Departing from the burning van, Braun took out another protein bar from his pocket and recalled all of the loot he had gained after rummaging through the van.

Other than the other hidden stashes of money, his biggest boon was the large amount of food he ate prior to destroying the vehicle. There were plenty of fresh meat, snacks, fruits, and stuff that he all consumed and transformed into raw calories that his body was already using to continuously evolve and adapt.

Clenching his fists, he felt multiple muscle fibers contract individually, with a scary level of mind-muscle connection.

As he smiled, he looked up into the distance and saw the vague outline of a city coming into view, with the distant horizon slowly turning brighter as midnight came to pass.

While running, he made sure to traverse paths layered in shadows and concealment and didn’t forget to observe the sky at set intervals. Although he had a large headstart compared to Christopher, he wouldn’t be surprised to see Christopher flying in the air and reaching Civer City faster than him, and if that happened, then he might get potentially seen while he was on the way to the same city.

So, to make sure he didn’t get caught because of an oversight, he remained cautious of his surroundings and quickly made his way to the city.

Sneaking down the main road and avoiding any wandering people at night who might find him suspicious, he followed the map he visualized in his head of the city and headed his way toward a certain place.

…

Christopher flew across the air at breakneck speeds, leaving behind a trail of white sparks and clouds in his wake. As he looked down from the sky, his eyes glowed brightly and he saw the tire marks on the dirt road which led to a distant place outside of the forest.

Crap.

The white sparks around his body intensified as he flew faster with the winds howling in his ears. As he flew outside of the forest following the trail of tire marks on the dirt road, he saw it diverge away from the main road leading to the forest and instead go off tracks, heading in the shortest direction possible to Civer City.

Civer City? Why of all places would he go to Civer City? Christopher was quite surprised by Braun’s decision. He expected that his friend would leave to go towards a distant city or town in the countryside instead of Civer City to keep a low profile, but no, he headed back to their home city, and it appeared he was in a hurry to do so.

Deciding to leave those questions for later, he kept flying at blurry speeds, following the trail left behind by Braun as he too headed for the city.

…

At hours early on in the morning, a shadowy figure leaped over a fence. It arrived right at the front lawn of an average-looking house in Civer City, with white painted balls, blue roofs, a dark brown wooden door with a gold-plated doorknob, along with large windows covered by white curtains.

Looking to the left and to the right, Braun confirmed that nobody saw him and he began to creep closer towards the familiar house.

Arriving at the door, he grabbed the doorknob and gently turned it open, with a barely audible clicking sound masked by the crickets cricketing in the background with their ever-loud sound.

Entering the house, he closed the door behind him with a gentle push and stared into the living room barely illuminated by the rays of moonlight shining in from the windows. He squinted his eyes as his vision rapidly adjusted itself to the darkness, maximizing the amount of light coming in from the windows to enhance his view of the living room.

“I’m home~”

He playfully whispered and headed for the stairs leading to the second floor of the house. As he did so, he grabbed the handle of the gun inside his pocket and entered the hallway on the second floor.

On the left was his room, to the right was his brother’s room, and down the middle was his parents’ room. His eyes gleamed with a ruthless light as he approached the door in the middle of the hallway.

…

Christopher soon arrived at the end of the long trail of tire marks and found a burning white van crashed into a tree in the middle of nowhere. Around the burning car, the previously green grass turned burnt and ashy, while the lower part of the trunk of the tree turned a dark, charcoal-like color.

Descending down from the sky, Christopher inspected the situation of the white van.

Landing on the ground, he extended out his hand and focused on the same sensation he felt while making his body fly across the hair. The winds began to spin and move, before promptly hurling themselves against the flame, and soon enough, the bright orange fire disappeared.

He covered himself in a strange barrier as he entered the burnt-down white van, and found the insides completely scorched. It also appeared that all the food in the fridge and containers were eaten, which reminded him of when he first saw Braun again after awakening from his slumber, with the fresh blood and bits of flesh surrounding his scarlet red mouth.

Christopher grabbed his mouth in a hurry as bile gushed forth from his stomach up to his throat. He leaned back, bent forward, and forced back the bile from escaping his mouth, stopping himself from puking.

“Ha….” He exhaled deeply, wiping his mouth and leaving the scorched insides of the white van.

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Braun was just here a few minutes ago. He assessed the minor clues he managed to gather and made a rough conjecture.

His eyes shone brightly with excitement.

I’m near, he’s near!

As he hovered above the ground, winds blew around him as he flew off into the distance, and headed his way to the city.

…

Oh, dear god, you don’t know how many times I had wished to do this to you.

A deranged smile blossomed on Braun’s face as he observed the sleeping faces of his parents.

He stood right beside their bed, silent like a still statue.

As he silently observed his parents and recalled all the good memories he had of them, they were all quickly replaced by all the harsh punishments he received, the unfair judgment they gave him, the bullshit he had to put up with, and all the crap he had to endure.

It reminded him of a sentence he heard a long time ago.

“A thousand good memories would easily get overshadowed by one bad memory…”

If Braun was being honest right now, he doesn’t really give a damn anymore about his parents and held no grudge against them. All of the piled-up anger, hatred, and resentment he had over the years had already disappeared alongside his rebirth.

Frankly, Braun even suspected his ability to feel hatred, resentment, and ill thoughts had been removed or at least significantly died down due to his brain’s rapid evolution. Because of this, his thinking remained calm and analytical at all times, disallowing any chance of him making a dumb and irrational decision due to an outburst of emotions.

