Narrated by Nikolai Renlanton

  I woke up to the sound of Joseph screaming early in the morning.

  We all sleep in the same room, my bed is near his.

  I pulled the pillow under my head and smacked him with it, but he didn’t wake up.

  So I gave up my comfortable bed, walked to his, and punched him hard in the stomach — so hard the bed sank into the floor.

  Joseph woke up, along with everyone else, startled by the blow.

  I said to him, “Don’t wake me up again, you giant piece of meat.”

  Suddenly, Joseph ran toward the bathroom and stared into the mirror.

  I placed my hand on his shoulder and said,

  “Did I hurt you that badly? You’re my brother, and I know you well. A punch like that shouldn’t scare you.”

  He looked into my eyes and said,

  “No, it’s not the punch. It was just a strange dream.”

  I patted his shoulder and said,

  “Alright, you’re old enough to decide for yourself. But if you need my advice, just ask. Or if you just want to talk”

  I was worried about my younger brother, because dreams mean a lot to us, the Descendants of the Gods.

  Anyone who has a pact with a demon or anything of the sort should be cautious — and I feared that the dream might mean something important.

  I ignored it and returned to bed, but I couldn’t sleep again after he woke me.

  I wanted to throw him into a pit of fire for what he did — but since he’s my brother, I settled for tying him up and throwing him off a bridge into the river.

  But he didn’t fall into the water — he started flying using electricity.

  After that, we packed our things and went to the HQ to see the commander and receive our next mission.

  I got into the car. I was the one driving this time.

  When we arrived, Dwayne had been asleep the whole trip, so I woke him up — it was his first mission with his new legs.

  We entered the commander’s office. I sat in front of his desk and said,

  “What’s the new mission, chief?”

  He looked at me and said,

  “Unfortunately, there are no missions for you today. Also… we’re taking your car and your house.

  The car is falling apart — it could explode any second.

  As for your house… it exploded earlier this morning while you were on the road.”

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  I thanked the commander for covering all the damages himself, and we left the office.

  He smiled at me without saying a word.

  It was not that hard to hear that our home got attacked, this happened like six times, so I didn’t was so worried

  Joseph brought his bike and went to the storage unit to collect our belongings,

  and I went to a hotel to rent an apartment temporarily until we could buy a new house.

  We didn’t take it too seriously.

  We ignored the situation and carried our things to the room without crying or making a fuss.

  It wasn’t even an apartment — just a small room.

  We had to store most of our things at Natasha’s house,

  but I didn’t have a car — so how was I supposed to get there?

  Then I remembered — we’re Descendants of the Gods.

  Jason opened a portal to Natasha’s house, took our belongings there, and came back.

  Night had fallen, so it was time to sleep.

  In the middle of the night, someone opened the door,

  but Joseph placed his sword against the man’s neck and said,

  “Leave now. This bed isn’t nearly as comfortable as your grave.”

  The man quickly stepped back.

  I followed him into the hallway and said to my brothers,

  “This one’s mine. I’m going to crush him until his bones turn into cocaine.”

  They went back to sleep, and I stepped into the hallway.

  I said to the man,

  “Alright, I think it’s time you start praying to your gods — because you’re about to meet them.”

  He ignored me and ran toward me with a sword and a pistol.

  I grabbed him and threw him against the wall — but he got up and did the same thing again.

  I tore my clothes and revealed my arms and my third eye,

  then charged at him too.

  He stabbed me in the stomach,

  so I punched him in the face — slamming him into the wall.

  I pulled the sword out of my stomach and said with a laugh,

  “Listen, you’ll have to try harder. A sword can’t hurt me.”

  The man stood up again, pulled out another sword, and started shooting at me.

  I took every bullet without flinching.

  When he ran out of ammo, I began walking toward him slowly.

  He quickly pulled out another sword with his other hand and charged at me.

  He swung both swords, but they shattered the moment they struck me.

  I moved closer and punched him again in the face — so hard that the doors of nearby rooms flew off their hinges.

  He slammed into the wall again, but still stood back up.

  I approached him and asked,

  “What’s your name, warrior?”

  He could barely stay on his feet, but he smiled and replied,

  “Laronif. I’m Laronif.”

  I smiled back at him and said,

  “Laronif, today you’ll meet the gods. So tell me, who sent you?”

  He said,

  “My job isn’t to answer your questions.”

  I smiled and punched him in the stomach.

  “Well done.”

  The punch was so powerful it launched him through the wall and into the neighboring building.

  I quickly went to check if he was dead,

  but I heard him talking on his phone.

  His legs were crushed by the force, completely severed. He took

  heard him saying

  “Boss? I’ve been defeated for the first time… but it’ll also be the last.”

  He dropped the phone and passed away.

  I could hear his commander yelling,

  “Laronif?! What do you mean?! Answer me! Laronif!! Laronif!!!”

  I carried his body and buried him.

  He was a true warrior.

  Then I returned to the room to get some rest.