Kael was sitting on a bench in a park, extremely frustrated.
As soon as he was about to leave, someone stopped him.
"A man of sadness is a man of success," A voice said.
This voice was coming from a man that was leaning against a tree, arms crossed and his eyes calmly observing the sky. He looked to be around the age of Kael, maybe slightly older. He had light green hair and several tattoos all over his body. Mainly in his arms and face.
"Huh? Do you need something from me?" Kael asked. "If you don't then get your ass out of my sight."
"How rude. Being angry is far easier than being happy but being happy is far more beneficial than being being angry" The man said.
"The fuck are you talking about?" Kael said, standing up. "If you don't have any business with me then I'm leavin'."
"I do have business with you," The man said. "Kael falcon."
Kael paused and looked at the man, clenching his fist. "How the hell do you know my name?"
"How do I? It is quite simple. You are the son of Ronx falcon, one of the most famous men on the planet and you ask why I know your name?" The man said. "Quite humble of you, I must say."
"Keep talking shit and I'll break those pretty teeth of yours," Kael said. "What is your business with me. Be quick."
"You want to kill your father, don't you?" The man asked with a smirk. "The problem is that you are too weak to kill him, isn't that right?"
Kael clenched his fists, his ego hurt. "Whatever."
"Well, I have a way to kill him," The man said. "You simply have to follow me."
Kael showed slight interest but didn't show any sign of moving. "How do you know all of this? And why the hell would I follow you?"
"There is a mansion called, "House of mysteries", which has an exact replica of the gun your father has. I'll lend it to you so you can kill him" The man said.
Kael showed a slight sign of interest as he thought about for a few seconds. However, he rejected his offer. "Hmph, If I am going to kill my father, I'll do it myself. I don't need any help."
"You don't need any help?" The man said, whose name was Mateo Filbert. "Many think they have confidence but most of the time they are simply foolish. I didn't realize you were one of them."
Kael clenched his teeth and fists, stopping every inch of his body from moving. "You have 5 seconds to leave."
Mateo ignored his words and continued. "If you could endlessly respawn or go back in time, you would still take several years to defeat your father. That's simply how strong he is. Especially now that he has that gun."
Kael stopped counting and instead, used his ability. He covered his own body with flames and unleashed a fast barrage of punches at Mateo but surprisingly, Mateo didn't move, instead he took all of the punches and barely flinched, brushing off the dust like nothing. "Quite impressive for someone your age. Your father used to be much weaker than you at your age."
Kael's veins started to pop out due to anger and his ego being shattered. He thought himself as the king, as something truly powerful but now a random person was barely breaking a sweat when fighting him. "You- You bastard! Just fuckin' die already!"
"I am waiting for you to kill me. It is not my fault that you're so weak," Mateo said. "I guess I'll have to take you there by force. I have some business with you."
As soon as Mateo said that, he appeared right in front of Kael and placed his hand on his shoulder, teleported both Kael and himself.
And before Kael could even look around or realize what was happening, he was knocked out with a single karate chop. "Welcome to the house of mysteries or more accurately, our little base."
"Can't you see? He's knocked out! He probably can't hear you, haha," Said a girl wearing a school uniform, who had pink girl and beautiful, shining oval-shaped pink eyes. Her face structure was nothing short of pretty and she had the potential to the be the classic, "Popular kind girl" type but her entire behavior and expressions didn't show any sign of being kind, instead she looked like a bully, which she was. Her name was Ava Walkin.
"What a poor kid," Said a boy who looked like the mix of a nerd with glasses and a cool handsome type, his name being Maxwell. "Did you really have to go this far?"
"Yes," Mateo answered. "We are going make him kill his own father so we don't have to do the dirty work."
"How smart," Said a voice that was clearly sarcastic. This voice was coming from none other than Blake, who was sitting on top of a few big boxes. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted you."