The only reason what he was gonna do next was because Braun was paranoid.

It wasn’t hatred. It wasn’t resentment. It was his paranoia.

If superpowers remained fictional, then the three of you two… then the rest of the Braun bloodline would have remained alive, but alas… Braun pulled out his gun and aimed it at his father’s head.

Superpowers, oh superpowers, if only you weren’t real. To think you were real, I could barely imagine just what kind of world I truly am living in. Had superpowers been real since the dawn of time? Or would they only come into existence after this fateful meteor shower?

It’s all a big mystery and is something I need to answer eventually, but it doesn’t remove the fact that superpowers pose incredible danger to my life.

I’ve read enough novels and written enough books to know just how wack this crap can be. Who knows, maybe there’s a guy out there who can use our blood connection to Death List me. Or, maybe they’d use our bloodline and sacrifice me to some eldritch outer god.

Braun nearly laughed at just how absurd his ideas were, but at this point, he had to entertain every possibility no matter how implausible they sounded.

The point is, his family is a liability. They know of his past. They have a blood connection with him. They could probably be exploited in various ways to make his life a living hell.

Since he had already committed cannibalism and murder, killing his family was just another step in his bloody path to almighty power.

“I would have loved to wake you up right now and beat you to a bloody pulp in a fistfight to indulge in my previous self’s fantasies, but that’s just an unnecessary risk.” Braun placed his finger on the gun’s trigger.

“Dear father, just know that I genuinely appreciate the help you have given me now that I’ve matured considerably. I was such an immature brat thinking you were holding me back when in reality, I would be dead if it weren’t for you working hard so that this family would have food on its table.”

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have even been born in this world,” murmured Braun with a faint smile dancing on his lips. “Unfortunately, you weren’t the best father to have around nor the best role model to copy.”

“So, sucks to be you.” Braun smiled wickedly. “Your son grew up to be a monster, how sad.”

Pressing the trigger, a beam of light exploded out of the gun’s barrel, piercing into his father’s forehead, leaving behind a large hole through his skull and exposing his brain.

Dying in his sleep, Braun’s father didn’t even know he died in his last moments.

As he gazed at his father’s corpse for a minute or two in complete silence, he sighed, aimed the gun at his mother’s head, and said his last farewells just like what he did for his father before pressing the trigger, killing her in her sleep just like her husband.

“May the two of you rest in heaven,” murmured Braun.

The door abruptly creaked open, and a young, chubby kid walked in with a striking similarity to Braun’s appearance, like a younger version of him who was also a tad bit fatter.

“Mama, papa? Who are you two talking to?” he asked while rubbing his eyes.

Oh, poor child… Braun sighed and aimed his gun at his little brother.

“Sigh, you should have remained asleep, now I can’t bid my last farewell to you in a heart-wrenching fashion,” Braun murmured and pressed the trigger.

The young boy fell to the ground with a loud thud, his blood leaking out to form a pool of scarlet on the ground.

“You were even my favorite, but you just had to ruin the moment.” Braun clicked his tongue and pocketed his gun.

Shrugging his shoulders, he murmured, “Oh well, I better ransack this place already before that chosen one motherfucker arrives.”

Dragging the sheets of his parents’ beds, he piled the three of them on top of each other and went downstairs, leaving a trail of blood.

Arriving at the kitchen, he opened the fridges and containers with light shining brightly in his eyes.

“Time for one last big meal before I officially leave this city behind!”

…

Christopher flew down from the sky and stared at a certain house in the distance. Arriving at the front door of the house, he was about to open the door when a gust of wind blew in, pushing it open on its own.

Surprised by this, a foreboding feeling grew in his heart as he entered the house, closing the door behind him as he entered.

An unbearable bloody stench immediately met his senses as soon as he entered, making his heart skip a beat. He felt his stomach churn as he inched closer to the source of the bloody smell, and as his eyes went wide from shock, he stared with a dumbfounded look at the bloody mess on the kitchen floor.

Strands of hair, fragments of bones, and bits of flesh were left to ferment on the kitchen floor, with opened cans, packs of raw meat, and plastic wrappers scattered around in a mess.

As he gagged and puked, he didn’t notice that, besides the bloody stench, there was the odor of a strange gas spreading around the whole house, a smell reminiscent of something flammable.

“Braun… BRAUN!” He shouted, unable to hold back his emotions from bursting out.

“Just why… Just why did you have to do this!” He cried out, tears streaming down his face as the regret overwhelmed him.

If only he was faster. If only he arrived here earlier. If only he was a better friend and stopped Braun from turning mad. If only he didn’t hold back and killed Braun when he had the chance. If only…

His eyes glowed white and a single, white spark erupted out of his body.

…

Braun stopped his car and gazed out into the distance where a burst of flames erupted alongside an incredibly loud bang.

“Bingo!” Braun grinned as he witnessed his tiny little trap succeed.

He expected Christopher would grow mad upon seeing the bloody carnage in the kitchen and decided to exploit the nature of his powers by letting the gas leak out. If Christopher activates his powers inside the house, the white sparks will ignite the gas in the air, causing an explosion to occur.

Cackling madly to himself, Braun turned to look back at the road ahead and continued to drive. A wide smile was plastered on his face as he looked at the sun rising from the distant horizon, illuminating the land with the light of dawn.

Taking in a big, deep breath, music played from his stolen car’s radio, and he murmured to himself, “Goodbye Civer City, welcome Nuwesca City!”