The evening sky began to fade as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. The noisy chatter of students hurrying home echoed down the school halls, but for Alex, these were the most terrifying moments. On his way home, he tried to avoid people's gazes, hiding his pale and anxious face under the hood of his jacket. However, as usual, bad luck always found him.
"Hey, look who we have here!" the rough voice broke the silence, making Alex tremble. Five large figures emerged from the shadows, with sinister smiles plastered on their faces. They were the bullies who had relentlessly made Alex's life a living hell. "Looks like he's trying to avoid us," one of them, a tall teenager with messy blonde hair, grabbed Alex's shoulder firmly, causing him to flinch. Alex swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, but his trembling body betrayed him. "Clark? Are you just going to stand there?" Alex knew he was a coward, but he hoped this time Clark would come to his aid again. "So, this is your new friend?" One of the guys turned to Clark. "Hey buddy, got any money?" Clark stared at the guy coldly. "Leave." They exchanged glances. Instead of fear, they laughed. "You think you're a hero? With that scrawny body, are you sure you can take on all five of us?" Clark remained undeterred. He took a deep breath, feeling the energy pulsing within him. Unconsciously, his hands clenched with an unusual strength. "I'll make you regret this," he said coldly. Without warning, one of the bullies lunged at Clark, but what happened next shocked everyone. With lightning-fast reflexes, Clark dodged the punch and countered with unexpected force. The guy was thrown back, crashing hard to the ground, groaning in pain. For a moment, everyone stood frozen, unable to believe what had just happened. "You bastard!" The leader of the gang growled and ordered his men to attack Clark all at once. All five launched their assault, but Clark moved with incredible speed and agility. He dodged every strike, countering with blows that sent each bully crashing to the ground, one by one. Despite his slender frame, his punches and kicks felt like being hit by steel, leaving everyone around, including Elena who happened to be passing by, stunned. In a matter of minutes, Clark stood among the five bullies who lay groaning on the ground, not breaking a sweat. He turned to Alex, who was still standing with a look of disbelief. "Let's go," he said, then walked ahead of Alex. Alex took a moment to mock the bullies before following Clark. They walked away from the scene, leaving the injured bullies and the crowd still frozen in place. Among them, Elena's gaze followed Clark, filled with admiration and curiosity. *** In a nearby café, Clark and Alex sat facing each other. "How did you do that?" Alex asked, his voice still filled with amazement. "I mean, you really took them down! I knew you were good, but I didn't think you were that strong." Clark sighed, staring at the cup of coffee in front of him. "I... I don't know, it just happened," he replied, recalling the strange feeling that coursed through his body earlier. "I just couldn't let them keep hurting you." Alex smiled slightly. "Thanks, Clark. You really saved me." Clark only nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. That power, the ability to fight so swiftly and forcefully, clearly came from the system he had. However, there was a deeper feeling that troubled him. A sense of fear and doubt stemming from memories of his past death, and his determination to find the person responsible. But so far, he hadn't found any clues. As they conversed, suddenly, the system within Clark issued a surprising notification. [New Quest: Conquer the School Bully Gang!] Clark fell silent, staring at the holographic screen only he could see. "Another quest," he muttered. Alex looked at him, puzzled. "What's going on?" Clark swallowed hard, trying to make sense of the new directive. "Nothing. I'm just thinking about something. By the way, do you know anything about the gang that's been bullying you?" Alex frowned. "I do. They're pretty infamous around here. They control several schools." Clark nodded slowly, still not fully understanding. "I need to take them down, so they won't dare mess with you again." Alex was touched by Clark's words. All this time, no one had dared to stand up to that gang. But now Clark appeared, offering a glimmer of hope for people like Alex who were often bullied. "I'll help you," Alex said, full of determination. Clark looked at Alex, seeing the resolve in his friend's eyes. Despite his doubts, he felt a sense of relief. "Thank you, Alex. I'll need it." *** In the days that followed, Clark and Alex began their investigation. They used every resource they had to find out who was involved in the bully gang at their school. The information they gathered revealed that the gang was larger than they had initially thought. There were several groups operating under the same leader, with a structure that was more organized than it appeared from the outside. Clark felt increasingly uneasy about this quest. Why did the system want him to target this group? What was really going on behind the scenes? His curiosity and suspicion grew stronger when he finally discovered who the leader of this gang was. As Clark was sitting in the library, planning his next move, Alex came with a serious expression. "Clark, I found something," he said, handing over a piece of paper with important notes. Clark read the notes, his eyes widening. "This...," he murmured, staring at the name and photo printed on the paper. The name of the person who led the bully gang, who had been tormenting other students at their school. Clark recalled the incident in the cafeteria a few days ago. The guy who arrogantly called Elena 'sweetheart' was the same person leading this bully gang. A mix of anger and guilt welled up inside him. Did Elena know about this? And more importantly, what was this gang leader really planning? ***A loud thud echoed in the dark room filled with the stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The gang members who had lost the fight against Clark now knelt on the floor, their bodies trembling with fear. Standing before them, the gang leader, a large teenager with a gaze filled with rage, stood with clenched fists. His face was flushed with anger, and he didn't hesitate to rain down punches and kicks on his subordinates. "You're all cowards!" he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Five against one, and you still lost? Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?!" Each word that left his mouth was accompanied by a kick to one of them, who could only groan in pain, too afraid to fight back. The shame and anger he felt were unbearable. All this time, he had been the ruler of the school, bullying whoever he wanted without anyone daring to oppose him. But a scrawny kid like Clark, whom he never even considered a threat, had made him look like a fool in front of everyone. It
