There was a light rain falling through the air, he could feel it on his skin, little droplets evaporating as soon as it touched him. He was standing on a tall stage made of a solid seamless stone with his family, his older brother standing next to him in elaborate armor, watching the horizon amongst what was left of humanity. An army of more than a billion human, stretching out as far as he could see, made of every human willing to fight and die for their planet. The army is separated into different factions, most of them led by a leader who survived the impossible difficulties tutorial. There are only a handful of those, 99% of those who entered that tutorial mode never came out. But those that did, those that did can fight an entire city by themselves and win.

  His brother is one of those people, not only that, but he is considered the strongest in the world. Even though he is number two on the leaderboard, people considered him to be the strongest because nobody knows who the number one is. He or she has never made an appearance throughout the entire tutorial. There's some sign of their passing of course, but usually all that's left is a scorched earth that has turned to lava from heat with no sign of life left. People tend to stay away from those areas, after the first few people got sick from radiation sickness when they got too close. Thankfully unlike the old earth, there are healers who could treat it as long as they got to them in time.

  They were all waiting with stress visible on some of their faces, as slowly, one by one, portals began to appear about 10 KM away from the frontline. As hundreds of portals finished appearing on the soon to be battlefield. Alien lifeforms begin to emerge from the rift in reality. They came in various shapes and sizes, from swarms of insectoids barely larger than his hand, flying in formation with such precision it could only have been accomplished by a hive mind. To 10 meters tall giants, wearing thick plate armor. He could even see some elementals amongst the enemies.

  They were all here for the same reason, to conquer earth in the name of their factions and divide all the wealth that came with a newly integrated world. If they succeeded in their conquest, most humans would probably be killed, and the few that's left would be enslaved for generations to come.

  The enemies were probably thinking that they would win this war with ease. They were likely right to have that assumption. But he knows that his brother would never let that happen. Even if he had to sacrifice most of the army he would still win. And he knew his brother better than anyone else, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all himself if he felt it was a necessary sacrifice to keep him safe. Most people just know his brother as a charismatic and kind leader. But he just likes to act like a normal person, not the borderline sociopath that he is. His brother has been like this as far as he could remember, even before the integration.

  As the enemy factions gather on the other side of the giant river that separates them. It became apparent that they far out numbered the humans. From the size of the gathering, they have about five times the numbers we had. This is actually within expectations. The problem is the amount of elites amongst their number, some of them have spent centuries honing their abilities. Their winning chance has always been slim. But seeing the enemies bloat out the horizon with their numbers drove the point home. Most of them will die on this field.

  As he looks around at the grim faces of the soldiers below their platform, he can see the despair dawn on some of them. Then his brother slammed his spear on the stone floor near his feet. The sound traveled further and louder than physically possible. People turned their heads and looked at his brother. His brother didn't say anything. But the remainder of his presence is enough to steady their heart. He could see the despair on their faces turn into determination. They all know what's at stake. All the non combatants had worked hard to craft the weapons and armor on their hands. Not to mention the fortifications and traps they had painstakingly built. They all came here knowing that they would probably die.

  Some people might wonder what a twelve year old like him is doing here. Indeed, a lot of people question his brother why he is bringing him to a dangerous battle like this, there are so few children left after the integration. The few that remained are fiercely protected, everybody lost someone. Even his brother doesn't want him to come here. But he insisted and his brother could never say no to him. Besides, his brother knows the truth. He is their final resort.

  But, as he looks at the very best of humanity, preparing themselves to fight to the bitter end. He remembered the kindness that he received. The kind old man who gave the last of his food to him, even when he could clearly see that he was starving. The leather craftswoman who insisted on making him his leather armor for free, she lost her son to the tutorial, she hoped that it would protect him. He still remembers the times that it saved his life. The Italian man who somehow managed to build a working pizza oven and baked the best pizza he had ever tasted. He often gives the pizza for free to anyone who is hungry. The adventurers who risked their lives to bring him to a settlement when they found him. The healer who ran to him and healed him immediately when she saw his broken arm. To this day, she is still considered the best healer in the world. She never asks for anything when she heals someone.

