Fighting alone against 10,000 men with magical powers was totally my plan.
And it was going pretty well—until someone had the audacity to fake his death and wake up right when I was celebrating my victory.
So mean. Who even does that? 😑.
They didn't even have the politeness to ask me first. They just plunged a 3-meter long and half-a-meter broad sword right through my body.
So I was standing there, with a hole as large as half my body, in complete shock.
But before I died, I used self-destruct to blow off myself and that rascal.
Now I stood on the top of a tower overlooking a luxurious house.
Through the glass I could see humans I recognized.
My father, Max Granger, with his blonde spiky hair.
His wife, Lucretia Granger (previously Lucretia Bernett), with her red hair beside him. I never considered her my mother. How can you call someone who hated you "mother"?
There were three more people. One was my older nerdy sister, Sarah Granger.
Second was my cool-as-ice (he could actually manipulate ice) older brother Xeno Zankochi(a last name only he and I used)
And some other guy with jet black hair.
Wow. I was away for just two years and they adopted a new kid. Real... whatever this is.
They looked so happy.
Unfortunately, their happiness was going to get destroyed soon 😈.
Don't worry—I'm not gonna go Itachi Uchiha and kill them.
They were going to be attacked by the Lethego vampire cult.
Look, I really like vampires. Hell, I'm good friends with one of the cult's queens.
But this cult? They're freaking disgusting cannibals.
How did I know?
Well, let's just say I have really sharpened instincts—better than humans.
(Well, I'm way above humans, so that's like comparing a god to a human... or rather a devil to a human.)
So why didn't I warn them already?
Three reasons:
1. They were normal humans (bro and dad had to act like humans despite not being).
2. I was dead to them. Well, who'd expect someone to survive a self-destruction? (Tbh, I didn't myself.)
3. That would be so uncool. Bleh. Why would I do that when I could just make a heroic entrance?
(Not to save them tho. I had personal work with those rascal Lethegos.)
As I chewed through the burnt demon flesh, I saw them—the Lethego vampires—breaking into the house.