This is a story from my imagination. It is not intended to offend any religion, ethnicity, or country. It is purely fictional, and I hope you enjoy it.
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Billions of years ago, there was a planet called Fenton. It was immensely massive—if we compared it to Earth, it would be like comparing Earth to the Sun. The size difference was enormous.
There were countless empires and nations, with many alliances, enmities, and problems. Every power was overflowing with resources and weapons—some of which were extremely destructive. Among these were nuclear bombs and weapons, which were the most lethal and dangerous to the entire planet.
Because of human conflicts between the leaders of the greatest powers, a global war broke out, during which nuclear bombs were used. This war changed everything about the planet. The nuclear energy merged with the planet and became one with it. This energy seeped into every survivor—humans, animals, plants—anything that managed to live through this devastating war.
This force that altered the course of the planet was named "Noy". It broke all the rules. An ant could kill an elephant if it knew how to use Noy. Humans could do the impossible if they mastered Noy.
After a long time, this world became entirely dependent on the Noy force. The remaining humans renamed the planet to "Marnsus", reflecting the massive change the world had undergone.
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Now, billions of years later…
In a nation called Kandafik, during sunset…
The sun was blood-red, and the sky was stained with the color of blood.
It was cold and raining. People rushed into their warm shelters—homes, mothers, families.
And in that moment, a child was born with hair as black as black holes.
"Ahhh... Aaaaah... AAAAAHHHHHHHH..."
The child cried. He cried as if declaring to the world that the struggle of life had begun for him.
But for now, he was still free from the current:
No name,
No ties,
No hatred,
No bitterness—
Free, to the highest degree.
But soon, everything would be defined within minutes.
He was placed beside his mother. She had black hair and a beautiful face, though time had clearly taken part of that beauty. Her eyes were honey-colored. She looked at the child with both joy and pain. A new life had been added to the world.
From the side, the father looked at the mother and child.
A man with a strong, masculine presence. He smiled with one eye, and his left hand had only three fingers.
He had short black hair, sharp eyes, and a long vertical scar that ran from his lip to his eye.
He had a medium build.
"Hahaha… hahaha…"
He held the baby and laughed:
"Lucia, what shall we name our child?"
"Marik... Bi... Loki... Margen."
She said the name with heaviness and fatigue.
"Loki Margen? Alright. We'll call him Loki."
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A few days later…
Loki's family consisted of his parents and two brothers.
The eldest brother, Nick, was 15 years old. His features were average, blonde hair, rectangular glasses, and a regular teenage body. His face was filled with acne.
The second brother, David, was 10 years old. He had sharp eyes and razor-sharp teeth—all of them incisors. He had dark crimson hair, but he couldn't move the lower half of his body, nor speak or taste. Sadly, he was born this way.
It was a typical family—one that knew problems, tragedies, love, warmth, and siblinghood. It had anger and hatred, and hints of both evil and good. A normal family.
Suddenly, rushing footsteps could be heard outside.
The door opened—it was the father. He carried some items and a bag of pills—"growth pills".
These pills were given to children to enhance their core Noy energy. This energy determined a child's potential. The higher their Noy energy, the more powerful their gift. These pills were given during a child's early development—from day one to four years old. After that, the pills became ineffective.
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Two years later…
"We are witnessing an intense battle between Noy masters!"
On TV, a brutal fight was being shown.
Two elderly men—one with long green hair, the other with long red hair. Their bodies looked old and frail.
The red-haired one lunged forward at an insane speed, sword aimed at the green-haired man. The green-haired one laughed arrogantly. As his opponent neared, he grabbed him like a rat.
The green-haired man slammed his enemy's head into the ground like a farming tool and began pummeling him. The scene was a visual masterpiece. His punches looked like falling meteors—his fists wrapped in Noy energy—crushing his foe's face.
The mother rushed over, grabbing Loki from in front of the TV.
"My little one, it's too early for you to watch this.
David, I told you not to watch fights near your little brother. You're only 12—you shouldn't be watching this either."
David kept watching, ignoring everyone. He stared with bitterness—he wanted to move, to speak like them, to play his melody in this world... he wanted...
Loki cried, wanting to keep watching, but he was taken away.
The mother handed him to the eldest brother.
"Go give your brother his growth pill. Dissolve it in hot water, then mix it into the milk. Just one pill."
"Alright, Mom."
He carried Loki to the kitchen.
"My little brother, it's too soon for you to watch these battles. I'm your older brother. I'm in the Beast Stage, my power and mind are huge. But even I don't watch too many fights—they're too bloody."
Loki made a sound: "Fahqat."
Loki looked at him confused.
His brother replied, "You mean Fahimt—I understood, haha!"
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