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 target's eyes, there was a mixture of relief and disturbing excitement. The initial fear faded, replaced by a strange satisfaction. The reality of what he had done began to sink in, and despite its horror, there was a perverse pleasure in the precision and control. The fear and anxiety were replaced by an addictive drive, a sense of power he had never experienced before. Returning to the present, the man exhales cigarette smoke, his expression unreadable yet with a hint of satisfaction. The memory of his first murder, the anxiety followed by dark excitement, has become a catalyst for his continued participation in these quests. Each murder has become a way to chase that initial thrill, to prove to himself that he can face whatever comes next. Now, with a new target, Clark Walker, he feels a familiar blend of anxiety and anticipation. He is ready to face this challenge, just as he has faced previous ones. *** Clark and Alex managed to escape and are now hiding in an abandoned house. The atmosphere inside is gloomy, with peeling walls and broken windows. They sit in the darkest corner of the room, trying to calm themselves while reflecting on what just happened. "How could they not fall, even though you hit them hard?" Alex asks, his voice full of confusion and worry. He still feels the lingering fear from the earlier fight. Clark looks up at the damaged ceiling, thinking about the same thing. "I’m confused too. They don’t seem to feel pain at all. It’s like we’re fighting zombies." Alex nods in agreement. However, it’s not just their enemies who are strange. Alex observes Clark closely, noting the visible changes in his friend. Clark’s once-skinny frame now looks more robust, and his skin appears brighter. "Clark, I can't help but notice the changes in you. Since we first met, you… you look different. Has something happened to you?" Clark sighs, realizing Alex is right. He feels the changes within himself but isn't ready to be honest with Alex about what has caused them. "It’s because you’ve taken good care of me, Alex. If I were still living on the streets, I might not have developed like I have now." Alex feels touched. It was not wrong to have invited Clark to stay with him, as many problems have been resolved with Clark's presence in his life. As they are lost in their thoughts, the door of the abandoned house creaks open. Elena enters, surprising both of them. Her face shows concern and determination. “Elena!” Alex exclaims, his voice filled with astonishment and relief. “What are you doing here?” Elena closes the door behind her and steps in quickly. “I had to make sure you’re safe. I know how dangerous this situation is and couldn’t let you act without a warning.” Clark looks at Elena intently. “Why do you care so much? What’s really going on?” Elena shakes her head. “I can’t explain everything right now, but you need to know that Vincent and his gang are not to be taken lightly. They are involved with something much darker than you imagine.” Alex looks at Elena, confused but also curious. “So, what should we do?” Elena sighs heavily. “You need to leave here. If not, it’s not just you who will be destroyed, but your families too.” Elena’s warning makes Clark and Alex exchange worried glances. For Alex, he might still consider stepping back from this conflict. But Clark, having received power from the system, cannot back down, as the quest has instructed him to eliminate the Black Vipers gang. *** At the grand Drake Holdings building, a company with extensive business interests across various fields, Vincent Hayes enters Julian Drake’s office. Julian’s office is dominated by a modern, elegant atmosphere, with large windows showcasing a spectacular city view. Julian Drake, a 40-year-old man with an imposing presence and authoritative aura, stands behind his large desk. He looks at Vincent with a sharp gaze indicating seriousness and a commanding personality. Vincent approaches the desk and places several files on it. “Mr. Drake, I’ve come to report the latest developments regarding the serum you provided us.” Julian nods and folds his hands on the desk. “How are the results?” “The results are extraordinary. Our gang members have become much stronger. However, we’re also facing some issues. Our opponents have been able to handle us even with the serum.” Julian frowns, and his expression begins to change. “There’s someone who can fight back against you? Who is he?” he asks with a tone of concern. “As far as I know, his name is Clark Dawson, sir.” Julian is slightly surprised by the name similarity, only differing in the last name. “Is he trained in martial arts or something? How did he manage to win?” Vincent looks down, feeling guilty for the failure. “I apologize, sir. He is quite strong, but because my men couldn’t fight properly, they were defeated by Clark.” Julian finds Vincent’s explanation hard to accept, as the serum they provided should double a person’s strength. Is it possible that a high school student is stronger than the effects of the serum? Due to the implausibility, Julian decides to investigate Clark further, though he is unsure if he will find anything useful. What is most important now is to locate Clark Walker, not Clark Dawson. ***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
In the living room of Alex's cozy home, Clark sat, glancing around. The house exuded a calm and orderly atmosphere, reflecting Alex's meticulous personality. They had just finished dinner, and Clark decided it was a good time to delve deeper into the life of his new friend, feeling this was the perfect opportunity to understand more about Alex."Alex, I've been curious," Clark began, trying to sound casual despite his genuine interest, "What do your parents do for a living? Why are they rarely home?"Alex nodded, seemingly prepared for the question. He appeared to reflect for a moment before starting his explanation. "Oh, that's an interesting question. My father is a businessman. He runs several large businesses outside the city, so he's often away on business trips. Sometimes, he has to stay abroad for extended periods."Clark waited patiently, giving Alex time to continue his story. He could see that Alex was comfortable discussing this topic, even though there was a hint of longin
Vincent, with sharp thinking and a vigilant demeanor, gave instructions to his subordinates in an abandoned warehouse.“Make sure to keep monitoring Elena’s movements,” Vincent said with a serious tone. “I want to know where she goes and who she interacts with, especially if she meets someone suspicious.”Vincent’s subordinates nodded and promptly left the room to carry out their task.***Meanwhile, Elena, after a long day at school, decided to take a walk in the city park to unwind. The fresh evening air and the scent of flowers in the park provided the tranquility she needed. Unbeknownst to her, surveillance had begun. Vincent’s subordinates carefully followed Elena’s every step, ensuring she was not missed.A few days later, Elena decided to meet Clark at the café where they usually met. They often chose this place because of its comfortable and relaxed atmosphere, which allowed them to talk freely. The café was located in a quiet area, away from the city’s hustle and bustle.As E
After receiving the report from his subordinates, Vincent sat in his chair with clenched fists, his eyes narrowing in anger. The report detailed that Elena, whom he had trusted, had secretly met with Clark, someone who had always been suspicious to him. Feelings of anger and betrayal began to consume his thoughts.With a swift and decisive movement, Vincent stood up from his chair, kicking the table in front of him as an outlet for his rage. The table shifted several inches, and his subordinates in the room held their breath, knowing that things were about to get heated."Gather everyone at the headquarters immediately!" Vincent shouted, his voice echoing in the room. "I want them here within fifteen minutes, regardless of where they are or what they are doing!"His subordinates, accustomed to Vincent’s emotional outbursts, wasted no time. They quickly picked up their phones, sending messages and making calls to all gang members, instructing them to assemble at the headquarters as soo