1 What is this?

"Bam! Bam "Why are you hitting me so hard? Stop it!" Bam Bam "I said stop!" I roared as I threw out my palm in the direction of what I thought was my younger brother hitting me. But as I opened my eyes, I was met with the horrified gaze of a stranger whose warm blood was now flowing down my arm.

I stood there in shock, my hand embedded in the stranger's chest, and I could feel his heartbeats slowing down under my grasp. I tried to pull my hand away, but it was as if it was stuck in place. The man's eyes were wide with fear, and his breaths came in short gasps as he struggled for air.

"Who is this? How did I...Oh God!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing, what I had done. The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt my knees buckle beneath me. I stumbled back, and as I did, the man's body dropped to the ground, lifeless. My entire body was shaking, and I could feel the cold sweat forming on my forehead. This was a nightmare, a horrible, bloody nightmare.

As I gazed down at the lifeless body, my mind was consumed with thoughts and questions. What had I done? How did I end up here, with a stranger's blood on my hands?

As I stared at my crimson-stained hands, a wave of confusion and disbelief washed over me. I couldn't comprehend the reality of what I had just done. But before I could fully process my thoughts, another attacker appeared, just as young as the first. This stranger's gaze was filled with a fiery hatred and a fear that was palpable. He was dressed in strange clothes that seemed familiar to me, and I couldn't help but wonder who he was and what his motives were.

"You monster!" he shouted as he charged towards me with a force that was unmatched. It was like being charged by a raging bull, and I reacted out of sheer instinct. My body moved with a speed and agility that I didn't know I had, and in a matter of seconds, the stranger lay motionless on the ground.

As I stood there, dazed and confused, I finally took in my surroundings. The sounds of battle filled my ears, and I was transported to a world of chaos and destruction. People of all ages, genders, all with the same attire were locked in a brutal fight, each one trying to take the life of the other. Their punches echoed like thunderclaps, and I was left in awe as I watched them tear each other apart like wild beasts.

Every few minutes, another stranger would approach me with the intention of taking my life. But I was quick to defend myself, and each time, I would end up taking their life instead. The fear and adrenaline were taking over, and I couldn't escape the feeling that something was not right. But in that moment, all I could do was try to survive.

The destruction that these people were causing was beyond comprehension. Each of their punches was like a meteor strike, creating massive craters wherever they stood. I also realized that we were surrounded by towering skyscrapers, some reaching heights that defied the limits of imagination. Some were still standing tall and proud, stretching towards the sky, while others lay in ruins, their broken glass and steel a testament to their former grandeur.

Who were these people? How were they so strong? How was I even capable of such strength? And the strangest thing of all was the sight of some of them fighting in the air, their bodies defying the laws of gravity.

I ran towards a skyscraper, picking up speed with each step. My pace was so quick, the distance to the building vanished in an instant. People in my path were swept aside as I passed. I saw a reflection that was not my own and noticed I was dressed the same as those around me. The sounds of their war cries filling the air.

I recognized my haircut, but a thick mustache now adorned my face, one I did not have before.

"Thragg!" A deafening voice boomed, echoing throughout the city. I turned around to face the source of the noise. Towering above me was a figure of imposing might, hovering effortlessly in the air. The old man's physique was a testament to his strength, with muscles bulging and rippling beneath his skin. His silver hair was a wild mane of strands, billowing in the wind, while a bushy grey mustache sat above his lip, completing the image of a true warrior. This guy's outfit... The longer I looked, the more familiar it appeared. And then, with a burst of recognition, I exclaimed, "Conquest?" The name rolled off my tongue with a mix of awe and hesitation.

He descended, his silhouette darkening my path. I stepped forward, trying to hide the fear in my voice. "What are you doing here?" I growled, trying to project an aura of danger. I was assuming the mantle of the name he'd just spoken with malevolence.

But my bravado was short-lived. Before I knew what was happening, Conquest replied, "I noticed you running over here and thought you could use some assistance"

Fueled by a rage not my own, I struck Conquest with a backhand. The impact echoed throughout the city as he hurtled into several towering buildings, igniting a catastrophic blast

"Oh my god," I muttered, staring at my hand in disbelief. I had just backhanded Conquest, one of the most powerful beings in the universe, and it felt... exhilarating.

I turned to look at my reflection in a nearby window and saw that I did indeed resemble Thragg. I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as the reality of my situation began to sink in.

But then, I remembered Conquest. I couldn't just leave him there, could I? I closed my eyes and focused on flying, feeling the connection to gravity being severed as I slowly ascended into the sky.

I flew towards the spot where Conquest had landed, battling inner turmoil. My annoyance with him for assuming I required aid during the war triggered my impulsive backhand. The idea of explaining my brief respite was terrifying, leading to my outburst. Strangely enough

As I neared Conquest, I braced myself for what was to come. I had just committed an act of violence against one of the most powerful beings in the universe. And there was no telling what the consequences would be.

Moments later, I reached Conquest's location. He was still there, lying in a crater with blood streaming from his nose. I hovered above him, unsure if I should descend.

Enough. I smacked both of my cheeks, producing a loud boom. I gradually descended and landed beside Conquest. I glared at him for a moment, my voice tinged with annoyance. "Get up," I commanded. A few seconds later, he struggled to his feet. "Look at me," I ordered. He turned and gazed at me with fear and wonder. "Go," I instructed, gesturing towards the opening he had made while flying through the skyscraper. I hoped the expression on my face would do the real Thragg proud.

Conquest floated off the ground and flew out of the hole, as expected. I breathed a sigh of relief. At some point, Thragg must have established dominance over Conquest, but I took a risk nonetheless.

…

The air is thick with the sounds of war as brother turns against brother in a brutal civil conflict. The spark that ignited this inferno? The ruthless murder of Emperor Argall by Thaedus. This treachery sent shockwaves throughout the empire, as Thaedus has fled eventually forming the coalition of planets which he helps create the scourge virus that killed 99.9% of the population… (-_-)"Fuck" I said in a soft whisper.

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The weight of my destiny pressed heavily upon me. I must conquer this war, seize the throne, and ensure the survival of my newfound race. It is a daunting task, one that requires me to shed blood and unleash wicked violence upon my enemies. But I will not falter. I am Thragg… I am Thragg, I am Thragg. I am shaking.

As I stand amidst the chaos of battle, a sense of forced clarity descends upon me. My mind sharpens, my senses heighten. I lower myself into a battle-ready stance, ready to unleash destruction upon those who dare stand in my way.

With a mighty roar, I launch myself into the sky, towering over the battlefield below. My voice booms across the battlefield, echoing my ultimatum to all who dare oppose me. Submit or face the wrath of my rule.

As Thragg, I will stand at the forefront of history, my legacy forever ingrained in the annals of time. My thirst for conquest is unwavering, my reign absolute. The survival of my people is paramount, and I will stop at nothing to secure their future - for my own survival is bound to theirs. I will conquer, I will reign, and I will endure, no matter the cost. For I am Thragg, and failure is not an option.