Genesis_(1)

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Introduction

A new world opened, providing people with the opportunity to cast aside their lives and change. In 2025 an unconceivable matrimony would take place. An American business owner, a Japanese programmer, a Chinese sociologist along with a Russian scientist came together; their dream, many years later, manifested itself as Genesis a virtual game, which would change the world itself.

Many played it, becoming nobles, kings/queens and various other high-ranking officials. No matter whom they still bowed their heads to someone: peasants to nobles, nobles to kings/queens, kings/queens to Gods/Goddesses. However there was one entity for which this rule didn’t apply to, the Emperor. All bowed at his presence, his wish their commands, this is his story, his rise to power

Chapter 1: John

John exhaled, tired from his early morning jog. Beads of sweat dripped down his milk chocolate skin, the Miami heat punishing even before the sun rose. The dimly lit street provided meager light for him to see. Carefully hopping across the cratered sidewalk, he turned to see the familiar neighborhood. Most houses barricaded with short fences their yards made up of a jigsaw of weed and dirt.

Approaching a street corner, he witnessed a gang called the Krunk selling crack. As he got closer to the four gang members dressed in their trademark green pants and white shirt, he clenched his broad jaw. He couldn’t touch them as they were outside the safe zone set up. Hearing his footstep one of the member turned and witnessed him.

“It’s him,” the Krunk member shouted. Instantly at the mere sight of John the quartet opened a path for him. Shrugging he passed them continuing his exercise.

Half an hour later done with his jog he stopped under a sign that read, “Best Martial Arts Dojo.” Looking at it he chuckled, thinking about how he ended up here. In 2057 his mother got a brain tumor. To cover the health bills his father did some financial and lifestyle restructuring. In addition, the recession which hit the nation less than half a year later didn’t aid at all. His father lost his job further straining their finances. Which when it was all done, left them with this two story building he now called home.

Opening the gate, he removed his shoes and walked inside. The ground floor of the dojo was simply a large square room with rustic wooden floor. Pyo, his father, waited crossed legged on the smooth floor. His back so straight as if it resisted gravity itself. His dark hair receded from his head. His forehead carved with wrinkles, as a smile spread over Pyo’s thin lips. Facing him, John sat seiza with his butt resting on the heels of his feet.

“Good morning John,” his father spoke in Korean.

Cupping his callused hand John bowed, showcasing proper respect. Inside the gloomy dojo John performed his morning training. Usually with his dad these trainings weren’t too bad. Pyo in general tended to be very lenient. His mother’s, Asuna, training however, were something he and his sister, Kim, shuddered about.

As soon as he thought of this his sister Kim walked in. She unlike him was the biological daughter of Pyo and Asuna. Kim had her mother’s round face, piercing dark eyes, chestnut color

hair and short stature. From Pyo she got his button nose, smile and boundless energy.

“Morning~” Kim beamed.

There went his quiet time. When these two were in the same room it always felt like a supernova went off every time.

“Hello,” Pyo matched her loudness.

Some days John woke up and hoped for a peaceful training. So far it had yet to happen.

“John,” Kim leered at his direction. He knew what she wanted and resigned himself to receive her fierce hug. Of course, as if on cue Pyo joined in making it a group hug. There he stood just taking it all, resisting only made them more dedicated. Besides without his mother here he’d be hard press to win outnumbered against these two.

When he judged enough time had passed he pried both of them away from him. Going to the corner he grabbed two shinais, wooden katanas, handing one to Kim. Facing her a smile crept on his lips, retribution always made these hugs a little bit more bearable.

After bullying his little sister, he went to the far right of the dojo. Opening the door, he climbed the creaky wooden stairs to the second floor. Taking a quick shower he went to the kitchen for breakfast. This morning was his favorite white rice topped with raw egg. Adding a bit of soy sauce, he mixed the piping hot rice with the egg. Being brought up by a Korean father and a Japanese mother John had learned that a day without rice was a day wasted.

“Ready for your last day,” Pyo asked.

John nodded the history and math finals shouldn’t be too hard, he explained.

“See that’s not fair,” Kim barged. “Why do you have a full month of vacation extra.”

He shrugged, finished he waited for his sister. Saying goodbye to his dad he and Kim walked to the bus stop.

“You know,” Kim began. “It’s okay if we walk together. Some people have guessed that we are related. If you talked to people they’d realize…”

John cut her off, “Kim… no. One more day. Then it’s over.” He looked at her and saw the sadness in her eyes. Upset she picked up the pace leaving him behind.

He knew the moment years ago he decided this path what it would lead to. Approaching the bus stop John breathed in and hardened his face. Now he was no longer John the son nor John the brother. He became the most feared person in Melon City, Bloody John.

Chapter 2: Graduation

His grey sneakers crunched the gravel as got closer to the bus stop. His walk calm yet imposing, his demeanor lax yet oppressing. The students stood on each side of the bus door all lowered their heads.