Assassination System: Vengeance

Chapter 1

[Seth's Life Earlier. ]

"But do you have to do it yourself? And this is your project. Why should I do it?" Seth refused their request.

Taking care of this work and project made him exhausted. It is not even his job!

He would like to work on this project alone if he could choose.

[ People are useless like them! Why do they have everything? ] Seth muttered irritably.

How many days did he not sleep well for the sake of doing everything before the deadline came?

Seth always works hard alone.

But the Castor team enjoys bonuses and good imaging from the CEO – Daniel Powter.

Seth hissed in frustration. [That's not fair! ]

"For what? There's you. That's why you work here. Poor people like you have to work hard. Didn't I give you the money, loser?!" Castor said virulently.

Seth is unable to fight them. Every day humiliated unfairly.

Seth's hands are clenched on his lap. His soul harbored inexpressible wrath and revenge.

"I'm not taking any money from you, Castor!" Seth replied with a demanding tone.

Diego laughed maliciously and hit Seth's head. "Wow. Look at this coward! Started to dare against us, huh? Do you have the courage now, Vonstein?! You are a loser! Do you want us to destroy your life as scum and worthless? You deserve to be dead rather than alive. We saved your life. Is this how you repay us?!"

"I do not owe you anything!" Seth rejected in rage.

They laughed mockingly.

Draco grabbed Seth by the scruff of the neck and threatened him with the glare of the evil eye. "Do you know what it cost against us, idiot?! Just do it. If we get a bonus from the boss, we will share it with you!"

[Cih!!! ] Seth cursed inwardly, and he looked at them with hatred.

They will never share the percentage of Seth's hard work.

Castor laughed viciously again. "Why are you looking at us like that? Hate? Angry? Revenge? What can you do? A low caste like you can't do anything. Because of what? You're the loser! You're just useless scum!"

"Live like us! Don't pretend to be a good person or a hero. That goodness wouldn't do anything in a country town as big as Oakenvale! You live in the lowest caste and are poor. You deserve it, Seth. No trash can is treated like a king! Especially a loser like you! You are an idiot! Good thing you're alive! Just die if you can't stand it, loser!" Laken kicked Seth to the floor and stepped on Seth's head.

Seth collapsed, stinging pain in his head. Laken kicks from his iron boots, and every day they do it.

Them. That four wealthy savages co-workers.

Threatened him abusively and beat him without a conscience.

The rich people of this country - FUCK YOU!

And Seth is defenseless against those rich fuckers.

With arduous, Seth looked for his thrown glasses. Diego trampled him to smithereens.

"Stop that! You broke my glasses!" Seth roared in annoyance, and his hands were on the floor. Exactly they found the scratched fragments of glass shattered on the cold floor.

Diego stomped Seth's hand over the shards of his glasses.

"Uggghh!!! Let go of my hand, Anderson! It hurts!" Seth groaned excruciatingly, and hot blood came out of his palm, pierced by a shard.

Diego mocked out loud in amusement. "Are you crying, loser?!! Why? Do you can't afford these glasses?!"

Draco laughed maliciously. "Of course, he won't be able to buy it! Just smash his face hard! Seth Cohen Vonstein, male poorest loser and scum Oakenvale. What did you expect?!"

"He started crying, man. Come on, you guys. Don't be rude." Castor got up from his chair and sat in front of Seth. He was always satisfied when he saw Seth covered in blood. "That's why, if you dare to fight, Seth. Don't want to be treated like this?! Don't be poor or like a hero! You know, in Oakenvale. That shit won't work."

They laugh viciously, Draco landing a kick in Seth's stomach.

Seth roared. Stung by a sickening killing that made his stomach churn. Seth could only snuggle. Fresh blood seeped from his mouth.

The room was quiet and dim - Seth could still hear their cruel laughter.

Seth caught his breath.

Seth prayed in his heart. [ If I am given the opportunity and strength to finish them off. I will do it! I will not forgive them! ]

***

"Oh no, In hell! My bag and work documents?" Seth growled irritably.

Seth sculpted in his cubicle. He had just treated the wound on his hand that still killing.

The fresh blood seeps into the gauze.

Seth can only mourn all his confidential documents that Castor destroyed and now end up in pieces of garbage.

The documents he worked so desperately that hours of sleep messed up, while the deadline is left tomorrow.

"What the hell do they want from me?!! Why do the rich people in this country have no conscience? How foolish!!" Seth cursed in rage. "Why?! Anyone in the lowest caste is a scum of the country, a loser, a subject of ridicule, and an abusive object!"

Seth hit the desk furiously.

A spill of nauseating and smelling liquid soaked his backpack.

Seth took a deep breath. Holding grudges and anger, he still could not resist.

It raining heavily outside, and Seth came home listlessly. He stayed late at the apartment. Rework all deliberately destroyed documents.

"Who else? Castor Black motherfucker!" Seth cursed in his mind.

He brought home his dirty, disgusting-smelling bag. Seth doesn't know what they're doing to his stuff.

Again, Seth could only take a deep breath.

Seth comes home to his apartment and breaks through the rain. He commuted to the office on foot. So unable to pay for a taxi or other rental vehicle.

He'd instead use it to eat.

Lightning thundered right overhead. Seth uses his backpack to protect his head from the pouring rain that pierces it like a needle.

It smelled disgusting, but he had no other choice.

He ran down the sidewalk. Run fast to the suburban apartment, which is quite a distance.

He hated his life, and as an ordinary man who had nothing to be proud of – nothing to be grateful for in his always unlucky.

[ Is there a way to kill people without having to touch them?! ]

Seth starts thinking nonsense when he gets in front of his cheap apartment. He is cold and famished.

***

The apartment door was hard to close. Seth needed extra power to push it to shut. Rattling so heavily, Seth let out a long sigh as he locked the door tightly.

Seth immediately cleaned up and kept his bag outside the balcony. He let the torrential rain wash away all the dirt in his bag.

He goes to his computer to rework all the destroyed documents and eats instant noodles.

Seth nods. "Fortunately. I kept a duplicate of the document. They have all the means to bring me down. So I have all the means to keep getting up. I'm a genius, not like them. Rich people have low morals! If only I had something to change this dilapidated world order! The government and the rich people love to oppress the lower-caste commoners! Do we not deserve to live?!"

That's why Seth always retaliates against Castor Black's treatment of his fellow fuckers with hack attacks on their work systems.

No one knows Seth's hacking skills. He deliberately did not reveal his skills to break into other people's systems.

Seth smiled obliquely, and he opened his binary program. One by one - Castor Black, Diego Anderson, Draco Cyrus, and Cadon Laken will receive the consequences.

"Take my revenge motherfucker! I will make you ashamed in front of Daniel Powter and the investors. Let them know what you guys are like!"

Seth laughed wickedly.

***