The Heir of the God of Death
Chapter 01's

5 months have passed....

The appearance of another dimensional portal after the incident, in which the portal took out strange creatures. Once again disaster befalls mankind, but.this time different from before where superhumans have sprung up with various abilities, they are able to face the threat this time.

They call this ability "Beneficia", an ability they got from previous incidents and this ability will be passed down from generation to generation, not all of humanity get this ability only 20% of them just resurrected him.

Over time-a year passed a new method has been found this method is called "Gratias". A method in which one could give half or all of their abilities to another person, this method is permanent in nature once given will not be able to return unless the person given it is willing to do the same method.

This simple method of two people sitting facing each other and pointing both hands forward until their palms touch, the, and the one who transfers his ability must focus on himself while the one who accepts must be ready to accept the consequences, for his body must feel a great pain if he stops in the process it will die.

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...12-04-2030...

This time I went hunting in a portal called "Dungeon," as usual I entered by myself and ended up in "Loser." I managed to get out safely, actually it could be said to be quite defensive because every time I came out of this dungeon I always got injured.

Though the dungeon that I entered was F level and always ended up with a wound, in the view of the person who had "Revoked" this injury is trivial to him because our endurance and physical strength are much stronger than normal humans in general.

"Hey, hey look, he's hurt again."

"But, this time it's pretty good."

"Geez! What is it to be proud of, whereas I get more than that after the Resurrection. While he has been awakened for one year, but only two of his greatest achievements, ck ck ck," he said while shaking his head.

"But, he's pretty good you know.just capitalize on the determination to be Venandi with the ability to just (ordinary)."

"Even if he's a Protector, he's protected by the people he's supposed to protect."

Already various kinds of insults and rants I heard from people, everything he said was true but at least do not tell in front of the person directly, dong. Though I say so to them I may die first, for it is the law of the jungle where the strong will be arbitrary to the weak. Moreover, I was arguably the weakest among the weakest people, because I had not gained a prominent ability or arguably "Skill" obtained from Beneficia.

This time I only obtained two Krimons from the result of killing two level one Undead. A krimon is a crystal that appears when it successfully destroys or kills a dungeon monster.

Then the Awakened will choose two options, Venandi and Protector, which are set by governments around the world that have agreed with this system. Venandi is a person hunting, exploring and plundering a whole dungeon, this choice is free for the Awakened they have the free right to enter the dungeon.

While the Protector is the one who protects and guards the Venandis, their duty is only to escort and has no right to take the contents of the dungeon. They were only highly paid for escort duties, unless they were willing to barter with dungeon items as payment, few people took this position.

Only organizations or groups from the government that on average take the position of Protector, he said it was appropriate that they take this position to protect the community. As for the average "Guild" they took Venandi's position and took only a few Protector among them.

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"Eh, Brother! Brother's home, hooray...!"

Two children opened the door and greeted someone warmly.

"Did you buy fried chicken this time?"

"Sweet, fried chicken again, tired of knowing this time I want a burger, Brother buy it?"

Seemed a sincere smile from the brother and reached into the grocery bag he was carrying.

"Don't worry, I've bought burgers and fried chicken for you guys."

Happiness and smiles adorned these two twin sisters, they seemed very greedy to eat them.

"Eh? Didn't you eat?" Ask the sister.

"I've eaten a lot of it, so just spend it."

"Sister always said that when he came home with food," said the younger brother.

"Yes, my sister always said that, even though her face looks so lethargic" said the sister.

"Hehe, I'm like this because of my tiredness" I said as I stood up. "Well, Brother wants to take a shower, after you eat do not forget to wash your hands and feet after that do not forget to brush your teeth as well."

"Good!" A simple answer from both of them.

My name is Arkha Peteng and my twin sisters are Rena Pranadipa and Reno Pranadipa. Our last name was different because I was just their foster brother, I was adopted by their parents since I was 5 years old in an orphanage. My biological parents died right at the "Open of the gates of hell." incident."

They both died in the rubble of the apartment and rescuers found me as a baby and shocked them, where I was protected by a white light, and it didn't just happen to me, almost every child and baby had something similar. I think the Gods really did notice us even in a helpless state.

Me and my twin sisters now live in a small house, and the condition is worn out where the walls are black and the roof and ceiling often leak when it rains.

The cream that I got just now is of poor quality what else is only level 1, for the best quality that level one will be valued at 2 million RP. While the lowest or bad quality will only be valued at 900 thousand RP even the lowest 500 thousand RP. At the moment I only get 1 million, and this has not been enough to cover the cost of living the three of us let alone the cost of living is now expensive like never before. I set aside half of this money for their tuition until they go to college, even though the twins are only seven years old and have just entered Elementary School.

For my parents who now died in an accident two years ago I don't know why they could have an accident, let alone this accident they were both victims in a burning car. I've asked the authorities for help and even the government's Protectors, but they always charge more for investigating the cause of our parents' deaths.

But, at least I still have Rena and Reno left in my family, I'm glad they exist so it makes me have a new purpose in life.