A sharp scream, filled with pure, adult indignation, echoed through the thin walls of the filthy, gloomy apartment.
Exactly one year had passed. Three hundred and sixty-five days of utter neglect, abandonment, and misery. During that time, the young man trapped in the body of an infant had not only mastered his basic motor skills far before medically possible, but his superior intellect had also allowed him to decipher and read the kanji of his new country's language from the old newspapers and gambling magazines his "parents" left lying on the floor.
However, his newfound literacy only brought him a new level of fury. Sitting on the grimy floor, he clutched in his chubby hands a crumpled, beer-stained document he'd found in a half-open drawer. It was his birth certificate.
He read the characters over and over again, hoping he had made a mistake, but the reality was undeniable.
—Kaiju Hano—he read in his mind, clutching the paper with a frustration that threatened to make his baby teeth grind.
Kaiju. Monster. Strange beast.
That was the name they'd given him. They hadn't even bothered to find a real name; they'd simply labeled him the unwanted creature who'd ruined their miserable lives. All he could do was curse those two alcoholic failures as he crumpled the official document into a ball and angrily threw it into a corner of the room.
For a whole year, his parents hadn't even deigned to look him in the eye. They had treated him worse than an old piece of furniture. He had managed to survive starvation and disease only thanks to the miraculous skill he was born with. The same skill that, in a past that felt like a distant dream, he himself had created to kill boredom on a blank sheet of paper.
"Keep drinking, you pair of idiots," the little Kaiju thought, frowning. "Wait until you're old and frail. I'll leave you to rot in the worst nursing home I can find."
With a sigh that sounded too tired for a one-year-old, he stood up unsteadily and walked to the kitchen. He took an empty plastic bottle and filled it with ice-cold water from the rusty tap. Holding it with both hands, he closed his eyelids. When he opened them, the dull brown of his pupils was replaced by an immaculate, pure white.
The transmutation ability activated. Before his eyes, the clear liquid began to change density and color. The clear water turned a thick, translucent white, while the temperature of the plastic shifted from freezing cold to comforting warmth. In a matter of seconds, he had transformed tap water into warm, nutrient-rich milk. His survival depended entirely on his own secret divinity.
However, as he sipped in silence, a cold unease settled in his chest. His analytical mind began to connect the dots. If he possessed such an absurdly broken and godlike ability, an anomaly that defied the laws of physics and matter... that could only mean one thing. The world he had reincarnated into was not normal. The balance of the universe dictated that a power of divine rank only existed if there were threats of equal or greater magnitude.
"What kind of monsters are walking around that I need these eyes?" He wondered, feeling a chill run down her spine. He needed to prepare. He needed to plan.
Dropping the half-finished bottle onto the table, she focused her eyes once more on the plastic object. The white glow intensified, and the bottle distorted, folding in on itself until it transformed completely into a blank notebook and a simple graphite pencil. She had to start writing, to test the limits of her vision, to map her surroundings.
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The hours passed and night fell heavily on the city.
Kaiju slept in his crib, which he had repaired and cleaned himself using small doses of telekinesis and transmutation over the previous months. The silence of the apartment was broken only by the occasional snores that usually came from his parents' room.
But tonight was different. Tonight, the silence was profound.
An unnatural shadow crept across the doorway, slowly projecting itself onto the peeling walls until it covered the small body of the peacefully breathing baby.
Kaiju's survival instinct, honed by a year of neglect, jolted him awake. He opened his eyes just in time to see his own mother bent over the crib. Her greasy hair covered part of her face, her eyes were bloodshot, and she wore an expression of utter madness and despair.
Then he saw it. The metallic edge of a kitchen knife gleamed ominously in the pale moonlight filtering through the window.
The woman raised the weapon with both hands, and with a muffled grunt, brought it down with all her strength, aiming directly to pierce her son's small chest.
Time seemed to slow down. Kaiju's brain processed the threat at breakneck speed. At the last instant, it forced its nascent muscles to react and rolled brutally to the left.
The sound of the fabric being torn and the metal being driven into the mattress echoed in the room.
The baby stared at the leaf, embedded millimeters from where his heart had been. His eyes widened in utter shock. He knew his parents hated him. He knew his existence disgusted them and ruined their selfish lives. But... to go so far as to murder him in cold blood in his own crib? That shattered every semblance of his civilized mind. It was a devastating blow to what little humanity he still possessed.
