NO ONE
I stand here. In a Casino Bar. Drinking heavily, ready to unravel this city, then the entire world. No one can stop me—not even those useless military fools. What can their bullets do? Nothing. Nada. Rien. I will summon my ultimate weapon once again. And this vibrant city... will soon be reduced to ashes.
“One margarita,” I said as my eyes scanned the room. Too many people, too many lives to lose. And I don’t care. The people here are obsessed with money, sex, money, sex—drugs, then sex again, and money once more. They are fixated on their wealth—look at those pathetic pieces of shit. Some guy is shouting after winning half a million on a machine. And in the corner, a middle-aged man is surrounded by half-naked women. Who knows if that man is married, with his wife waiting at home?
This world is so utterly pathetic. I love it.
I glance at my small glass on the counter. I took a single sip and once again watched the people around me. I observe them as I think of what I could do to them right now. I want to be creative. I crave something new. I’ve already taken many cities, and this one is next. Sooner, I will be their God.
They will worship me. And I can’t wait for that moment to come.
“I don’t gamble,” a woman says as she walks past me. She is accompanied by a tall man in military uniform. They are both dressed similarly, but the woman looks weak—small, too small. I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to call her a "woman." She resembles a child.
And yes, the military. They are everywhere. They search for me, yet they don’t even recognize my face.
“Hey, entertain yourself,” the man says as they stop beside me. “Boss always mocks you because you’re weak at everything. I know that shit’s tiring—you should have some fun.”
“Fun in a place like this?” the woman scoffs. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. You can win big money here,” the man replies. “You’re lucky. You’re useless, but look—you're a soldier now!”
“Yeah. I hate you,” the small woman mutters as she struggles to climb onto the stool due to her size. She’s around 4 feet tall, I guess. “And now, we’re still trying to catch THAT guy… even though we know we’re going to die.”
Oh.
Me.
But she’s right.
I roll my eyes upward. I leave my spot. Stepping out of the Casino Bar, shaking my head as I walk away, I snap my fingers, and chaos erupts inside. Loud screams fill the air. It’s beautiful to my ears—the sound of destruction. Then I hear the familiar wail. My pet. I turn back to watch as it dismantles the place entirely.
He is my pet. My creation. Born from my own blood. Ah, that little monster. He crushes those people to death—look at his enormous size. He’s a giant, a true monster straight from hell.
I begin walking away as my creation continues to wreak havoc. He comes to life whenever I summon him. I am his master, and I gave him life. Sooner or later, I know the government will seek a way to destroy him. What can they do? Fill him with bullets? That’s useless.
And the joke’s on them—I still have many creations in my pocket. I will unleash them, and soon, I will bring the world to its knees.
My reason? None. No, I don’t have some traumatic past or any bullshit excuse for why I’ve lost my mind. I had loving parents, a good life. I’m an only child, and they gave me everything I wanted. Oh, I’m spoiled.
Everything I want, I must have.
Who knew one day I’d want the entire world?
I don’t have motivation. I just do it because I want to. Or maybe I’m bored. Or maybe I just crave attention. Oh—I’ve figured it out. I’m simply throwing a tantrum.
But there’s still one obstacle in my way. That woman they call a "superhero." She is famous for saving people—obviously. Her name is Isabella.
Superhero, yeah right. Hundreds of her followers are already dead. And they call her a "savior"? The audacity.
And there are many fools who idolize her. She’s beautiful, strong, and craves justice. Yet she hasn’t proven that desire for justice. She’s a fucking loser. She seeks attention—it’s painfully obvious I want to cry.
So when the entire place becomes silent, my creation quietly fades away. The atmosphere is still, and I know it won’t stay this way for long. Soon, the police or ambulances will arrive. They always arrive too late. Only after everything is destroyed will they show up—after I’ve had my fill of torment.
Quietly, I walk away. The city is next. Just like the others before it. I won’t count how many lives I’ll claim—those who remain will serve...
“Sir! Are you okay?!”
I snap out of my thoughts and turn to the voice behind me. My brow furrows as I keep my hands in my pockets.
It’s the same girl. Bloodied, clutching her arm as she limps towards me. At first glance, I know her bone is shattered. Oh shit, that must hurt.
“Are you okay?” she asks again once she reaches me. She looks up at me and—“Were you hit by the explosion? I need to call an ambulance—there are still people inside.” She wipes the blood from her forehead. “Can I use your phone?”
What the fuck?
My brows furrow deeper.
She’s asking me if I’m okay? What kind of fool—
“Still people inside?” I ask, irritated.
She nods rapidly, her eyes filled with determination. She wants to save them—typical military. Oh, how I despise them.
I’m bored. Irritated.
How the hell are they still alive?
I snap my fingers again.
A brief flash of light from the sky, and there’s my pet once more, stepping through the ruins repeatedly. The woman watches in shock. When she turns back to look at me, her eyes widen in terror. Fear is etched all over her face. My pet stands 30 meters tall and looks like a true monster. With every stomp, the ground quakes—even from a distance.
I can’t help but grin.
Look at her priceless expression while my creation, Grego, continues to destroy.
“You just murdered those people inside.” My grin widens. I continue walking away. I can still feel her gaze on me. She’s an idiot—I like it.
“You won’t kill me?” I hear the woman behind me ask. Her voice trembles, her body struggling to endure the pain.
I turn to face her, locking eyes.
“I saw your face,” she says again.
I roll my eyes. “Go home. Resign. You’re too useless.”
“And you’re a piece of crap,” she says through a shaky voice, though with clear anger in her tone.
“Bitch, please?” I sneer. “Can you repeat that?”
She stumbles back. “Y-You’re a piece of crap... y-you... you’re a horrible being—y-you...”
Well, I guess I’ve changed my mind.
I had fun. This was a pleasure. And now, I need some background music for this little lesson she’ll never forget.
I’m an advocate of gender equality.
Who cares if she’s a woman? I’ve already buried my mother alive last night.
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