After school, Clark and Alex made their way to the basketball court with steady steps. There, they were greeted by an unusual sight—a crowd of people already waiting. Their numbers were so overwhelming that Alex and Clark found it difficult to count how many had gathered. Alex felt nervous, fearful of what might happen. "Clark, what should we do? This isn't like usual," Alex whispered, his voice trembling. Clark turned to him, his face calm. "Don't worry, Alex. I'm here. No one will touch you. If they try anything, I'll handle it." In the middle of the crowd, a tall man with prominent muscles under his basketball uniform stepped forward. His eyes were sharp, filled with determination. The man was Vincent Hayes, the school basketball team captain and leader of the Black Vipers gang. "So, this is our new hero," Vincent said sarcastically, his gaze locking onto Clark. "Do you think just because you took down some of my guys, you can take on all of us?" Clark didn't flinch. He stared
In a skyscraper, a 40-year-old man stands behind a large glass window. His gaze is directed downward, but he is not enjoying the city view; instead, he is focused on the system interface he has been observing for years. As he lights a cigarette with a flame created by his fingers, memories of his first murder resurface. The memory is vivid and disturbing. He recalls the cold sweat on his palms and the rapid heartbeat as he prepared for his first kill. The target was a man living alone in a small apartment. The task seemed simple but felt like stepping into an unknown darkness. He felt waves of anxiety, his hands trembling as he approached the man’s residence. The apartment door creaked ominously as he opened it, revealing a completely unsuspecting target. The fear was palpable, yet there was also a strange, indescribable thrill. Each step closer brought a rush of adrenaline, heightening his senses and pushing aside his fear. When the job was done and he saw the life fading from his
The next morning, Alex decided not to go to school. His fear of facing the zombie-like people was too great. Clark followed Alex's decision and stayed home to rest. They sat in the living room, watching the news on television with confused expressions. "Clark, look at this news," Alex said, pointing to the TV screen. "It’s similar to what we faced yesterday. What exactly is happening with those people?" Clark frowned. "I don’t know either, Alex. They seem to be experiencing something that makes them not feel pain or injury. It’s very suspicious." The news showed CCTV footage of several young people doing crazy things—some throwing themselves into traffic, others jumping off buildings. Strangely, they got up and ran as if nothing had happened. Several witnesses corroborated the reports, adding details about how the people did not show any signs of pain. Alex looked at Clark with worried eyes. "Is there some kind of zombie outbreak hitting our city?" Clark squinted. "Do you believe
In his grand office building, Julian Drake sat in his workspace with a troubled expression. The news about a body found at the bottom of a pool and the failed mission to eliminate Clark Walker only added to his confusion. Julian felt frustrated because he had not yet completed the quest that required him to eliminate Clark Walker. Julian summoned one of his executives, Cole. The man appeared respectfully, bowing before Julian. Julian immediately asked if Cole had truly killed Clark Walker as ordered. Cole answered with full confidence, “Sir, I assure you that Clark Walker has been eliminated. I completed my task as instructed.” However, Julian felt increasingly bewildered. If Cole had killed Clark Walker, then who else needed to be eliminated? And if Clark Walker was already dead, why was the quest still showing up on his system screen? Julian kept wondering who Clark Walker really was and where the man could be. *** Meanwhile, at Alex’s house, Clark began a deep investigation in
The next morning, Elena woke up with mixed feelings. Her mind kept replaying the conversation from last night, where she uncovered more clues leading to the bitter and terrifying truth about what happened to her father. With a resolute determination, she knew she couldn't do this alone. She needed help from someone she could trust, someone with the ability to fight the enemy they were facing. Her thoughts immediately turned to Clark.Clark Walker was not an ordinary person. Although it had only been a short time since Elena started knowing him, she knew that Clark had something different, something no one else possessed.That morning, Elena decided to contact Clark. After taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone and dialed Clark's number. Shortly after, Clark's deep voice echoed on the other side."Hello?""Clark, it's Elena," she replied, her voice slightly trembling. "Can we meet today? There's something I need to talk to you about."Clark was silent for a moment before answe
The next day, Clark accompanied Elena to meet someone who claimed to know the truth behind her father's case. Elena appeared anxious as they walked towards the promised location, an old, long-abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. Clark, also feeling cautious, maintained his calm demeanor to reassure Elena. He knew that this meeting could be the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding Elena's father's accident and possibly the tragedy that had befallen her family.As they arrived in front of the old building, the atmosphere felt eerily quiet and ominous. The structure looked decrepit, with peeling paint and cracked windows. Although sensing something was amiss, Elena pressed forward with hope, while Clark followed behind her, carefully observing every corner. When they entered the building, their footsteps echoed in the dark and dusty corridor.After a few minutes of waiting in the designated room, Elena's unease grew. "Where is that person?" she whispered, looking around
Clark quickly pulled Elena to the side, shielding her with his body. As the armed men started to approach, Clark grabbed a chair lying in the corner of the room and used it as a shield. He could feel the adrenaline surging through him, readying his body and mind to face the incoming assault.One of the burly men lunged at Clark with a sharp weapon, but Clark swiftly dodged, twisting his body to kick the opponent in the stomach. The man fell, and Clark seized the opportunity to grab the weapon from the fallen enemy's hand. Meanwhile, Elena sought cover behind a stack of boxes, trying to stay calm and focused despite the pressure.Out of the corner of his eye, Clark saw Elena using some boxes as a makeshift shield. As a few men closed in on him, Clark used his superhuman speed and strength to fight them off. Every move he made, whether a kick or a punch, was precise and devastating. He struck with a force that quickly brought his attackers down.However, the longer the fight lasted, the