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beginning In a small urban village, a chicken was born with the sole duty of showing himself in corruption, as his entire generation since the 14th century consisted of corruptors and barbarians. The little Raider was nicknamed Ftor (from the Greek language, it is a general name for destruction, corruption, murder, annihilation, and the like). Ftor was a very gentle boy, not fond of conflicts and not particularly loud. It wasn't due to natural feelings, but rather due to his parents' incredibly strict upbringing and the constant pressure to succeed and destroy. The constant threats of being kicked out of the house for not fulfilling his family duties left a deep cut in the chicken's psyche, which would manifest itself in the future. He had entered adolescence. Then the young Raider became more desolate and distant, but more than fulfilled his parents' orders, trying not to shame his entire family with his natural gentleness, which caused Ftor to go mad. Ftor began to sleep less, became more desolate, and began to get sick more often and eat less. death... but... Because Ftor's parents didn't even notice their child's deep depression and emptiness, they didn't even notice his slow death. They didn't witness his torment, which was influenced by his mental trauma. Rader died from deep despair... and a lack of food and water. A week later, the parents started wondering why Ftor was missing and where he was. They searched the house and found... a corpse. A rotting corpse with wings fused with hammers. To avoid suspicion and keep the house from stinking, Ftor's parents threw the corpse of their creation into a trash can. Now it doesn't breathe. It doesn't run. It doesn't see. It doesn't think. All that remains is the faint trace of the life that once glowed within this chicken, now fused with a metallic sheen. 00011011100 When Lari, emboldened by his powers, attacked the city, he noticed that one of the trash cans stank more strongly and repulsively than the others. His natural curiosity overcame the temptation to destroy the city, and he approached and opened the can, revealing the almost completely decayed corpse of Ftor, which had decomposed almost to the point of solid tissue. Lari quickly closed the can, horrified by the sight (even though he was a hacker, he was still a fearful being). When Lari finished with the raid and was about to leave, he noticed something that he hadn't noticed before, which was that the corpse had grown attached to the hammers. Lari became even more curious about the past of the deceased Ftor, and he discreetly took the tank with him as he flew back to Nikita's dimension. { Note: These events take place before the construction of Lari's Royal Alley. } Although Lari was scolded by Nikita for taking an unauthorized object from the main dimension, he had taken Ftor's corpse for study purposes. metal reincarnation It wasn't too difficult to revive Ftor, but the problem was that Nikita couldn't manipulate his consciousness or psyche, and Ftor (naturally) didn't remember his previous life. However, there were advantages to this: it made it easier to turn Ftor into an emotionless killing machine. When Ftor grew up under Lari's care, he was trained for raids, but for his own safety, Lari didn't give him any exploits. The raids began to gain a foothold in Fluoro's heart, and he began to like them more and more, even if he had avoided the topic of raids in his previous life. The locals called him "The Raider," and Fluoro liked that nickname a lot. Since then, an iron corpse with incredibly enormous physical strength has been running around the cities, so much so that it is able to tear off the wings and legs of an ordinary chicken without steaming over the force.