Miller is wantedMiller’s hideout….Miller paced back and forth in his hideout, his mind filled with thoughts of how to revenge and also escape. He had been laying low for months, hiding from the authorities and biding his time. He can't continue to stay in such a place, he was never used to it. It was something he was never used to. Sleeping on a hard surface, eating just bread and water. He could barely feed and the water he had was running out. The only hope is to get in touch with his friend and see how he could go out. Just as he was battling with his thoughts, Just now, his friend called and quickly he answered. His friend's voice crackled over the phone, bringing him news that the heat on him had died down a little."Hey, Miller, it's me," his friend said cautiously. "I've been keeping an eye on things, and it looks like you can start moving around again. Just be careful, alright? The authorities are still relentless."Miller's eyes gleamed with excitement as he listened to h
The way to goMiller finished his meal in silence, the environment was really tensioning. As he pushed his plate away and stood up to head inside to freshen up, his father's stern voice stopped him in his tracks."Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Larkin's voice cut through the room, his expression still hardened."I was just going to freshen up, Dad, or do you enjoy seeing me in this mess?" Miller replied, trying to keep his tone neutral but angry.His father's eyes narrowed. "You think you can just come and go as you please? I have said countless times that you're not welcome here," he spat out, his words filled with bitterness.Miller began to rain insults on his dad, telling him that he was not going to go anywhere. “I dare you to drag me out. Respect yourself, you old fool.”Mrs. Larkin interjected, her voice filled with concern, "Please, let's not argue again. Miller, go freshen up. We'll talk later."But Mr. Larkin wasn't ready to let it go. "He's not welcome under my roof,
A call to freedomMeanwhile, Mr. Larkin was growing increasingly frustrated with his son Miller. Miller had been blaming him for his own bad behavior, refusing to take responsibility. When he had done everything possible to bring him on the right track."It's your fault, Dad! You never listened to me! And you always want to be in control." Miller shouted, his anger boiling over. He was really upset and frustrated. Nothing was working out for him, all his plans had failed now he was on the run and at the mercy of his controlling father.Mr. Larkin, who was trying to remain calm, replied, "No, Miller. You're the one making these bad choices. You need to own up to them. Stand and take responsibility for your decisions."But Miller wouldn't back down. "You always compared me to Kim indirectly. You wanted me to be just like him even though he's not your son! I see it always in your eyes. It's because of you that I turned out like this! You created this monster."Mr. Larkin was feeling irri
The transformation Miller sat hunched over in his dark and quiet room, feeling the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. He glanced around nervously, his unease was growing with each passing moment. He never knew what could come next. He didn't trust anyone now to protect him. Suddenly, the air in the room grew heavy, and thick with a dark mist that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. It was cold and had this dark aura. The mist swirled around him, its tendrils reaching out like ghostly fingers, sending a chill down Miller's spine."Wh-what's going on?" Miller stuttered, his voice trembling with fear as he tried to make sense of the weird sensation.There was no reply, only the oppressive silence of the room interrupted by the faint sound of the swirling mist."Hello?" Miller called out in fear, his voice was wobbling as he felt a sense of premonition. Something was happening but yet, but he couldn't tell what it was. The mist seemed to respond, forming a shadowy image t
The new power Miller's breath hitched as the shadowy figure of the ancestor grew larger, tossing a chilling aura into the low-lit room. "What... What are you?" he stammered, his voice quivering with fear.The ancestor's voice reverberated deep within Miller's mind, sending shivers down his spine. "I am your past, present, and future," it growled ominously, its words sounding loudly in the room.Miller's eyes widened in terror as the ancestor's figure seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. "Please, leave me alone!" he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. This was all Miller wanted, power. but unknown to him the power he sought had been given to him by one person he admired. The ancestor.But the ancestor paid no heed, its presence growing more imposing by the second. "This is your destiny," it commanded, its voice carrying a weight of authority."I don't understand! Please make me understand." Miller exclaimed his fear and curiosity were escalating as he felt a surge o
Embracing the newfound powerWhen nobody was answering Mr. Larkin’s questions, he became more angry and disturbed. "Miller, what is happening? Can you tell me how you got up there?!" he lashed out, his voice strong and stern.He was stunned, and shouted, "What kind of sorcery is this? Answer me, Miller. Else I’ll call the cops and I'm not joking."Miller remained silent as he felt a wave of power coursing through him, but he was not sure how to control it or what kind of power it was. The ancestor's presence was felt in the background, with a hush of ancient incantations that only he could hear. "Focus, Miller," the ancestor's voice echoed in his mind. "Avoid distraction, it's not over yet.""Can you both leave!!" Miller shouted, his voice filled with anger and desperation. "What are you still doing here?"His mother tried to touch him, but his father held her back. "Stay back! We don't know what he's capable of," he warned.Miller's eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense
