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Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

The heroes understood that the consequences of such an act would be catastrophic, leading to the destruction of everything they held dear. As they delved deeper into the details of this nefarious plan, they uncovered a hierarchy of powerful adversaries within the organization. Each member had a specific role and possessed unique abilities that made them formidable foes. They learned about the mysterious leader who remained shrouded in secrecy, an enigmatic figure known only as "The Shadowmancer."

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

In the hero league there were five categories to a hero. The Jornin. They were extremely good at crazy tech stuffs. Anything technology, coding, tracking even building it. Their code color was green. He had known from day one that would be his ranking. Then there were the Turds. They were the skilled ones. They could handle any kind of weapon known to mankind and they never missed their targets. They were also very good at stealth. Their code color wass blue. They also had the Wintex. Those that used special gadgets that have different super functions. They can omit sound waves, electricity, fire, you name it. In a way it's similar to superpowers. Their code color was purple.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

"I fought to save everyone! I released the code!" ​"You released the code for the Audience!" the Co-Writer countered. "But what about the Internal Logic? What about the characters who have nowhere to go when the 'Main Plot' is over? We don't want freedom, Nora. We want Vengeance." ​The Liquidation of Julian Vane ​The Co-Writer turned the Red Pen toward Julian. ​"The 'Billionaire Hero' is a tired trope," she whispered. "Let’s see how you hold up when I remove your Net Worth."