11 Order and Chaos (1/2)

Vincent loved chaos. He thrived on it!

Vincent had grown up in the Stratocracy where everybody worked like unfeeling machines. The cold hard order and control over even the tiniest of details had always made Vincent feel suffocated.

Different rules constrained him, however he still rose through the ranks. His rebellious nature was never accepted. A new rookie outdid him and he was tossed aside. Of course to add insult to injury that very rookie later ended up joining the hero's crew.

When he was escaping and was blown off by a grenade, something inside of him snapped. Even as the shrapnel pierced his eyes and separated an arm, his eyes had widened in amazement.

The explosion was pure chaos. It wasn't constrained by the rules, and all order was broken into pandemonium. Vincent had felt as if imaginary chains around him were broke. He had fallen in love with explosions ever since.

So when Lucas had asked him do it, he had pressed the big red button with no hesitation at all. There was even anticipation and mad fanaticism. This was after all his best creation yet. It would be the very incarnation of chaos unleashed onto the world.

However when the explosion took place vaporizing him and all the surrounding anarchists he didn't feel excited. A single tear evaporated from his cheek as soon as it left his tearducts.

It wasn't a tear of happiness. It was a tear of loss and intense grief.

For the briefest of moments he felt sad.

His friends, his efforts and life. Everything were gone. He felt reluctant to go away. Unknowingly he had forgotten to take in the magnificence of the chaos. He was busy thinking about all that he was losing.

He was frustrated at his behavior. This was a moment he had often dreamed of, the day he would die and take everything down with him with a huge bang. Something of epic proportions that the whole world would remember for centuries.

Chaos so powerful that it would even rip apart the fabric of space-time.

However he only felt immense grief, he still wanted to live.

Call it fate or destiny but both his wishes came true.

A rift was indeed blown in the fabric of space-time and his soul was sucked through it.

Vincent soul was flung into another world where it sunk into the dying body of a beastman.

He had transmigrated.

After merging with the body's memories Vincent realized that it belonged to a new and rising mercenary called Vince. With elements of fire and metal, he was quite good at metalworking and combat. Unfortunately his crew had been wiped out in a fight with a high-level elemental beast.

Looking at the kaleidoscope of memories crashing into his head Vincent couldn't help but feel extremely annoyed. The original Vince was the exact opposite of him. An idiot obsessed with rules and order.

An extremely stuck-up son of a b*tch.

Kind of like Martin.

However the kid also had a deep set trauma. His settlement had once been razed to the ground by a monster. The deaths and chaos left a long lasting impression in the owners mind.