Nick

In this world, strength has always decided everything. Your mother's level and your abilities predetermined your status in society. But there were also those everyone feared, and Nick was precisely that. Born under a negative mana value, no one had any idea what that meant: immense strength or impotence, but such people were shunned. And now, thanks to the cruelty of the world, Nick has become just as cruel himself.
Today was an ordinary day. Nick was walking through the dark, wild forest until he felt a thin thread of aura, white, almost silver, which caught his attention and he followed it. The stronger the aura grew, the louder the sounds of battle became. The battle was clearly between the ghouls of the wild forest and someone else... but who? He reached the scene of the carnage and saw a white silhouette, like lightning, darting between countless monsters, tearing them apart. He took a comfortable position, crossing his arms over his chest, and watched the carnage.