Miller’s MisfortuneMiller sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts were consumed by frustration and anger. Everything tends to be going bad for him. He had no money and no friends. Even his gold business had crumbled, leaving him vulnerable to his chief sponsor’s threats. He is always scared for his life. As he thought about these troubles, he could only blame Kim for what had happened to him, his hatred towards Kim kept growing stronger, making him desire revenge at all cost.The door creaked open, and Mr. Larkin cautiously stepped into the room, concern etched on his face. He couldn't sit back and watch Miller bring strange things into his house. Things he didn't understand or know how to control.“Miller, we need to talk. What's happening to you?” Mr. Larkin said, his voice tinged with uneasiness as he stepped into the scattered room. He didn't want to waste any time or beat around the bush.Miller glanced up, his expression was filled with frustration and anger. "Nothing you'd ge
A way to survive Miller stood up, anger flashing in his eyes. "Thank you for trying to help me, but you can’t help. Just stay out of my business until I leave this house.""Miller, don’t do this. I want to help you, don't shut me out or you will regret it," Mr. Larkin pleaded, his voice filled with concern."No, you need to stay out of it. This is my fight. I don't need you to mock me with it," Miller snapped back, his frustration boiling over.Mr. Larkin took a step closer, his face a mix of worry and confusion. He couldn't understand why Miller would be so arrogant. "You think I’m mocking you? I’m your father, Miller. I’m trying to protect you. Whatever is happening, I need to help you sort it out."Miller shook his head, his anger not having any chance of fading away. "Protect me? Where were you when my business was falling apart? When everything was going wrong? When I was on the run? In fact, you want to rattle me out. And now, you are here to spill nonsense, acting like you car
A LIFE WELL LIVED In the months that followed the defeat of Miller, Kim's life began to settle into a rhythm of peace and fulfillment. The chaos and destruction had left scars on the city, but with Kim's direction, the people rebuilt their lives, stronger and more united than ever. One bright morning, Kim was called to a special ceremony by the government. It was held in the city's grand hall, a place that had seen both despair and triumph. As Kim entered, he was greeted by a standing ovation. The hall was filled with dignitaries, officials, and grateful citizens who had come to honor him. The mayor stepped forward, holding a gleaming medal. "Mr. Kim," he began, his voice filled with emotion, "your bravery and selflessness have not only saved our city but have also inspired a nation. Today, we honor you with the Medal of Honor, the highest recognition we can bestow." Kim bowed his head as the medal was placed around his neck. He felt a swell of pride, not just for himself but for
AFTERMATH OF THE WAR As Miller knelt down, beaten and broken, he looked up at Kim with desperate eyes. The darkness had been stripped from him, leaving him vulnerable and weak. But his heart was still filled with hatred. He knew his time was running out. But he wanted to buy more time to run. "Kim... please... spare me," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I can change... I can do better..." Kim's heart hurt at the sight of his once-fierce rival now pleading for mercy. Memories of the destruction and chaos Miller had caused flashed through his mind. He thought of the countless lives lost, the families torn apart, and the cities reduced to rubble. He knew that sparing Miller might lead to more suffering and devastation in the future. "I'm sorry, Miller," Kim said softly, his voice was persistent but tinged with sadness. "I can't let you continue to bring harm to the world. Peace and harmony between heaven and earth can only be restored if you are stopped once and for all." Miller's
THE FINAL FIGHT Miller seethed with rage as he watched the news, his name tainted and cursed while Kim was hailed as a hero. The city was rebuilding, and the people had found hope again. Miller couldn't stand it. The very thought of Kim being praised while he was seen as the villain drove him to madness. He decided it was time to end this once and for all. The battle of heaven and hell would be fought through Kim and Miller, and only one would emerge victorious. Miller stormed through the streets, his presence alone was sending waves of fear and chaos. Buildings crumbled in his wake, and the skies darkened as if mirroring his fury. He was ready to confront Kim, crush him, and prove his dominance. Kim, aware of Miller's approach, stood unshaken. He had been preparing for this moment, training tirelessly with Zero. The citizens, now secured in guarded shelters, watched with bated breath, knowing the final battle was imminent. Miller appeared back to the city, his eyes were blazing
