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When they were children... They aspired to be like the great heroes who protected the people... Their excitement, their euphoric screams when they defeated a villain, their happiness when they saw that the world was safe.
They grew up in a world where villains used increasingly dangerous formulas…
They were in a world where society blamed heroes and the authorities for not doing their job— although they couldn't be everywhere despite being so many, they would never be enough.
They adopted the hatred and tension that their parents had experienced and taught them over the years…
Heroes were selfless, they were idiots who only wanted recognition and merit, who only wanted fortune and followers…
They grew up in a society where everyone acted undisciplinedly for their own benefit, where everyone was selfish and only secured their share, heroes stopped being people who worked for the common good, for stability, for the love they had of being good by nature.
They started to become selfish and selfless. If society blamed them for the things they did or didn't do, they would lose interest in the matter and let another hero take care of it…
Someone else will help.
Someone else will come.
I don't feel like making the effort.
I don't get paid enough to do that...
That's how it was…
That's how they grew up, in that same society where, upon reaching adolescence, it became just another career; they weren't excited about being heroes, they were only heroes because it was the easiest and simplest course to pass...
…
Until he appeared. Mysterion.
No one knew his origins, no one knew who he was, no one was able to see him on the streets... a hero who didn't change his mind as the other heroes, didn't fail, was never late to save those who needed him…
Someone who had never shown his face, nor accepted interviews, and much less was anyone known... he was a young man, his body: physique and combat experience in the analysed videos was a teenager who, when the authorities realised the idolatry and support he had, began to persecute him and treat him like a fool, like a criminal, like someone who was doing something wrong simply for being what the people had stopped being years ago…
A hero with no license that was saving people before the truest heroes. A mysterious hero arrived even before the professionals and disappeared long before the police. The professional heroes felt slightly humiliated by the presence of this new young hero, no matter how much they tried to stop him, there was always something that prevented them from approaching him, and he fled...
They had never managed to catch him.
They had never caught Mysterion…
He remained a hero who protected the people, keeping his identity anonymous and considered by the villains to be a better opponent than the professional heroes themselves.
Who was Mysterion?
That was the question that rushed throughout the hallways and the streets.