Sailing through the skies of Titan was a White Eye cargo ship, it contained goods from a black market that White Eye had made a purchase of.

White Eye is a notorious group that is seen as a stock marketing company but in truth, they are an arms dealer group. You can say they are responsible for many incidents.

However, there is simply no evidence to back it up which is why they seemingly get away with many atrocities, however they stand on the neutral side of things, their only opposition is the Nextellar Star Clan.

“Hey man... this is going to be a long trip so get us a couple snacks, will you?”

The one who was piloting the whole cargo ship was a White Eye member.

“Yeah, sure whatever bro, as long as you pull out of Titan as quickly as possible then we can be back to the base sooner with the goods.”

The co-pilot who was also a White Eye member got up from the pilot seat.

“Heh- checked the radars, it seems the path is clear, and we won’t be disturbed... At all!” Exclaimed the White Eye pilot,

“Thank goodness, we don’t have to deal with those annoying Titan bas-”

Suddenly, the whole ship was hit by what had seemed like an EMP Wave that disrupted all control systems of the ship, creating instant turbulence.

“-WHAT THE HELL?!?- What is going on??”

The heat signature radar was rising rapidly,

“Check any cameras available- GH!!” Someone had landed on the windshield of the ship. “Is that…”

The pilot widened his eyes, realizing who was responsible for this. The person on the windshield shattered the canopy and grabbed both of the pilots and pulled them out.

“AHHH!!” “WHAT THE HELL?!?” Before both pilots knew, they were on the ground, watching as the cargo ship was now in a free fall motion, crashing down onto the wastelands.

“...It’s… you-”

“I didn’t think I would completely fry the whole ship of its systems... All I did was try to jump and sneak in...”

A man held the two pilots and dropped them onto the sand.

“Oh well, I guess I can just scrape whatever is left.”

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“Hey! You’re… that guy! You were part of Dark Intrinium- you are the former Super Berserker- Ky-”

“The name is Vincent Sparks.” The man interrupted.

“Find a way to get home.” Vincent Sparks, a former member of the Dark Intrinium Army, serving under His Majesty, Lord Veyron.

The position Sparks held was that of a Super Berserker, one of the higher commanding ranks. He was only on the brink of becoming a Prime Berserker but had suddenly disappeared and was never found with Dark Intrinium ever again.

“You can’t just walk away after destroying a White Eye cargo ship! Do you know who you are messing with?”

The pilot exclaimed, possibly saying this due to the fear both Vincent Sparks and White Eye can instil.

“Why the hell should I care? Have them all come towards me, it doesn’t matter; I can wipe out squads without using any of my power. You saw what happened to the ship, that sucker went down without me even trying.”

Vincent smirked, looking back at the pilot.

“Just be glad I saved your ass, okay?” He said in a seemingly sarcastic tone.

“This is serious! White Eye will put you on their hit list for sure-” A loud screeching came from above, it was a group of fighter jets soaring past the destroyed cargo ship, if seen closely, they have White Eye paintings on the wings.

“... Shit, they are already here!” The pilot had forgotten that whenever a cargo ship is brought down by an outside force, it alerts any nearby White Eye-affiliated base immediately.

“Ah great, they just can’t come down here and take me on alone.” The jets began opening fire, they didn’t care who to hit as long as they took care of the threat.

“AHHH!- WE’RE GOING TO DIE!”

“Cowards. . . you don’t even care if you hit your own man, it’s so. . .-”

Vincent used his pure physicality to jump at such a great height, appearing at the same altitude as the jets.

“-BITCHY!”

He made a fist, colliding with the nose of one of the jets and immediately eliminating its momentum without destroying it. Vincent used his strength to spin the aircraft and launch it straight at another jet, taking out two birds with one stone.

“As I expected, there aren’t even pilots, just A.I-controlled aircraft. In that case I wouldn’t have to worry about killing anyone so I can freely use my soul here. . . “

And with that said, he started chanting.

“I call upon you...”

“Into the abyss that stares about...”

“Before creation will be inevitable…”

The surrounding area was immediately being pressurized by Soul Energy and was visibly becoming purple.

“. . . DESTRUCTION!”

Sparks had set out an Aura-Burst, completely frying all the aircrafts functions and causing them to crash land. Vincent Sparks landed onto the surface. The skies were tearing apart with orange flames over the wasteland.

“H-.... No way.”

“He barely even did a thing…”

Both of the pilots looked up at Vincent Sparks.

“I guess for sure they will be on me now, ain’t that right, White Eye?” He broke open a canopy of one of the jets which was recording.

“Bring your best to try and stop me…”

“Hey- why are you even doing this?! You have something against White Eye, I never recall any beef with both parties!” The pilot was confused.

“Huh- I don’t have anything against anyone… I just need money.” Sparks raised his eyebrow, confused on what the pilot was talking about.

“M-money…?” The pilot too was confused.

“You two better run along now, it’s almost nightfall and this place is deadly at night.” Vincent Sparks said.

“Oh, and when you get back to White Eye, tell them you didn’t fail- it was I, Vincent Sparks, The King of Destruction!! HAHAHAH!”

He sounded goofy saying that which was intentional. However, if White Eye wanted Vincent’s head, he was all for it.

Vincent Sparks, He Who Has The Soul known as:

Destruction.