1 Just another normal day

[The system needs more power to start]

Peter opened his eyes slowly. Just like every other day the first thing he saw was a blue text box in the center of your field of view.

[Error 001 # Insufficient power]

"Some can fly, others have a huge force, I was born with an error message in my head ... How lucky I am. "He smiled wryly.

Peter had black hair and green eyes, his skin was pale and even without a sturdy build his firm set muscles would ignite the envy of many warmblooded boys.

Some magazines and notebooks fell to the floor as he stood up, his insomnia crisis was obvious to those who saw those two black circles around his eyes.

Peter was born with a

deficient natural hability, that is, a useless hability. It is not common for this kind of thing to happen, but it is not that rare either. All humans are born with a unique ability, often these abilities are extraordinary and help a lot in battles or in the day to day of the people.

Skills are usually classified in: D, C, B, A, and S ... "usually" because there were also cases of people being born with F, SS, or even SSS skills.

Peter had a class F ability, that is, a

deficient skill. He was not qualified to enter a class C daycare center, the most he could get was to enroll in a school for the 'disabled'.

But incredibly his father managed to find a place for him in a class C school, which could be much lower than those of class S, A and B, but it was much better than the schools of 'Disabled'.

His room was large. In one of the corners was a single bed with a desk by his side, a stand hung a thin television on the wall beside a huge wardrobe.

Peter turned on the television and held a video game controller with both hands, he yawned once before he began navigating his endless list of games.

"Peter ...! Peter ... !! "A voice sounded

"What is it?" He said rolling his eyes.

The door opened and a 30-year-old woman entered the room and looked at him in disapproval. This was her mother, she had long blonde hair and wore a striped dress next to a strawberry-patterned apron.

Anyone who saw this would probably die in disbelief. Peter's mother ranked 9th among the 10 strongest people in the country, in the past his glory was such that his nickname became a "divine knight," because his costume was similar to a knight's armor.

His father ranked 5th in the country's 10 strongest people, known as "Chaos", he could by his will transform everything he wanted to powder, his natural ability was chosen as the deadliest in any country.

"Peter ... Go to school."

"Not..."

"Peter ... Aff ... tell me one thing ... do you really want all the effort your father put in to enroll you at that school in vain? "

"No ... it's okay just let me finish this match."

Her mother narrowed her eyes and with a small movement of her hand the control flew off Peter's hand and collided with the wall breaking in several places.

"Go!" She said before leaving and slamming the door.

...

Arriving the classroom Peter sat in a chair at the back of the room and began to look through the windows. The sound of the passing cars and the birds singing captured their attention, in front of the school after the street was a playground where it was often possible to see one or two children running through the sand, the sun had just left across the horizon giving an image beautiful to the whole landscape.

"Peter ... is my class so boring? "The teacher's voice called him

"No ..." Peter said without looking away from the window.

"Peter ... who was the hero responsible for saving a whole city in the 'Thousand Souls' incident 200 years ago?"

"It was the hero known as 'Fire', and in fact the incident of 'A Thousand Souls occurred not 200 years ago but 213 years ago.'

A flush swept over the teacher's face, but he restrained himself from picking up that student and throwing himself through the window, yet he was still very furious with that situation. How could a 'Deficient' not pay attention to his class and still humiliate him in such a way.

Peter was not aware of the teacher's anger, all he wanted was to jump in time and skip that boring class.

...

In the break

Kicks and punches were struck against his face, the group of three young men gave him no chance to fight back.

"Hehehe ... you idiot junk. Why do not you ask your dad for help? "One of the young men said, laughing.

Another young man stepped forward and gripped the collar of Peter's T-shirt, with a twist of his arms he flung him several yards forward. Peter fell into the concrete floor with blood dripping down and his face slightly swollen

"Julio ... can we use our skills?" A thin young man asked the stout young man.

"But of course you can ..." Julio said after a wild smile.

The young man's eyes flashed and, shortly after a kind of rope was tossed from his hand and wrapped around Peter's neck, with a movement of his hands the rope began to contract by hanging Peter.

Peter could not speak anymore, he could not breathe and after a while his face started to turn red, he tried to scream but all that came out was a low grunt and a little saliva.

The other boy's speed increased abruptly, he ran around Peter and struck blows all over his body.

Julio turned his iron hand and punched Peter's face, causing him to fall to the floor in pain and totally dispersing the strength he had gathered to try to stand up

Peter closed his eyes for a moment and smiled wryly.

"Just another normal day."