The woman, realizing she had failed, let out a hysterical scream and yanked the knife from the mattress to try to stab him again.
Without thinking, Kaiju stumbled out of the crib, landing heavily on the floor. With his power, he could have stopped her in a second. He could have snapped her neck with a single thought. But he didn't want to. Deep down, he was still the soul of a young man of the modern age, a pacifist writer who had never harmed another living being. The idea of using lethal violence paralyzed him.
He ran down the hallway of the small apartment. His one-year-old legs could barely support him, and the place felt like a vast, terrifying maze. He reached the living room, desperately searching for the corner where his father used to fall asleep on the sofa.
"Maybe... just maybe, he'll stop this madness," she prayed in her mind, approaching the man who was sitting up because of the noise.
"Help!" he tried to shout, but only a sharp, terrified babble came out of his mouth.
Before he could reach the sofa, a massive shadow loomed before him. The father, his eyes blazing with rage and his breath reeking of cheap alcohol, didn't see a son crying for help. He saw the source of all his misfortunes.
Without saying a word, the man raised his leg and launched a savage and merciless kick directly at Kaiju's small body.
The impact was devastating. The sound of several small bones cracking and fracturing echoed through the room. Kaiju flew through the air like a rag doll and slammed brutally against the plaster wall, falling to the floor in a shuddering heap.
An unbearable, blinding, and suffocating pain erupted in his ribs and left arm. His vision blurred with tears.
"You damned brat!" roared the father, approaching him with his fists clenched. "If it weren't for you, my life would be different!"
The mother appeared in the hallway, still clutching the knife, panting erratically.
"If I had aborted you, maybe I would have met someone better! You ruined me, you parasite!" she screamed, her words dripping with a poison that burned more than physical blows.
More and more insults and contempt rained down on him. Kaiju could only tremble with fear, huddled against the wall. Despite possessing the potential of a god, his mind and emotions were those of a human overwhelmed by incomprehensible domestic violence. He had never known true cruelty until that night.
The mother lunged at him. Kaiju tried to protect his face with his remaining good arm, but the woman, in an erratic frenzy, launched a blind slash.
The tip of the knife cut a thin, deep line across his face, piercing his right eye.
A piercing, high-pitched scream, filled with pure childlike agony, escaped the baby's lips. Hot, red blood began to flow from the wound, staining his face and dripping onto the wooden floor. He crawled backward, blind in one eye, as utter terror threatened to drive him mad.
Through his one good eye, he looked at the two adults. They were no longer human. They were monsters. Deformed shadows approaching with the clear intention of finishing the job, of erasing him from existence.
In that moment of unbearable pain and paralyzing fear, something within Kaiju's mind snapped. The moral thread that bound him to his past life—the empathy and compassion of an ordinary human—was incinerated. Fear was instantly swallowed by a tide of primal fury, a rage so ancient and dark that it shook the very air around him.
His eyes, including the injured eye that bled profusely, underwent a sudden mutation. The brown disappeared, devoured by a glowing, terrifying blood red.
With a single squeeze of his small, childlike fingers against the ground, the power of destruction was unleashed.
¡CRACK!
The concrete floor beneath the wood cracked massively in a spiderweb pattern, as if a meteorite had struck the room. The shockwave knocked both adults to the ground, sending them sprawling backward and dropping the knife. Pure, cold, primal terror replaced madness on the faces of his parents as they watched the wounded child begin to emit a murderous aura that suffocated them.
But the fiery rage soon mingled with overwhelming sadness and utter revulsion. The color of her pupils shifted violently, from destructive red to a brilliant, hypnotic purple.
Propelled by an invisible and unstoppable telekinetic force, the man and woman's bodies were lifted from the ground. They kicked and screamed in the air, held by their necks by invisible hands that choked them, raising them until their heads touched the ceiling.
Kaiju stood up. Its fractured bones were forcibly healed under the pressure of the divine energy overflowing from its small container.
"You..." The voice that echoed in the room was no longer a baby's babble. It was a mental, telepathic voice, projected directly into the brains of his attackers. "You're not even a fraction of what my real mother was. You don't deserve the title of human."
With that pronouncement, the cosmic stress and mana overload caused her short black hair to begin bleaching and turning a bright purple. She had entered a state of resonance, bringing her energy control to its maximum power.
Shifting from telekinesis to advanced pyrokinesis, Kaiju stared at them. A millisecond of hesitation flickered within him, a final glimmer of humanity pleading with him to stop. But the searing pain in his right eye reminded him that in this world, mercy was a death sentence.
A small violet flame, no bigger than a candle, magically materialized right in the center of both adults' chests.
There was no external fire. The ignition was internal.
Their parents' eyes widened dramatically, nearly popping out of their sockets. Their screams were silenced as fire engulfed their lungs, their blood boiled in their veins, and their internal organs were reduced to ash in seconds. The searing power devoured them from the inside out. When Kaiju severed its connection, two smoldering, lifeless shells crashed to the ground with a thud.
Smoke and the smell of burnt flesh began to fill the apartment. The residual fire soon ignited the curtains and the rotten woodwork.
The young killer stood amidst the chaos, breathing heavily. His first murder. He had stained his hands, his soul, in both his lives. He felt disgusted, broken, and strangely liberated.
He walked slowly toward the kitchen, ignoring the flames that were beginning to lick the walls. He picked up the plastic bottle she had left on the table, her only material comfort in that hell, clutched it to her small, blood-stained chest, and left through the front door just as the smoke began to suffocate her.
...
The shrill wails of fire truck sirens tore through the early morning tranquility. Several blocks away, far from the flashing lights and chaos, a small, one-year-old boy, dressed only in torn pants, walked alone through the cold shadows of a city park.
Her mind was fragmented, grappling with the trauma of the murder, the lingering pain in her face, and the utter loneliness of her existence.
He stopped in front of a clearing of dark earth. The night wind blew fiercely, chilling his skin and drying the blood from his face.
"It's better this way..." he murmured to the wind, his childlike voice laden with a tragic and somber maturity. "After all... my family, the one from my old world... they are my only true family."
She bent down and buried a small seed she had found lying near a path in the earth. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm the frantic beating of her traumatized heart. When she opened her eyelids, the violet of destruction and death faded, giving way to a bright and reassuring cyan.
The seed reacted to the energy in her eyes almost instantly. An emerald-green sprout emerged from the earth, growing at a miraculous rate. Its roots sank deep into the park's soil, shattering underground pipes, while a thick, massive trunk reached toward the night sky. In a matter of seconds, a huge tree, with foliage so dense it resembled a natural roof, stood majestically in the heart of the city.
Kaiju walked toward the thick roots of the tree, which seemed to have intertwined, forming a kind of protective cradle. He curled up there, clutching his bottle, sheltered from the rain that was beginning to fall and hidden from the eyes of a world that was determined to destroy him.
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Data Table:
Ability: Celestial Eyes
Active Skills:
CELESTIAL IRIS: Celestial Eyes tint the iris of the eyes with different colors, each granting specific abilities. When using their full power, the user's hair color also changes, indicating their maximum power state.
Red: Specialized in combat, it increases the user's strength, resistance, energy, toughness, and speed up to a certain limit, depending on their condition.
Purple: This color grants the ability of telekinesis. (It evolves into various kinesic abilities at maximum power)
Cyan: Elemental Creation and Control: Allows the wearer to create and control natural elements such as fire, water, earth, and air.
Passive skills:
CONCEALMENT OF DIVINE ENERGY: This ability allows the wielder of the "Celestial Eyes" to conceal any type of non-human energy emanating from their body, whether divine, demonic, or of any other supernatural nature. This allows them to pass unnoticed as ordinary humans, avoiding detection by divine beings, supernatural entities, and any magical or spiritual surveillance system.
NIGHT CLAIRVOYANCE: During the night, the wielder's vision sharpens, allowing them to see more clearly in the dark and detect hidden energies or presences. This ability becomes more effective under moonlight.
CONSTANT VIGILANCE: Even when the wearer is asleep or unconscious, a part of their mind remains alert, allowing them to detect threats and react quickly to danger. This ability can prevent ambushes and surprise attacks.
LUNAR REGENERATION: During the night, the wearer experiences accelerated recovery from injuries and exhaustion. This regeneration intensifies under moonlight, allowing for the healing of serious wounds and rapid energy restoration.
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Well, this fanfic will be going on hiatus once I've uploaded the chapters I manage to write, before Gemini goes to hell. Enjoy; I'm giving you a heads-up that it's going on hiatus, but not abandoned. I'll try to keep it going as much as I can. With that said, see you in the next chapter. Take care.
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