In a park, a man in a black suit with white trousers walked calmly, hands in his pockets and a black earring on his right ear. He had black hair and red eyes; he gave off the feeling of someone to be feared. Despite the greedy glances he was given, he continued to walk.
However, the greed in the people's hearts got to them. Four people rushed at the man with knives in hand. They didn't even bother trying to threaten him and just went in for the kill. Their eyes were like those of starving dogs, while the man's eyes were like those of a dignified person. He had the appearance of royalty with how well he looked and how well-dressed he was.
He saw the muggers approach him with knives in hand, yet he didn't move; he just looked at them with his cold red eyes. Once they were inches from stabbing him, he showed a smile on his face. Murderous intent could be seen in his eyes. Black lines were soon seen coming out of his right black earring. The black lines danced in the air until they reached the muggers. The lines moved extremely fast; before the muggers could stab him, they each had the lines on their bodies.
Their knives were close to reaching the man, but they didn't even touch his suit. For some reason, the muggers stopped moving; they became still. Horror was written in their eyes.
"Don't you know greed kills most?" the man in the suit said, then showed a sinister smile and added, "But without greed, how can a human live?"
He walked behind a man to his left and touched his clothes with his index finger. Once he pulled his finger back, it was covered with dirt.
"People are greedy because they have a heart. People are envious because they have a heart. People are wrathful because they have a heart."
He rubbed his index finger with his thumb, removing the dirt.
"One can say that all problems arise because we have hearts."
He touched his earring, which was no longer black but white.
"But without a heart, how can one live?"
He adjusted his tie properly.
"If something causes problems but at the same time helps us live, is that something evil or good?"
He straightened his suit.
"What is good? What is evil?"
He played with his black hair.
"In my belief, good and evil are just words people use."
He stopped playing with his hair and extended his hands.
"The basis on whether something is good or evil is what one considers to be the truth."
On his wrist was a black watch.
"So then the question arises: what is the truth?"
He placed his hands back in his pockets.
"The truth is what a person believes to be true."
He walked to another man and flicked his finger, landing on his forehead.
"If the truth I know is that you're evil..."
He then looked at the man's neck.
"Then me killing you is me killing an evil person."
He started to walk away from the group of men that tried to kill him.
"And killing an evil person is considered good."
He showed another smile on his face; this time the smile seemed gentle.
"Then me killing you is an act of goodness, is it not?"
The men who tried to kill him were unmoving; their senses were slowed down, and their cognition was slowed down. They were stuck in a state of numbness; however, they had one emotion: fear. The cause of this fear was the man in the suit; he had not done anything drastic, but still, they felt that he had caused their deaths.
The people watching the scene were shocked at what had happened. They saw the muggers charge at the man in the suit with knives in hand, obviously trying to kill him. To them, the man was simply asking for death, appearing in a place where crime was as normal as breathing. But the man just continued walking, unbothered by the rushing muggers. Then, when the muggers should have stabbed him, they all just paused. For no reason at all, they paused, still as statues. The man started talking about good or evil while walking toward some of the muggers, flicking some, touching some of their clothes.
They expected the man to kill them, but he didn't. With the sentence "then killing you is an act of goodness, is it not," he left the scene. He didn't even run; he just walked calmly, unafraid of anything happening.
'My name is Kaiser. That is not my real name, but a name I gave myself because Kaiser is the name kings get. Naming myself Kaiser can be considered the biggest disrespect to the kings, but I consider myself to be above them. Not lower than them, not their equals, but someone above them. Not just the kings, but every creature—they are all below me.
One could say that I'm simply arrogant or extremely prideful, but that isn't the case. I'm prideful because I have a heart, just like how those robbers were greedy because they have hearts. But unlike them, I'll not let my pride be the death of me. For someone who has immense pride, envy, greed, lust, gluttony, wrath, and sloth, they must have power to back up their desires. A person can only have the seven deadly sins if they have the necessary will and power to support them. And I, Kaiser, have all these requirements. I shall stand above all and rule over the whole world as its king.'