"There he goes again!!"
Many monitors and screens across Vhella city flashed a marvelous gold.
"Another clean victory for the Haz!... Is there anything this man can't do!?"
This… This is a Nosk stream. They watch a specific hero, those who fight Nosks pursue their duties and show off their abilities. The one on screen right now is Haz. This man is the most powerful of all the Heroes we call Husks; an odd name, but it's what has been around since the start, so we don't question it.
A nurse stepped into the room, a pen and notepad in hand.
"Mr. Kuo, your check-up is ready."
*Sigh*
"Be right there.."
This specific replay is the Nosk known as Cellius being defeated for the final time. Haz's greatest and final fight. Unbeknownst to the viewers, he suffered a fatal hit to his stomach, effectively ending his career, but not before he went toe to toe with a similar foe to Cellius… Hellthore. Haz stood his ground; a little chest pain didn't bother him. He overwhelmed Hellthore like every other opponent he had faced previously. But right before his finisher, every ounce of power he had clotted and froze, leaving him open to a well-placed strike, almost ending his life.
I stepped into the checkup room, and a soft white light illuminated the well-aligned gear.
"Mr. Kuo, please take a seat."
The mortally wounded Haz was left, vulnerable on the ground, forcing 3 lesser Husks to clean up the mess and send him away.
The gold figure, Haz, had fallen in battle, his perfect stature fractured and his public image ruined. Just like that, everyone who looked up to him turned their backs. His backers and the industry left him, and his girlfriend, his only reliable partner, turned her back.
He had nothing but his immediate family and a stained image.
"Alright, your check-up is finished. I'll send over the results tomorrow or whenever possible."
"Thanks, ma'am."
I got up and stepped outside. A mirrored image of a man faces back at me. Frail black hair that couldn't be messier. Void black eyes piercing my soul. You could probably even mistake it for a homeless man, even at that youthful age of 20. I have had my fair share of people calling me a basement rat or a freeloader… The closest equivalent to what I looked like at this very moment…
I tossed a gold coin into the air right as I passed a height scale, the glare as it reached the pinnacle of my height hit right at 5'10, a befitting height for a 'loser' like me.
I opened the door to my apartment, revealing nothing new since I left.
I like to pretend I'm not home whenever annoyances come to my door. It saves me so much time, I really need it when I have nothing to do…
Ow…
*Crash*