No me responsabilizo de los poderes utilizados por personajes creados por otros autores, en mi historia mi único personaje propio es el protagonista y el mundo el que se encuentra.
Los otros personajes mencionados hacen parte de sus respectivas franquicias.
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The silence after the roar of thunder was almost unbearable. The forest, reduced to ashes and splinters, reeked of burned soil and broken sap. Kael, still gasping for breath, felt the ether coursing through his body as if every vein were a river charged with electricity.
"What… was that?" I asked myself, still in disbelief, staring at my trembling hands. Blue sparks danced between my fingers, fading in the air like fireflies.
"The answer to your weakness," Blood replied, his voice more serious than usual. "You've received a cultivation technique. Not just anything, boy… something that should not exist, neither in this world nor in any other."
"A technique…?" —my breathing faltered— "No way… am I some child of the heavens or something?"
"And quit calling me boy, damn it. You were only born a few days ago." I grumbled, raising my middle finger to the sky like an idiot.
Then it hit me. I laughed. But it wasn't a normal laugh. At first, it was broken, nervous chuckles. Then it shifted into something else: a hysterical outburst. My lips stretched wide, and if it weren't humanly impossible, my grin would have torn my face apart.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
It was frustration. It was relief. It was hatred and hope blended together. All of that pent-up impotence exploded into madness, marking my choice:
"Hah… from now on, the world will know who I really am."
After fifteen seconds of laughing like a lunatic, I suddenly realized what I had said aloud.
"Thank god nobody heard that…"
Blood, watching me behave like a fool, finally spoke with solemn weight:
"The name is Elemental Ascendancy. A cultivation method that will resonate with your body every time you advance. It feeds on your affinity… in your case, you possess all affinities."
"All of them?"
"I wonder if you really are heaven's child. Oh, and especially lightning—because of what you extracted."
"Shit, shit! HAHAHA, I'm overpowered, damn it!!"
I calmed myself and asked, "Lightning? What do you mean?"
"Exactly that. You extracted fragments of the divinity of Thor Odinson. For now, you're nothing more than an apprentice with basic Aesir strength. You can channel electricity, reinforce your body, and release minor bursts. Nothing more. The storm in the skies was merely the world's reaction to a power that shouldn't exist here."
My eyes shone with an anticipation I hadn't felt in either of my two lives.
"Then… if I advance…"
"Then each step will release more of what he once was. His battles, his strength, his storms. But remember: you're still an eight-year-old child at the first stage. Don't mistake a spark for a lightning bolt."
I clenched my fists. The power was there, pulsing in my veins. Crude but alive. All I needed… was to move forward.
On the way back to the village, everything looked the same—yet for me, everything had changed. Villagers smiled and greeted me, while I barely nodded back.
"One day… I'll have to leave them behind," I thought, my throat tightening. Being a cultivator meant abandoning people, leaving home, living in a world where blood was currency.
"Sentimental," Blood muttered. "That'll be the thing that breaks you."
I ignored him.
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On the road, I ran into Lily. She came running with her innocent smile and a runny nose. I was about to tell her to wipe it when she suddenly stopped, staring at me as if she sensed something different.
"What's wrong, Lily?"
"…You're not the same anymore, Brother Kael. You've changed," she said softly, tilting her head. "Your eyes… they're scary. But… they don't scare me."
"How could my husband scare me?" Lily added, her little face blushing.
"Eh? I swear all I ever did was play hide and seek with her. I'm not a lolicon, damn it."
"Kid, you're way too young to think about that."
"But you're the same age as me."
"Shut up."
"Okay, Brother Kael," Lily said with a beautiful smile.
Lucky will be her future husband.
I smirked. That girl… she was always different.
Meanwhile, in the nearby city…
The head of security, a cultivator at the second realm, had felt the thunder's echo. Lightning wasn't common, especially without a storm. Strong cultivators couldn't just wander here without risking death at the hands of the church.
He summoned two subordinates, both stage 2 of the Ethereal Foundation Realm, and sent them to investigate.
"A power that shook the skies… if it exists here, it will be mine," he murmured coldly.
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Days later.
I was training in silence, breathing deeply, when I felt my ether settle. I advanced almost unintentionally to stage 2. It was like opening a floodgate—my body strengthened, my muscles hardened, and a stronger spark coursed through me. I wondered when I'd unlock the divinity, though even a fragment of Thor's strength was enough. For now, I could only wield a fraction of his abilities.
But peace never lasts.
The two cultivators reached the village. They were arrogant men, eyes filled with scorn, dressed in fine robes, and walking as though the ground owed them respect.
"Gather everyone," one ordered, his voice cutting through the air.
The villagers crowded into the central plaza, trembling. The men interrogated them, releasing spiritual pressure like hammers crushing insects.
"We know someone here caused the lightning. Confess!"
No one spoke. Fear silenced them. Then, as easily as stepping on an ant, one cultivator raised his hand and killed an old man with a blast of compressed wind. Blood splattered on nearby children.
My heart froze.
"No… I can't reveal myself. If I do, more will come." I clenched my teeth until they hurt.
I turned to leave for home—when I heard a scream. A voice I knew.
"Papa!"
Lily ran to the body of a fallen man. Her father. One of the victims. She clung to him, crying, and before I could act, one of the cultivators pierced her with a spear of earth.
The world stopped.
"No…"
My hands shook. My veins burned. Electricity roared inside me, demanding release.
"NOOOOO!!"
I leapt forward, my eyes blazing with lightning and red veins of fury. The cultivators sneered.
"A brat?" one laughed, bending the air into blades.
"This will be quick," the other said, hardening his skin into stone.
BOOM.
Wind howled like razors, cutting trees and lifting dust. The earth rose into walls, crushing down at me. But I ran, dodged, and my fists crackled.
A bolt exploded from my hand, shattering the wall to pieces. The wind cultivator lunged, but my electric punch convulsed him. He didn't fall, though.
"You've got power, kid! But you don't know how to use it. Give me that treasure, and maybe, if you kneel, I'll spare you."
I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they'd break. I blocked the next strike, my body holding thanks to Aesir strength—but every move tore me apart. My muscles burned, my skin split.
"Damn it… AHHHH!"
Screaming, I forced them toward the outskirts, away from the villagers. The fight turned brutal. One hurled me into a tree, shattering part of the forest. The other nearly crushed me beneath boulders the size of houses. They fought like avatars. But my lightning grew sharper with each strike, each roar.
With a furious cry, I poured everything into one punch, breaking through the wind cultivator's defenses. The bolt seared through him from the inside, burning his organs to ash.
The earth cultivator lunged to trap me, but I blasted him point-blank in the chest. The lightning tore him in half.
I collapsed to my knees, bleeding and panting. But alive. Without Thor's partial essence, I'd have died like an insect.
Stumbling back to the village, I found Lily's body beside her father's.
I knelt, trembling, touching her cold face. Tears mixed with blood as I dug with my bare hands at the foot of the tree where we used to play. I buried Lily and her father there, my tears falling like blades of fire.
"I'm sorry, Lily… I'm so sorry," I sobbed, begging her lifeless body.
"Never again… will I be a coward," I swore over her grave. "And if I ever become someone, I'll bring you back, little one. Maybe your dream of marrying me won't remain just a dream."
I laughed bitterly through my tears, my eyes crimson. My tears looked like blood as my battered body slowly healed, electricity flickering around me.
That day, a part of me died. That day… another was born.
—Four years later…