MILLER’S COME BACK Kim had finally accessed his full powers. He felt a surge of energy coursing through his body, and he knew he was now strong enough to face Miller. Determined, he set out in search of his nemesis, scouring every possible hiding place he could think of. Despite his extensive efforts, Miller remained elusive.Undeterred, Kim turned his attention to the mess Miller had caused during his rampage. The city lay in ruins, with countless lives affected by the chaos and destruction. Kim knew he had to do something to help.He began working closely with the government, providing health amenities to those injured during Miller’s attacks. Hospitals were overwhelmed, and Kim’s assistance was important in making sure that everyone received the care they needed. He used his powers to heal where he could and organized resources to support the medical teams.“I can’t believe how much you’re doing for us,” a nurse said, with tears in her eyes. “You’re a real hero.”Kim shook his hea
THE ANTICIPATION Miller was in his hideout, screaming in pain and fury. The pain from his recent defeat by Kim tore through him, not just physically but mentally. He felt embarrassed and hurt. His ego was bruised.His roars echoed through the empty chamber, filled with rage and frustration. He knew Kim was training and preparing, but he never thought Kim would actually defeat him. With the amount of power he has? “How did this happen?” Miller shouted into the void. “The ancestor told me Kim wouldn't be any match for my powers, yet he beat me without even getting started. How can that be? Did he deceive me to set me up?”He paced back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and anger. “What kind of power does Kim possess? Why must he always be more than me in everything? Stronger, richer, more loved, more successful, and now with a higher power? Why must it always be Kim?”His frustration grew, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, cursing the invisible ancestor. “How can I
THE FIRST FIGHTKim stood on the rooftop, his body shimmering with his newfound ability. The city below him lay in ruins, a reality to Miller’s wrath. The time had come to end this once and for all. Zero stood beside him, his face etched with decision.“We’ve trained hard for this moment, Kim. You are ready,” Zero said, placing a reassuring hand on Kim’s shoulder.Kim nodded, his eyes glowing with fierce willpower. “I know. It’s time to end this.”As they prepared, Kim felt a sudden shift in the air. A bright light descended from the heavens, and with it came a group of ethereal beings, warriors clad in shining armor, their wings spreading wide. Kim’s heart leaped as he recognized them. They were his allies from his previous life, the heavenly warriors who had fought beside him in the great battle between heaven and hell.“Kim, it’s been too long,” one of the warriors, a tall figure with golden armor and piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. “We’ve come to aid you in this final battle.
ALMOST READYIn the open training space, the air was thick with anticipation. Kim stood at the center, his breathing was steady but heavy with the weight of the task before him. Zero, circled him, chanting in an ancient language that resonated with power. The space seemed to hum with energy, the walls vibrating ever so slightly as Zero’s enchantments filled the space.It was also a moment of peace and reflection. Kim closed his eyes, focusing on the words, letting them wash over him. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, radiating outward. Slowly, his body began to glow with a faint, ethereal light. His skin hardened, taking on a metallic sheen, and his eyes flickered with an otherworldly blue light. Zero's voice grew louder, more intense, as he poured all his energy into the enchantment."You must focus, Kim," Zero urged, his voice echoing with the power of the spell. "Feel the energy within you, let it grow, let it consume you. This is your power. Feel it! Embrace it!!"Kim'
A SEARCH FOR KIMMiller’s reign of terror showed no signs of slowing. He roamed the city, causing chaos and suffering wherever he went. Buildings were reduced to rubble, and the streets were filled with the echoes of his maniacal laughter and the cries of his victims. No one was safe from his wrath, and his powers made him nearly unstoppable.Back at his home, Miller's cruelty extended to his parents. He had turned Mr. and Mrs. Larkin into his servants, forcing them to do disgusting and humiliating tasks for his amusement. They were constantly under his watchful eye, terrified of what he might make them do next. He had turned Mr. Larkin’s money into his. He spends it however he likes and dares not complain.One evening, Miller sat in the living room, a wicked grin on his face as he watched his parents scrub the floor with toothbrushes. “Faster!” he barked, his voice dripping with malice. “I want to see my reflection in the tiles.”Mr. Larkin’s hands trembled with fatigue and rage, but
THE HAVOCMiller had become a force of chaos, rampaging through the city with an uncontrollable fury. Buildings crumbled in his wake, cars exploded, and terrified citizens fled for their lives. The news was filled with constant updates on the destruction, showing footage of Miller laughing maniacally as he wreaked havoc."He’s unstoppable!" one news anchor exclaimed, her voice filled with panic. "Miller is destroying everything in sight, and nothing seems to be able to stop him."The police, army, and navy were all deployed to contain the situation, but it was futile. Bullets and artillery had no effect on Miller. Instead, he seemed to draw power from their attempts to harm him. He attacked with ruthless efficiency, and many who faced him did not survive.Amidst the chaos, Kim was on his honeymoon with Zoey. They were enjoying a rare moment of peace when Kim’s phone rang. It was his boss."Kim, we need you," his boss said urgently. "Miller is causing mass destruction. We’ve tried ever