Rebirth In Super Gene - Chapter 1

Athens, Greece

Outside a countryside villa, you see many people. All of them were dead, with either a limb missing or multiple bullet wounds. Going inside a similar site could be seen—bodies leading all up to a room upstairs, with bloody footsteps leading inside. Two men could be seen. Both men were nearly dead talking to each other.

The first man has blonde hair and a white complexion, most likely an American. In contrast, the second man had black hair and had a more tanned skin color, looking of Japanese descent.

“So, did you expect to die like this, O famous SuperKiller?” asked the American man soon after coughing up blood.

Looking closer, he had a plethora of slash marks all covering his torso, and more shockingly, several strange-shaped blades were inside his ċhėst.

The Japanese man struggled to chuckle as he bled out.

” I don’t believe anyone would, now would they? At least I can die knowing it took this many people to kill me. It almost makes me feel like I accomplished my dream.” He responds, smiling bitterly to himself.

‘Hehe, my dream is what brought me into all of this shit. But who can I blame but myself.’ So he thought, looking around at the chaos that had unfolded. He began to think back to when he was small.

His name was Yami. He was an orphan from Japan whose mother had died while giving birth to him. His father wasn’t in the situation, and his mother had no known relatives alive. So, in the end, he was given to an orphanage. They named him Yami because of the already mess of black hair on top of his head.

Yami was a quiet yet intelligent child. He played with the other children, but he never seemed to be all the way there. That was until one day, while watching tv, he saw his first superheroes. That moment brought a new light to his eyes. He finally knew what he wanted to be a Superhuman.

At the time, he was only seven, so he began to exercise slowly. The caretakers of the orphanage wondered why he started working out but didn’t mind. As it wasn’t anything harmful and he was pretty well behaved, they let him continue. When he turned 13, he found a job to work at while still living in the orphanage. He used the money he earned to pay for martial art classes around the city to build his foundation.

He was quick to learn and master how to use knives, kunai, bows, and Japanese kenjutsu. By the age of 16, he had gone all over Japan and learned all martial arts he could find. When he couldn’t find anything else turned to focus on his studies. By 18, he graduated from a local university with degrees in computer science, human biology, and engineering. At this time, he said his farewells to the people at the orphanage that had raised him.

He wanted to be someone who broke the boundaries of a human and become something more. Yami knew that was going to cost a lot of money. But he’d already prepared himself to make money from killing. He didn’t plan on getting caught up in senseless killing. He would pick whom he believed deserved to be killed.

This began his career. Over the years, Yami had become known on the dark web as one of the best hackers out there. If he accepted your request, it was 100% going to be done.

So it didn’t take much for Yami to find a hit on someone. His first kill was a man from France. He had murdered and rȧpėd many women but would always be let go in the end due to his numerous connections and lack of evidence therefor.

One of the victims’ husband had offered two million for his death. Yami, seeing the information naturally accepted. It was an easy job. Even though he had never really used a gun before, he was an excellent shot. He used a .50 BMG from around 700 meters away. The man stayed in a hotel suite with an open balcony giving Yami a clear sight of him.

It was almost a surreal feeling for Yami. One moment the mans’ head was there, and then with the slight pull of the trigger, it disappeared. The bullet obliterated his skull.

He collected his money from the widower to only later find out he had committed suicide. To pay for the job, he’d sold everything he had. He only wanted to know that his wifes’ ȧssaulter was dead. He hung himself with a smile on his face, hoping to see his wife in the afterlife.

Yami, after learning of this, was somewhat saddened. The man and his wife were good honest people. They only wanted a simple life, yet it sadly couldn’t be so. He would go on to learn just how twisted and cruel people could be.

Years went by as his reputation grew. From gunning down entire gangs, silently slitting throats with knives, or taking down entire cartels, he did it all. This was all while still trying to find a way to break the boundaries of a human.

He traveled across the world and absorbed as much as he could. Yet, it was never enough. By the time he was 34, he had realized that his dream would never come true. No matter how hard he worked or trained, he could still die to things like any other human can. His skin couldn’t stop bullets. He could still be run over and die. Nothing he did could break that boundary.

He finally mȧturėd up and changed his mindset. He slowly stopped trying to be a superhuman and accepted he was still human. He still did jobs every now and then but eventually stopped after he turned 40. By that time, many people wanted him dead. It was inevitable he with all the jobs he took.

He was tired of all the killing and action. He never really never had hobbies until one day he decided to read manga and novels. He quickly found it was something he enjoyed, making him imagine being in a world where magic existed or people with enough strength to sink an island roamed.

But out of all the stories he read, his favorite story of all time was Super Gene. It fascinated him how regular people were able to grow stronger—breaking the normal human limit by killing and eating the creatures there. He read all the translated chapters till he ran into to original Chinese version of the book, which had already ended.

He had learned many languages over the years while traveling. Chinese being one of them[A/N: I wished I did but sadly don’t]. He finished all 3462 chapters that it had published. Yami was sad seeing the story finished but happy all the same. He eventually went on to watch anime and read different manga and novels. Super Gene still remained his favorite.

While he was doing all this, the outside world was on the hunt. Yami’s name had reached all over the world. Eventually, a bounty was made for his head. They only wanted him dead, as leaving him alive could mean he had a chance to escape if captured.

Yami expected something like this to happen but didn’t think it would happen so soon. He had rigged his house with his own special security system. Ai, camera’, and mounted guns made quite the deterrent.

When he saw so many vans start to surround his villa, he didn’t hesitate to let his security system run wild. He didn’t have to worry about it killing someone innocent because everyone outside had murder on their mind.

When the mounted guns were no longer working, he picked up an ȧssault rifle and opened fire on the people who had made it inside. When he could no longer fire, he stabbed and cut. He had specially designed knives the knives he used. He had gone so far as learning how to forge to make them himself.

As they always did the job. To stab and hook into the flesh. So when pulled out, it caused excruciating pain. He had injured the last man, a leader of one of the organizations that came to kill him using one of those knives.

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“Oi bastard, you still alive down there?” Yami asked. Hearing no response, his body shook as he struggled to laugh.

“I might have never accomplished my dream, but I damn sure could be considered a superhuman, huh?”.. After saying those words, his body slumped as the light in his eyes slowly faded away.