(A/N: Hello guys, it has been a while. To be honest I didn't like the previous versions that I wrote and I didn't think that I was doing justice to the masterpiece named "Berserk".
That's why I started my research for the fanfic in September. Of course, stuff happened that's how life is, so I wasn't able to focus time on writing after all I am a uni student now and had exams.
But that belongs to the past. As for the fanfic itself, it won't have harem or romance. Why you might ask? Cause I hate both of them. Harem because it's trash and romance cause all the attempts I have seen are failures and instead what they do is lower the quality of the fics.
If you don't know simply don't write romance. It isn't even a major point focus on action instead. It is that simple.
As for what you should expect, it should be similar vibes to Berserk. For example character growth, moral ambiguity, fate etc, etc. Another thing to mention is that the game Fear & Hunger has also inspired me. After all, it was inspired by Berserk if I am not wrong. My favorite character was Enki, the dark priest.
Also, you can consider this fan fic slightly au and the reason for that is that some things that I have decided to add haven't been introduced in the manga but it would make sense for them to appear. No spoilers you will see as you read more.
To be honest, I was sick the past week and I am still kinda sick but I feel better. So I haven't written that much. As for the upload schedule, it will be every Monday and Thursday so 2 times a week.
I have other responsibilities as well so I can't write every day. As for your comments, I might respond way later cause I don't have the energy.
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The scene was set. A bustling metropolis, people scurrying like ants under the unrelenting gaze of the sun. But amidst the chaos stood one man—a mind sharper than any blade, eyes that saw through the lies of society.
That man was me: Justinian Holmes, a private investigator… in training. No case was too small, no mystery too mundane. Justice never rested, and neither did I.'
In reality, Justinian wasn't investigating a high-stakes crime. He was crouched behind a newspaper stand, staring intently at a man buying coffee across the street.
'Subject is acting suspicious. Third coffee in under an hour. Clearly trying to mask his nervous energy.
Could he be a criminal mastermind? A caffeine smuggler? The possibilities are endless.'
The man glanced in Justinian's direction, raising an eyebrow. Justinian froze, immediately pretending to examine a crumpled receipt on the ground.
'Ah, but he's clever. Too clever. He knows he's being watched. A worthy enemy indeed.'
The man rolled his eyes and walked away. Justinian scrambled to follow, only to bump into someone—Mr. Jefferson, a mountain of a man whose expression was as stormy as his reputation.
"Justinian," Mr. Jefferson said.
"We need to talk."
'Ah, Mr. Jefferson, a former client.
Why do they always come back?
My brilliance haunts them, no doubt.'
"Are you listening to me?" Mr. Jefferson snapped.
Justinian nodded, even though he wasn't.
"Stay calm, Justinian. Analyze the situation. He's angry—clearly feels inferior to my intellectual prowess. But I can disarm him with charm and wit. Or… run. Running's an option."
Before he could decide, more familiar faces appeared—an entire group of people closing in, all looking less than friendly.
"Interesting. The crowd grows. Is this an ambush? Have I uncovered a conspiracy?
Before he was able to unravel more of the mystery in front of him, Mr. Jefferson's words brought him out of his stupor.
"Justinian! You said my wife was hiding a secret treasure chest! Do you know what I found? A chest of laundry!"
"Ah, but clean clothes are the true treasure, wouldn't you say?" Justinian replied, oblivious to his anger.
Before Mr. Jefferson was able to retort, another person from the crowd chimed in.
You ruined me, Justinian!" He shouts, jabbing a finger into Justinian's chest.
"I was the laughingstock of the neighborhood for weeks!"
'Ah, that must be Mr. Hyde, a man who undoubtedly recognizes brilliance when he sees it. Perhaps he's here to thank me for my tireless work on his 'missing dog' case. Poor fellow—it was obviously a squirrel impersonating a dog. A common mistake.'
Justinian tilts his head, confused.
"Laughingstock? Surely not. My deductions were impeccable. You did have a squirrel problem."
"I didn't have a squirrel problem! My dog came home the next day!"
The mob seeing Justinian's silence took it as a chance to throw their past grievances.
"You're the idiot who said my husband was replaced by an alien clone!" one woman shouts.
Another man adds, "You told me my cat stole my jewelry! Turns out it was my nephew!"
"Technically, I was only partially wrong in that case. Cats do have a penchant for shiny objects—" Justinian said, trying to defend himself. But before he was able to finish, the mob started advancing.
'Only one thing is certain: these people want something. Something I'm not prepared to give. Like a beating. Let's humor them for a bit'. He thought.
"Oh, what happened, guys? Are you going on a group jog? No worries; I will lead the way.
His words only managed to agitate the crowd more as it closed in,
Justinian, seeing the situation turning dire, spun on his heel and bolted.
Angry shouts were heard behind him.
"Get him!"
Come back, you weasel!"
Justinian ducked into a narrow alley, barely avoiding a crate of oranges that a vendor was unloading.
The vendor cursed as the crate toppled, scattering fruit everywhere.
"My oranges! You asshole, come back and pay me for the damage; my family isn't going to feed themselves!"
'
Collateral damage. A regrettable but necessary sacrifice in the pursuit of freedom.'
He stumbled out of the alley and into the town square, where a street performer was juggling flaming torches.
The crowd gasped as Justinian barreled through, narrowly avoiding a collision.
'Oof, that was close; fire is, after all, a dangerous element of nature. Thankfully I am too agile for such situations. '
Unfortunately, one of the torches slipped from the performer's hand and landed on a pile of hay nearby. Smoke began to rise as people shouted and scrambled to extinguish the flames.
"Note to self: fire and hay are a poor combination. Also, avoid that side of town for a while."
Justinian glanced over his shoulder. The mob had stopped. Instead of going back, he veered sharply, heading for the outskirts of town.
'The art of misdirection is key in situations like this. A lesser man might panic, but I remain cool-headed under pressure'.
After a while, he arrived in an open field.
"Success! Another daring escape for the great Justinian. I've evaded capture yet again.
Surely, this will go down in history as a masterclass in ingenuity and resilience. It is time for me to go to another town. This one was too small for a man like me."
"Hm. Storm clouds, how dramatic. It is weird though. The weather forecast didn't mention anything about rain today; it seems they aren't good at their job. They should take lessons from me."
Suddenly a thunderbolt comes out of the sky and strikes Justinian on the back.
"Oh," he groaned, staggering to his feet. "That's going to leave a mark.
As he got up, another thunderbolt struck him.
"This feels... targeted," he muttered.
Then another four thunderbolts struck him in rapid succession.
"So this is how it ends. Struck down by nature's wrath. A fittingly dramatic exit, though not one I would have chosen. Farewell, cruel world—you never deserved me." Justinian said as he closed his eyes for the final time.
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(A/N: This was the chapter. Btw guys it will take a while for canon cause like I said at the start I want to properly show things. The reason I am telling you this is because with the upload being 2 chapters a week it will feel slower than it is so have patience.
After all, in my opinion the canon doesn't have much stuff to show compared to what I have planned.)