The Ancient Genes

[Check our my new work 'Mech Lord'!!! ] In a place where Magic reigns supreme, what would our MC do as he finds himself being rejected by the world. This is the story of a boy who lacks the ability to wield mana. After shaming his parents who are considered to be among the strongest Mages of the era. Our MC stands at the terrace of the School building planning to commit suicide. What has fate got stored in for our MC. Will he commit suicide ? If you want to know, join our MC as he struggles to find his path. In a world with mysteries and threats looming, what is waiting for him? ------------------------------------- All the characters and incidents in this story are imaginary. Please note that the chapter can be a bit slow. So please be a bit patient and read up to 50 chapter before making any opinion .......................... My Other Work: MechLord ............. The Cover art is made by Valeriexx. Join the Discord : https://discord.gg/WTDaPfU DM me @ ReincarnatedSaint#2904 on Discord Instagram ID: @reincarnatedsaint

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The Final Fight (2)

There was complete silence on the street. The scene from seconds before had made the sweat to appear on the forehead of the other guys in black.

Derek was scanning his surroundings waiting for Max to make a move.

While the other guy too had a tight grip on their guns. They were ready to retaliate at any moment.


Suddenly, a sound was heard in the dark alley connecting to the street in the corner.


Someone yelled and the guys started to fire without holding back. Fear had already gripped their mind. They acted solely on their instincts.



"Idiots, stop shooting!!" Derek yelled but his voice didn't seem to enter the ears of his followers, either due to the noise of gunshots or due to the fear they were struck by.


After 20 seconds of rapid-fire ….

"Click! ..Click!...."

"Tsk.. they really are a bunch of idiots.", Derek shook his head at those bunch of idiots.

They were out of ammo. They hadn't carried much ammo thinking that what could probably go wrong with that brown hair man beside them. But then, Without their guns, they were no different than sitting ducks.

"Well...I...will...sent you..off...to accompany...your..friend..then.."

Suddenly, one of the men heard a voice right beside his ear which made his legs tremble.

He immediately grabbed his rifle by the barrel and turned himself planning to smash his enemy's head.

But as he turned around, what immediately came into his sight were two fingers.


The two fingers directly went into the man's eyes and the guy screamed like a slaughtered pig.


But his screams soon stopped as a dagger pierced his throat.

Seeing the brutal scene, the 5 remaining people had already started to shake.

"Kill him! Everyone, attack together." One of the guys yelled and following the man's lead, everyone else attacked.


Max really was feeling great.

He needed to kill more. that wasn't enough. He needed blood.

"More..more...more…", several voices rang in his head.

He had started to lose myself.

That skill was really overbearing. And he even used it in his worst state.

As Max saw the group of men running towards him. He couldn't even feel them as humans. It was as if they were there for him to kill.

Max really didn't have any idea that he had already started to laugh hysterically when he suddenly threw his dagger at one of the men.


At such a close, It wasn't possible to miss it. The dagger pierced the man's throat and he fell on the ground with a thud clutching his throat as his life slowly faded away.

With another guy down, there were only 4 more left.

And finally, they were in front of Max.

Vital Arts

Palm Strike

The guy who was leading in the front bore the full brunt of Max's attack.


A thunderous noise rang out as Max's hand connected to the man's chest.


A cracking noise could be heard as the man's chest caved in and he was sent flying while puking out blood.


His body fell a distance away and there were no signs of movement.

As Max took the first person down, the other three were already onto him.

They took the opportunity and bombarded Max with their fists and kicks as he dealt with the first man.

A fist was on Max's face just below his nose on the right. A roundhouse kick to his ribs on the left. And a sidekick to his stomach.

But, Max couldn't feel anything. There was no sense of pain although he knew that his body was injured because of the cracking sounds and his bleeding face.

Seeing me unfazed, the 3 guys' eyes widened and the fear gripped their hearts even tighter.


One of the men yelled.

Max couldn't care less about what he looked like. In his eyes, those people were even worse than monsters.

Max grabbed the two legs on his body before slightly bending and kicking the guy who had his fist on his face.

The kick was right on his nose. The man fell on the ground holding his nose which spurted out blood like a fountain. Max then proceeded to crush his neck with his foot.

Two left…

"You..two..will.soon...accompany...them", Max couldn't speak properly as the malicious thoughts kept trying to overtake him.

"No...No..leave us..we were forced into this.."

"Yes...I have..a daughter...back..at home.."

The two men started to beg Max for their life.

But how could he let them go?

' Yes Kill them. The animals don't have the right to beg for their life. They are only meant to be slaughtered. KILL THEM! KILL THEM!....'

There was this strange voice ringing in his head all along.

But, Max knew that he didn't have to listen to its reasoning.

Why would I let them go? They had a family. What about me then?

'Don't go f*ck**g others if you don't want to get f*ck*d up yourself.'

Max pulled the two men by the leg and kicked one in the groin and let him groan in pain as he grabbed the other man by the back of his head and turned it.


It was an easy death.

Now, there was only one lying on the ground twisting in pain holding his balls.

Max didn't know if it was due to the menacing voice or his nature. But, he stomped the man's face and silenced him by sending his head into the pavement by an inch or two.

"You are finally done. I really got tired of watching. Let's start this."

Max turned his head on hearing the man's voice and found him pulling his sword out.

Seeing that man staring at him, Max raised his index finger.

"Ha..Ha..you only need one minute to deal with me. Interesting...I really wanna see you do it."

He got Max wrong. His skill duration was only two minutes. Since one minute had already passed. What he originally meant was that in the next minute, one of them was going to die for sure.


"Let's get started then." As he finished speaking, he disappeared from his position living a gust of wind behind.


Max immediately rolled forward and took his dagger out of the dead man's throat before raising it above him.


The man appeared in front of Max and his sword collided with his dagger.

He was fast.


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