It was only when he saw another chilling image did his doubt dissipate. He stood, staring dead straight at the camera with a vigorous glare plastered to his face. The only thing Eugene could focus on were the mamba's eyes. He could see the utter power coursing through them. How with just one look he could predict each movement his opponent would make before they even thought of it themselves. A glance that could pierce through one's soul. They were the eyes of a serpent. --- This is just a little book of short stories revolving around Weak Hero that I thought of. I hope you guys enjoy! ** Editing is in the works

Here I translate some french stuff into english. Don't hesitate to correct me or to suggest me things to translate !