A sphere of white light had appeared in the distant darkness. This light resembled a lone star in the night skies. Suddenly, the abyssal darkness surrounding Belmont didn't seem so terrifying anymore. He could see the core of the abyss. All he had to do was get closer to it and find out where he was. Belmont tried using both his hands and legs to propel himself forward as though he was swimming inorder to hasten the trip. The currents pulling his soul experienced no resistance, therefore his pace increased three folds, and Belmont found himself proceeding further at an immense speed. He moved almost like a blur. However, even while traveling at such an incredible speed, the distance between himself and the light sphere didn't dwindle. The light felt so close, yet insurmountable. This only meant that the light was not as close as he had assumed it to be. And that he hadn't gotten to the centre of the abyss yet. He was still in the outer layers of the abyss. Belmont tried to figur

"Dad?" Carl exclaimed. "What? Did you say dad? Is your dad back? Where is he?" Carl's mother, Helen shouted from the kitchen. She had overheard the four years old call out for his dad. She hurried out of the kitchen, wiping her drenched hands over her apron. Her long brown hair fluttered to the wind that came through the open windows. Peering her emerald green eyes about, she looked around the living room. "Where?" A soft melodious voice escaped from her juicy red lips. "On Tv." Carl pointed towards the TV screen, which was broadcasting live. Carl's dad, Iron Knight, was addressing a crowd of civilians. "Woah! Isn't it awesome watching dad on TV, hon?" She asked. The warmth in her smile felt relaxing, Carl had never witnessed anything like this before. The bond between parents and their child was just too weird. He couldn't quite comprehend it, after all, he didn't know what his parents looked like back in his former life. He had never experienced that thing called parental love.

It was dinner time the next day, that the door bell finally went off. Carl and his father were seated at the dining table while his mother was busy moving the food from the kitchen to the dining table. "That must be him." Jason Reed, Carl's father said, as he stood up from his seat and left to answer the door bell. Carl just watched, a hint of curiosity piqued his eyes. "Wow, you actually made it." Jason said immediately he opened the door. "Well I couldn't miss it for the world. It's just as you said, 'it all depends on the moment we decide to take the first step', and that's exactly what I want to do. And besides, this kids need a symbol of inspiration. I want to become a better godfather… and grandfather." Steve said in a deep voice, a bit of emotion evident in his indifferent expression. He stepped aside, revealing a little girl beside him. She looked timid and shy, and was clinging on to the edges of his suit, tightly. The little girl had a nicely kempt blonde hair, blues e

Carl laid face down on the bare cold floor of the alley completely battered. He had bruises under his clothes and a few broken ribs. Peter and his gang had thoroughly roughed him up so much that he nearly passed out, he could barely stand on his feet. He just laid there on the floor feeling utterly beaten… hopeless even. The cold biting through his pale skin. He had tried to cry but only pained groans escaped his throat. He tried to turn but moaned instantly as the pain overwhelmed him, but he didn't stop moving his body, until he was able to face up. Carl's condition had changed for the worse ever since he reincarnated. He had read a lot of fictional novels from this world where people from other worlds who got reincarnated, were reborn, overpowered in another world. They receive all the perks that would aid them in surviving their new world. Some of them get to see a sexy and hot blonde goddess who showers them with divine gifts and equipment, and sends them off with a warm sm

"You did well, boy. Are you alright?" Carl suddenly heard a deep voice speak to him. He gradually lifted his battered face, he was graced with the figure of a young man donning a red spandex fabric and a pair of black modified goggles. "Where are you hurt? Can you stand? What is your name?" Carl had never been so happy to see a person dressed in a spandex suit as he was right now. He felt elated. Indeed heroes were Symbols of Hope to people like him. "Yes. M–my name is Carl." Carl said politely. "Good. Carl, I want you to take the kid and run as far as you can. As you can already see, I am outnumbered. But I should be able to buy you enough time to escape. We've backups on their way so there's nothing to be afraid of, Carl." The Hero said confidently. "Okay." Carl struggled to his feet, he picked up the unconscious girl—she had passed out when Vilewolf wanted to eat her. He then resumed running, ignoring his injuries and the pains that washed over his entire body. A gap was gradua