[Ding! You have stopped the Cromothean Invasion! You have unlocked the Adamantine Battle Armor (Level 3)]

[Ding! You have solved the Cosmic Formula! The cosmic entities have grown wary of your existence.]

Years ago, way before I was even born, humanity was reminded that we weren't alone in the universe, and our world was invaded by a race of alien conquerors that called themselves the Ravemites.

It was ghastly. And humanity was soon on the brink of extinction until, we were saved by an Intergalactic Organization that called themselves Starcore Nebula. 

Years later, in the middle of this chaotic relationship between mankind and alien, I, Eric Kaiser — a regular 18 year old kid who had always looked up to these heroes of earth, aspired to be just like them even without awakening any talent, lost my parents in the apocalypse. 

Since then, I lost any aspirations I had, any admiration I harbored towards these intergalactic agents. Till one day, I came across a strange system that changed my life forever, then I awakened a talent too.

That Talent's Name was D.E.L.T.A.

And because of it, I was linked to the greatest technological system in the universe, create state of the art weaponry out of thin air? Easy. Hack into the universe's most elite security system? Piece of cake. Being wanted by cosmic beauties across the galaxy? Child's play.

But I didn't go unnoticed, soon enough rival galactic organizations and even alien warlords from all over the universe wanted me gone at any cost, so if they wanted to wage a war against me, bring it on.

I have no desire to become a intergalactic hero, but with this system, I am justice.

So the battle to save earth from these so-called conquerors? it wasn't just the planet's fight anymore, it was mine. They made sure of that the day they let my parents died.

"What a weird day." Eric muttered under his breath as he walked down through the streets, school was over for the day, and he was a bit tired. 


He tried things the normal way for once, although he swore to bring these corporations and Starcore Delta down to their knees, he was a bit tired.


"Hava, how long before D.E.L.T.A  is operational?" He said softly, masking his voice while in public.


"78 hours huh?" To be honest he didn't mind a little peace and quiet, after all with D.E.L.T.A still recharging, going back out there meant his demise. 


Especially since most of his arsenal were out of commission for now. He even froze his twitch, at least for now, he wanted to be off social media till D.E.L.T.A was completely operational.


And his new page swarmed with comments, he didn't know what they were about, but anyone could take a wild guess that it was about what happened the previous night.


Chapter 34 - Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover