Headquarters, National Security Bureau, Colka, Freezran Republic
"Silver, you've got an assignment."
"So fast?"
A shock could be seen on the face of the young man. Real name Zilha Maraver, due to his unique silver-colored hair, he was nicknamed 'Silver' at the Central Academy of National Security, or CANS for short. It was where people with exceptional mettle in their fields were poached by the country itself and then trained in depth. At the top of his class for four consecutive years, with absolutely perfect scores, he was picked up by the NSB as a Rank 4 Officer, a pretty high rank as far as Police were concerned.
The ranks went from Rank 3 Force, Rank 2 Force, Rank 1 Force, where the Forces were basically known as Cannon Fodder. They were then followed by Rank 5 Officer to Rank 1 Officer, then from Rank 3 Inspector to Rank 1 Inspector, followed by Rank 5 Captain to Rank 1 Captain, and finally by special ranks. The special ranks could only be achieved with medals, and not with age, unlike other ranks, which could be attained over enough time - although quite difficult, since not only time, but there were also examinations conducted, and physical fitness was a must. Of course, there was a separate ranking for detectives, so they were usually shifted to that side after reaching 50.
"Yes. Apparently, they have expectations, not to mention this a case with a requirement of a lot of manpower."
A smile adorned the face of the younger man. "Isn't that basically telling me to come and help sice they don't have enough people?"
"Maybe." The man who looked to be in his thirties laughed. "Jokes aside," his entire face serious, the older man spoke. "It seems to be quite the serious case this time. Kidnappings are happening across the nation, with quite a few people from higher positions."
Silver winced. "Ouch. That sounds like a huge pain in the ass."
"Very. They haven't yet found a single clue."
"An even bigger pain in the ass now."
"They don't even know if the people were actually kidnapped or lost or something else, but with so many people, they have ruled out being lost. Not to mention, quite a few of them were at really high positions."
"...Hah." Silver held his head. "I hate these kind of cases."
"Believe me, so do I." The two shared a bitter smile with each other, before leaving the room and entering a conference room.
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Flake Helms. The last surviving member of a family that once shook the world, descending from the Krevlans, a warring tribe that later formed a dynasty that conquered three-fourths of the world.
He was the last descendant with the royal bloodline.
The Krevlan Bloodline didn't have much to their name. All they had was their amazing genes that allowed them to get much, much physically better than their peers, and at a faster rate.
The Helms Family was an ancient family that later declined after the advent of the technological age, but was an absolute hegemon in the dark before that, controlling the darker side of the world from affecting normal civilians. Not only that, but they were all intellectually superior due to a 'disease' in their bodies. This disease increased brain cellular activity, but the downside was their weakening fitness and shorter lifespans.
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In order to prevent either family from dying out, both families - who had hundreds of enemies waiting in shadows to take them down - decided to let their descendants who were around the same age choose a partner and settle down.
Fifteen years later, when Flake was 12, he saw the lengths the Shadows would go to in order to eradicate their bloodlines.
His parents, both of who were War Veterans, were framed in a defense secrets leak case for aiding foreign spies. They were sentenced to death by hanging, and were even publicly executed.
His elder sister, who was 14, and his twin sister, who was twelve, were gangraped and impregnated, They both went into a coma, and two weeks later, they both killed themselves using fruit knives. By the time he reached the place, they both were beyond saving, having adamantly refused help; all he could do was watch the lives fade out of their eyes.
"Run, Flake. I don't want you to end up like us. Don't worry about us. We'll watch over you from above. As long as you're happy, we all will be fine."
His sister, even in her last breaths, even at the expense of a huge amount of energy, was still comforting him.
His parents, being in the Army, were both away from home for long periods of time. Until he was six, they were still there, but after that, he was basically brought up by his sister.
So, even when his parents left him, while he was hit hard, he was still full of spirit.
But when his sisters, one of whom was an existence he could not live without, and another was an existence he loved more than himself, both left him...
He lost it.
He simply walked aimlessly, his mind in a mess.
Aaah... what did we do wrong?
Why did mother, who saved thousands of lives on the frontlines, have to die?
Why was father, who spent more time with his comrades than with his family, executed?
Why were his sisters, who were both extremely popular and loved by everyone, and were amazing geniuses, gangraped?
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why why why why why why whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy!!!!
His irrational anger slowly subsided, replaced by cold fury. From when he was born, he was groomed to be the waymaker for the family's rise. He knew every single member of the family, their assets, everything. He was supposed to be given emotional training in his puberty, the most emotionally suggestible time, but this happened. While he hadn't undergone training, and therefore succumbed to his burning rage earlier, it had slowly paved way for a freezing fury.
He was considered the perfect successor of the family. Having both the sharpest brain in the history of the Helms family and the strongest body ever known to the Krevlan family, he was extremely potent, with acumen much higher than his peers. His smart mind began to work at a high speed, and two days later, the framework of his plan was complete.
Two whole days, he never stopped roaming. He never ate, barely even drank water, all the time thinking about how to take revenge.
But, in these two days, he changed his mind.
It wasn't about revenge anymore.
He didn't know when he was taken around in a car, but when he walked around, he found that what was considered utopia in the eyes of a few was nothing but a grim, dark, dystopia. The Government that rigged votes and switched rule every few years, looking like opponents yet were actually quite friendly with each other; the policemen who were reciting the Oath of Protection while ignoring kids crying on the roadside; the research facilities clamoring about furthering the country's research yet left behind PhD students to paint walls in a construction site; the Industrial Minister who lamented about the country's businessmen moving to foreign countries and lack of employment while forcing businesses to invest in shell companies with nothing to their name; the director who always spoke about filial piety and respect to soldiers, and yet kicked his own father, an army veteran, out onto the roads without anything to his name, the poor Chief Justice who earned over 18 Billion Comcurs (6 million Comcurs (₢) were enough last a family of six for a hundred years) in just six months...
All these, while secretive to those on cars, were nothing to beggars who roamed on foot. Their information was many more times valuable than that of 'officials' in understanding the government. After all, this was the Capital, Dekra.
And now, 10 years, later, the little snake that ran away from the predators returned as a dragon.
A dragon so strong famed Dragon Slayers are just food for it.
And this is a story of how it conquered society and changed humankind.