Values Shephard, was a young man only 22 in age.
5'4 in height, a face with eyes too far apart like a sloth's, a nose like a pig's, and ears pointed like an elf's.
He had long ginger hair that he would use to cover his face throughout his life of being stepped on by even the lowest common denominator in society because of his looks.
He was thin with no muscle, and wasn't the brightest when it came to academics or the streets.
Even so, he could still walk, and learn, so not all hope was lost for young Valeus.
In an old dusty apartment, I laid down a towel over my face as I slouched on my couch.
"An embarrassment to the family name, a stain on the honour of my parents, and one that should have died in a ditch somewhere."
"I fucking hate nobles, even though i am one, well i hate myself too so i guess that tracks."
"To think they would really kick me out."
"Might as well have just tell me to go kill myself, well they also did that too..."
"It's all because of this damn face, this body. And my brain isn't much either."
I covered my eyes with my hands as my body balled up on the couch.
"I really am worthless"
"Maybe they're right, mother, father, my siblings, the other nobles that love to whisper in front of me. Maybe i should just do it"
"Just grab a sword from the smithy and just end it."
Tears welled up in my eyes as the light blares in front of them stinging them as tears fell down my face.
"But…i cant…im a fucking coward."
I cried myself to sleep, laying on my couch a pathetic mess that was thrown out and mocked by his own family.
Values Shephard was in all ways deficient.
He was bad at combat, academics, street intelligence, athletics, and appearance.
And because of inadequacies he was relentlessly bullied by his family, treated like garbage, even treated like trash by the servants and knights.
His family had sent him to an average school in an unknown random town in order to make his existence be forgotten and not connected to the rest of his family.
Even in school, the high school that he went to was nothing more than a relentless ridicule fest.
After years and years of continuous bullying Valeus began going down a spiral of alcoholism, he became a drunkard and worse yet a delinquent drunkard.
After drinking he would get into fights with other students at his school both commoner and noble, which always resulted in his name spreading in infamy, deteriorating the reputation of the shepherd family.
Values once tried fighting his entire town.
He lost every single fight but was never knocked unconscious and never sustained any serious injuries unlike his opponents, leading to his nickname as the loser saint.
Values somehow had the unique ability to be able to fight anyone no matter how powerful, giving them a multitude of injuries a lot of the times serious injuries and yet still lose.
But the most intriguing thing is, his skill level was somehow adjusting to every single opponent he faced not enough to make him powerful or win.
But enough to make him last long enough and to lose without sustaining heavy injuries or passing out.
He would struggle against a homeless man with a shank the same way he would struggle against a knight with zero differences in difficulty between the two.
He would somehow be able to barely dodge a powerful lightning spell and gain only a graze on the cheek but at the same time barely dodge a punch from a random guy and gain the same graze on the cheek as if these were equivalent attacks.
somehow…
He would fight against a powerful mage with a massive mana reservoir and a random baker with zero differences in difficulty between the two.
He would somehow gain the same injuries from both opponents and nothing more or less as if they were equivalent opponents.
Somehow…
Mikhaela Sondar was the ace of his school, good at everything the complete opposite of Valeus and someone Valeus knew very well.
Mikhaela Sondar was one of the students he fought that he lost against,
They had fought seriously both not holding back.
It was a close and grueling match lasting hours full of drunk rambling from Valeus as he continuously joked around and insulted Mikhaela.
Until he eventually lost landing on the floor on his back.
He then went on to fight a starving commoner who barely had any muscle or strength and it lasted the same amount of time as when he fought against Mikhaela ending in the same result with him landing on his back.
Somehow both of these flights were equivalent in difficulty and effort for Valeus even though one opponent was vastly much stronger than the other…