. "Yeah yeah, keep talking you can't fool me with your words", Aren said as she ignored Zene's words. Sigh* "What happened?", Aren inquired. "We have a basketball match for the boys today" "Hmm, good luck then" Zene realized that his actions yesterday that he took spontaneously might affect today's match results. Aren and Zene sat at their usual seats as they wondered about the events that happened yesterday. For one wished to know their past while the other tried to cover his. Sang Cheol came with a fractured hand and was wearing a splint to immobilize the fractured part. "What happened to your hand?", Yi So Yeon inquired. "Just tripped over a rock and happened to fall on my wrist", Sang Cheol replied. "How big of a r