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Sicily, July 9 , 1943
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Florentino was sitting on his front porch in Sicily when his

neighbor yelled out “The Americans had landed on the beach. This
is the end.”

His drunken father, Luigi, walked out, holding a half-full
bottle of wine in his hand, sit on his favorite chair and said with his
drunken accent “Florentino, listen to me. The war is a filthy thing.
It’s about people attacking other countries and claimed them as
theirs. I lost my father to the evilness of World War One. Before
he went on his final expedition. He asked me to sit down at this
EXACT seat and tell me this “If you grow up, be the world’s leader
and KILL them all. Have no mercy. The world will be purified after
those little sacrifice.” At first, I thought he was pulling my leg, but
as I grow, I agree more and more. Please…. please Florentino, don’t
get involved into this kind of thing later in your life. I used to…”
his father kept speaking as he saw a metallic canister was hurled
into their porch, spewing out white cloudy fumes from both ends.
He didn’t have a chance to tell his father about this as he saw
multicolored rings spinning in his vision as his vision went black.

He woke up in a local hospital. His father was accidentally
shot by a soldier in his head during the siege of Sicily. His father’s
conversation echoed in his head.
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Florentino just manipulated Centurion to help this rotten
world. He was admiring his work, as a technician slammed his door
opened. The technician seemed shocked as he saw Centurion
laptop on his desk. His eyes were flooded with tears