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  He couldn't bear the thought of letting those kind people die a senseless death, when he knew that he could prevent it. So he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly through his mouth. He focuses on his thermonuclear mana heart, his unique trait, and the reason why he is number one on the leaderboard. Usually he kept the nuclear reaction inside his heart at minimum intensity. He can only contain so much energy and radiation in his reservoir. He has to regularly expel it to avoid killing everything around him. He had just emptied his reservoir before this battle. So he started increasing the intensity of his heart and rapidly his reservoir began to fill. He opened his eyes and he could actually see the heat wave rolling off him, centered around his chest. Everyone on the platform can feel it too, the heat spreading around him.

  His brother turned to his side and looked at him and asked. “Are you sure of this Neo?, you know the consequences, their factions leadership is sure to be watching”.

  He replied, “Yeah, I know. But I couldn't just stand and watch, I'll just have to make sure that no one watching this would dare to do anything for a while”.

  His brother stepped towards him and put his hand on his shoulder, “All right, if you're sure, don't hesitate, I will take care of everything else”.

  With his brother's blessing, he stepped towards the edge of the platform and shaped his mana into a distinct form around his mana heart. Gravity started to lose their grip on him and he began to float. He kept going upwards until the people below him looked like a matchstick. He stopped rising when he considered it a safe distance. He looked up towards the rolling cloud and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his mouth. Then he takes the plunge and ramps up the intensity of his mana heart, higher than he ever dared to before. His reservoir is immediately filled to the top, his hot radioactive mana started to seep out of his skin and filled the surrounding air.

  He looked down across the massive river, where the enemy's organizing and setting up their chain of command. He then took control of the mana in the air, creating a whirlpool around a central sphere shaped energy that glows brightly with heat. He kept compressing it until the ball of superheated mana looked almost solid. Then he created nine more sphere, smaller this time, about a tenth of the original ball size. Once it finished forming, he spun the nine smaller mana spheres in an orbit around the bigger one. He repeated this process hundreds of times, matching the exact number of portals plus one.

  At this moment, both sides are looking up towards the sky. Everyone could feel the ridiculous amount of mana concentrated around him. It never stopped increasing even after he finished forming the framework of the spells. He kept channeling the mana into the central spheres, increasing their size and density. He could feel it reaching the critical mass required for ignition. But he kept adding more mana even after that, until they are each bigger than his body. All that's left is the spell chant he crafted specifically for this spell. He never thought he would ever use it. The spell chant would help to give the spell purpose and weight, giving it permanence, no one could stop it once the nine ‘planets’ fell to the sun and ignition started.

  For the first time since he filled his reservoir, he took some mana and shaped it into a spell form on his throat. Enhancing his voice, giving it the weight necessary to embed the spell chant into the spells. A side effect of this is that everyone on the battlefield would be able to hear him.

  He looked towards his brother on the ground one final time, then he set his sight on the portals behind the enemy lines. There is barely a trickle of enemy left coming through the portals.

  He took a deep breath and said, “My name is Neo Wagner, the strongest human on earth. Let this day be a warning, to all of you who want to conquer humanity. If you wish for war, let me grant you your wish”.

  He sends his spells forward, each one heading towards one of the portals. They tried to stop it, but it's useless. Every spell that gets near the orbs is burned down and consumed by his spells, adding to the fuel. He even saw some that tried to stop it with their body, it just burned straight through them too. After all the orbs went through the portals, he sent the final one to the enemy side. This one is a lot smaller, barely the size of his fist. He didn't want to destroy his planet after all. Once everything was in place, he started to channel his mana in specific patterns, both internally and externally. This is one of the hardest parts of the spell. He has to reach and connect to every single spell and embed a purpose through his chant, at the same time he also has to let the little orbs fall towards the center orb and begin ignition. Thankfully he kept the chant short.

  He began his chant,

  “With this poem I call

  Amidst this fateful fall

  The pulsing heart of all

  To those who can recall

  Where it all begin

  What they call the origin

  Whom I consider kin

  Let us bear witness

  To the birth of stars”

  That was the day he became a legend, by giving birth to hundreds of stars on the home planets of various species and killing trillions in the process. That day he earned the title, The Destroyer of Worlds.