Chapter 1: Kaiju
"Huh? Where is my money?" Kaiju panicked, anxiously darting his eyes around his cramped room.
In his gaunt hand, he held a shattered bottled glass he had hidden in a secret place to avoid the gaze of his father. It contained all his savings from more than half a year.
The purpose of the savings was to treat his injured body after he was beaten by his tyrant classmates. He had foreseen it coming – as much as he tried to prevent it, he inevitably garnered their wrath, or should he speculate... their wicked thoughts of raining him with their fist and kicks to their contentment.
He was helpless. His right ear was even cut since the tyrant performed a sharp jab, one containing the strength of being trained by a Ranker and spoiled by Refined Genesis Serum since childhood.
As a result, he had already decided to visit the hospital to preserve his life, at least.
However, he was devastated to discover his money was purposely stolen, and there was only one person on his mind he assumed who broke the bottle.
He hated to admit it, but he was certain it could only be him.
He hastily left his cramped room and saw the shabby living room filled with empty, broken, red bottled glass.
A revolting stench assaulted his nostrils – reek of alcohol and body odor from clothes, seemingly not having been washed in decades.
As always, his father sat on a dark blue sofa. His tight, sleeveless shirt failed to cover his hairy belly. His stout face reddened, having been drunk all day.
Kaiju pinched his nose and trudged forward.