"Hey Trash, how's your mom and dad?"They always ask me this: Do I even deserve this kind of treatment when I have nothing to rely on in this pathetic, pointless world?My mom named me Gareth because I gently got out of her stomach when she gave birth to me, and my last name is Wells, which means spring, gentle spring. Isn't it beautiful?However, all I experienced in this life was nothing but pain, depression, anxiety, and the truth of life. My mom died when I was 6, and my dad's now disabled, and I'm being bullied at my school just because of my background and for being a loner."Hey Trash, how's your pops doing right now? Shouldn't you be nursing him?"Just as he knows what's happening to me, Christian Murphy, who is known as a tyrant in our class for being a bully and having a family with great connections with the government and known businessmen since his father is a politician. blonde hair, slim body, ugly face, and a rotten personality."He's fine without me; you don't need to

An unfamiliar and unregistered number? Who's calling me this early in the morning? "Hello? Who's this?"Yo Gareth!!"My heart trembled, and I shivered in anger when I heard this lunatic voice. Was it because of what he had done or just because I was a coward?Ahh, that's when Christian told me to come to the school and meet him at the alley near the convenience store."Yeah?""Come to school and come to the meeting place!""Why should I?""You really are a nutcase; how about you stop questioning and come here? You dipshit!""Alright."What a slave, doing whatever his master said. What can this lowly human do anyway? It's time to go and meet the devil.When I arrived at the school, I hesitated for a moment. I don't know why, but I was instantly filled with joy and sadness at the same time.What should I do now? I don't know what to say or how to face them after what happened in my life."H-hello Christian, what's up?"As he smirks and looks down on me, my eyes become sharp and full of

"Little shit! Get a grip!"W—what happened? Why can't I move? It hurts, it hurts so much! W—why?"Ready the —"Wha— Urgh!! Ha— Ha— I—m losing my — *beep—beep—beep*"You awake, little shit?"Am I— this room is so unusua— "Calm down first, I'll explain kid."Zuan? Explain? What? Urgh— my body hurts so much— What happened? I can't reca— "Little shit, calm down and listen. When you guys took a taxi, you remember there's a light, right?""The taxi you rode, it got hit by a dump truck."Huh?— wa—wait!! We got hit by a truck? Da—dad!! Shit! I'm truly hapless! "I overheard earlier from the police that, the truck driver was drunk and fell asleep."Dad!— where's dad? I can't— why can't I speak? Did I got injured so much that I can't move even my mouth? "It's unfortunate, kid. Just rest for now, and take your time to heal."Do I even have the leisure to do that! Where's my dad! I need him! I need to see him! I need to see my da—I just can't seem to calm myself, the pain, the numbness, and

"As things stand now, you'll die before you fulfill your revenge. Try guessing my present to you, Little Gareth.""Stop mumbling and tell me.""You're being insolent, Gareth!""Hoho— it's fine, Zuan. I'm giving you another instructor; although Zuan's is unparalleled in his timeline, it won't work in the current timeline.""You exaggerate it, Master Kharon."Kharon's right; it's a different timeline with different technologies. It never crossed my mind. It's fortunate that Kharon thoroughly thought about it."You're right; tell me what's in your present this time.""I'll let another soul guide you on your journey. He's known as the best hitman in your world. His name is 015!""What?" I've heard of 015, the one who assassinated the former president of Haiton, the richest businessman in Grayling, and he was also known as the killer of generals.He never failed in his assassinations, and no one has ever succeeded in locating him. He died of old age. Even though he died, no one ever saw h

It's morning, but the sky's gloomy. The heavens are crying and seem to be pouring tears; it's time.As I was moving out of the mountain forest, the memories were pouring out. It's been a year since Zuan and 015 left, and I'm thankful for everything you guys have taught me so far.It's time to make use of it; I'll be the villain you guys always wanted. Wait for me, Christian.Days passed, and I reached my hometown. As I saw our broken house, it felt nostalgic. Christian, you didn't even spare our house.I sat down and prayed, mourning, and silently planning my next move. It's better to think this through. I was about to leave when I saw Jaymar drinking a beer; he had already finished two bottles of it.I walked in front of him; he seemed miserable. You betrayed me and had the guts to be more helpless than I am."What are you doing here, Jaymar?""It's been a while, Gareth. You seem to have changed.""I am; you still looked like a rat."As he crackled with his dead expression, he bowed