I am or at least I was born Oshini Daiten I go by a different name now as my old one carried nothing but bad memories for me. But before I started going by a different name I was commonly referred to as Dai.

I first got that nickname after one of my classmates was angered with the small amount of money he was able to extort from me, he then shouted “Daiten’s so useless, if you can’t even be a wallet then you don’t even deserve a full name. Dai should just die”.

It became a phrase that would haunt me for many years. The worst part was that they were probably right I was pretty useless back then. I am not one of those people that try to make myself out as a victim I knew I was useless and that I didn’t have much worth.

I was a below average student barely getting passing scores, I lacked any form of social skills, I didn’t have a family with widespread connections heck I didn’t even have a family; I was abandoned at birth. I guess back then even my parents could see the uselessness in my infant form.

My only redeeming feature would be that I wasn’t horribly disfigured and that my face didn’t cause others to vomit upon seeing me. But my worst trait, the thing that made me really know that I was below any other human being was the fact that I lacked a special ability.

That’s right, in a world filled with ability users I was a rare sample of ineptitude, even the weakest F rank ability users could make a sheet of paper float or heat a cup of water by a few degrees, but not me, it was confirmed yet again that I was useless.

Or at least it seemed that way you see the truly useless ones were the quack job doctors and scientist that tested me for an ability. After hearing that I had no ability my mind, which was simply too delicate at the time, could not bear the mental strain any longer.

Having an ability was my last ray of hope, the single strand of string remaining that could have pulled me out of the abyss of uselessness.

Anyways, 2 months of wallowing in self pity, 3 weeks of talking to myself and a few suicide attempts later I finally managed to recollect the shards of my broken psyche and work towards a new goal, finding a different way out of uselessness.

As I contemplated ways to overcome my lack of abilities it finally hit me, just work harder. I know that it seems kind of obvious but the thought had never crossed my mind. I had previously believed that applying more effort as a useless human would just be a waste of energy but now I had nothing to lose.

I began to take on jobs that would have normally required the use of a special ability. F-rank job cleaning debris from a demolition site, while others would have needed only a day to complete this job with a D-rank telekinetic ability I spent a whole week moving the debris of an abandoned house with my body.

As soon as I completed the job and received the envelope with my pay my hands started shaking, this was the first time I had experienced the joy of effort resulting in positive results, the emotions were so intense that it would become the sole focus of my life. That same day I dropped out of school at the age of fourteen and dedicated every waking hour of my existence to taking on jobs.

Week after week I would take on request after request only taking the minimum amount of time to eat and sleep. Eventually I reached the point in which it only took me a day to complete F-rank debris clearing jobs.

Two years past and I found myself taking on B-rank jobs clearing debris; I was now clearing the debris from a collapsed bridge. At that point I finally stopped long enough to accidentally look at myself through the river below; I almost couldn’t recognize the reflection in the water.

In two years I had grown a whole foot, gained at least two hundred pounds in muscle and my hair had turned completely white as though father time had run his hand across my scalp.

The only way I had recognized that I was starring at myself and not at a complete stranger was from the scars that reminded me of my weakness.

When my mind snapped after discovering my lack of an ability I had succumbed to the temptations of suicide multiple times.

There was one large scar above my eyebrow from when I had stolen a gun and had shot myself in the head, and there was a long scar that ran from one side of my neck to the other from the time I had tried to decapitate myself with a kitchen knife.

After composing myself from the shock of my new appearance I decided to use the connections I had built throughout the years clearing debris to schedule a much more thorough testing.

The scientist I had used my connections to hire analyzed my abnormal growth and development and found out that although it was incredibly weak and was most likely an F-rank I had an ability.

My ability was a form of Hyperion Constitution. Normally Hyperion Constitution was a B-ranked ability but mine had some interesting side effects.

Although all of my muscles were capable of developing past the normal human limit, all of the muscles in my body, which includes my brain, required 300% more stimulation than the average human being to develop.

Upon hearing those words from the scientist I felt a sensation that I had only felt once before, extreme and utter joy. To me there was no real downside to my ability, all it meant was that I had to put in 300% more effort and I was already doing that.

After discovering the nature of my ability I changed my focus from completing jobs to solely training my body as well as mind. Eventually I graduated with a Master's degree in Ability Neutralization and became the second SSS-Rank ability user in Japan, now here I am on my way for a debriefing.

As I got on a train heading towards the designated location I couldn’t help but wonder how things got to this point. I am one of the seven Deadly Sins, one of the strongest ability users on the planet and yet here I am sneaking around like a rat in a lion’s den.

I remember a time when ability users S rank and above could proudly walk the streets confident in their strength and be debriefed in broad daylight.

Sadly those times are gone; things have been getting weird ever since Glutton’s death. Glutton was arguably the strongest ability user, in fact he would probably be the strongest ability user hands down, that is if I didn’t exist.

So for him to have died from a stab wound from a little girl was very strange even if she was using a B-rank element infused knife. Glutton’s strength was something that even I recognized, he was the one who tested me when I first became one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Even after becoming the sin of Pride I was able to acknowledge that an all out battle between me and him would have uncertain results.

It’s not just Glutton’s death that has the world in shock: SS rank ability users Loginovsky Vladimir aka Arctic hammer and Abarnikova Svetlana aka Sweet Death, SSS rank ability user and fellow Deadly Sin Sheng Yaolin aka Sloth, SSS rank ability user and another fellow Deadly Sin Chloe Thornhill aka Lust, all the top ability users around the world began dying after Glutton’s death. And all of them died seemingly impossible deaths.

*sigh* I stared out the train’s window as I remembered all the good times I shared with Glutton ( I remember the first time we met he ate the SS rank Thunder bird I killed and he didn’t even let me gather the feathers I was sent to collect) ( there was also the time he got a taste of his own medicine when a Gaia Tortoise swallowed him and I had to shatter the shell so that he wouldn't have to get pooped out).

My reminiscing was interrupted by the train’s sudden stop. Most people in my situation would be worried about the train coming to a complete halt considering that we were still an hour away from the next station especially considering the deaths of all the high rank ability users lately.

But I wasn't worried because there was one thing that separated me from them making it impossible for me to meet their same fate, the simple fact that I am better.