The harshness of the fucked up world

My main language is not english and this is my first novel so the first chapters will be pretty bad.It gets better later

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Chirrp,charp,chiep

„ Argh, Why the fuck does my head hurts every time I wake up?" those were the first words of our protagonist as he woke up with a massive headache. He sat up straight as he looked at his surroundings.

His eyes had yet to get used to the bright sunshine that was pressing down at him, but he could pick up the smell of fresh air and nature.

As he placed his hand on his forehead and slowly opened his eyes, he saw massive trees as tall as modern skyscrapers. Our protagonist backed down unconscious at the mighty sight of the trees.

He was left mesmerized by the impression of the trees before realizing how serious the situation, he was in right now, was.

As he stood up to explore the surrounding, he thought about the events that happened in the past hours. Like movie frames were they slowly being played in his head.

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Weush, wrush, wrosh

About six hours ago.

Our protagonist was currently on a fishing boat with the name „ shiper" on the left and right side. The ship was swaying like crazy with no sights of stopping as the massive ocean waves hammered against his build. Every human that would be currently on the boat would vomit their organs out at the heavy swaying caused by the waves, and yet the two dozens of men and women seemed unaffected by it. They formed a circle where three men where located, two tied to chairs that were fastened on the deck of the boat.

Their limbs were tied up with chains and their mouth was covered by, what seemed to be, a black sex mask.

Their whole body was covered in bruises and cuts with the culprit standing right in front of them. He had a muscular build with obsidian black hair and matching scarlet eyes. He had a bat in his right and a whip in his left and looked overjoyed while a man, standing like a statue, was holding an open suitcase with more torture toys inside.

He's the eldest son of the Robworth family and was the inheritor of the family wealth. After the death of his father, Robert Robworth, he inherited the companies his father owned and gained one of the largest businesses in the south.His name was Robin Robworth.

He stoped beating the larger one of the two tied up men with his bat, clearly wanting to say something.

„ Look at you, my old friend" he said while faking a sorry expression „ over hundreds of my men died only because of your stubbornness. But no-

He was interrupted by a domineering roar from the giant man, tied to the metal chair „ hehahahaha. Don't make me laugh, because of my stubbornness?Who hunted me around the world just to hold my head high with an arrogant expression? I wanted to settle it peacefully but you was being hypnotized by gaining the title of killing the best assassin in the world." the man with short red hair said looking at Robin with killing intent.

He couldn't hold back his laugher as he saw several guards walking in front of him, protecting him, as he said „ I worry about the future of the Robworth industry with you as its owner!" he said with a sad tone before sighing a long exhausted sigh and losing the light that was left in his eyes.

Everyone on the boat was left dumbfounded, they all had the same thought as they stared at the fresh corpse before them.

„ the legendary assassin, Clude berserk, died just like that"

As they came back to reality, they stared at a young man in his twenties, sitting tied up with chains on the other chair, looking at the corpse besides him with a emotionless face that covered a hint of happiness and joy.

He was an orphan that was taken in by Clude and was his first pupil. His name was Claud and he was infamous for his combat skills. In fact, he possessed zero of them and had not a bit of talent for them. For that, he was bestowed the nickname, ‚The weakest human alive' by his fellow disciples.

He was in charge of the finances and rarely went on missions. When Clude was overthrown, his disciples changed sides just like he planned to do. But the reality came quickly to him and he was thrown to his master, being tortured and lastly killed together with him.

As he received the disgusted gaze of Robin, before he turned around leaving the dirty fishing boat to a luxurious yacht, parked at the side of the ship fighting against the heavy storm and massive waves, he couldn't help but laugh as he muttered in a depressed tone:

„Haaa, he didn't waste a second with me. I really was only here to fill the stage" as he said that, he closed his eyes. Hoping to not face death head on.

Tic Tac Tic Tac

The watch on his wrist was clicking loudly and the time was slowing down, making a second feel like an hour.

After some time, he opened his eyes out of curiosity just to be met with massive waves trying to tear him to shreads. They made the impression of hungry ocean monsters trying to get one bite of meat.

Claud looked at the guards that were holding him on each of his limbs before feeling the gravity disappear. He looked up at the guards and saw that they were getting smaller and smaller. With one last deep breath, he closed his eyes and prepared for the impact with the water surface.