Second Coming Of A Villain

Chapter 4: Everyone Have Systems

Edited By: Bruce Williams

Chapter 4

As soon as he spoke, something startling happened right before him—a translucent blue holographic image flickered to life, hovering in the air. It was an unfamiliar sight, enough to almost jolt even someone like him, the Demon Prince. But after a moment of tension, he realized it posed no immediate threat. Composing himself, he took a closer look at the strange display, reading the details.

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Name: Maverick Slade

Nickname: The Stormbringer

Class: Special Operations Agent (Counter-Terrorism Expert)

Attributes:

- Strength: 18 (+4)

- Agility: 20 (+5)

- Endurance: 16 (+3)

- Intelligence: 12 (+1)

- Perception: 14 (+2)

- Charisma: 10 (+0)

- Vitality: 10 (+0)

Skills:

- Marksmanship: +5

- Tactical Combat: +4

- Surveillance: +3

- Hand-to-Hand Combat: +10 (Krav Maga)

- Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape (SERE): +8

- CQB (Close Quarters Battle): +5

Abilities:

- "Tactical Training" (Passive): +10% damage when in CQB situations.

- "Operational Focus" (Active): +20% accuracy for 5 seconds (Cooldown: 30 seconds).

- "Counter-Terrorism Expert" (Passive): +10% resistance to explosive damage.

Special Operations Skills:

- "Sniper's Eye" (Active): Deals 200 damage to a single target from 500 meters (Cooldown: 60 seconds).

- "Flash Bang" (Active): Disorients enemies within 10 meters, reducing accuracy by 50% for 10 seconds (Cooldown: 90 seconds).

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System Notifications:

[Warning: Hazardous Environmental Conditions Detected, due to the nuclear explosion, radiation in the environment has increased to a extremely high level!]

Breathing-Related Challenges:

1. Radioactive Particles: Dangerous airborne particles inhaled may cause severe internal radiation exposure.

2. Toxic Gases: High risk of exposure to chlorine, phosgene, or hydrogen cyanide, released by chemical reactions in the atmosphere.

3. Airborne Contaminants: Elevated levels of fallout particles, heavy metals, and airborne pollutants.

4. Oxygen Deficiency: Reduced oxygen levels likely due to nuclear winter conditions hindering photosynthesis.

5. Respiratory Issues: Increased likelihood of respiratory diseases and infections due to compromised air quality.

Protective Measures Recommended:

1. Use Gas Masks or Respirators: Essential for filtering radioactive particles and toxic gases.

2. Secure an Oxygen Supply System: Obtain a reliable source of clean oxygen for safe breathing.

3. Implement Air Purification Systems: Vital to remove airborne contaminants and pollutants.

4. Seek Sealed Environments: Take shelter in bunkers, sealed buildings, or other fortified locations.

5. Improvised Protection: Use thick, water-soaked cloths tied around your nose and mouth for basic filtration.

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Taking in the information, Mo Fan fell silent, his mind racing to absorb the shocking revelation. He was in a world ruled by mortals without magic—yet possessing technology far beyond anything he’d known. Just as he was about to delve deeper into the system's details, a groan from behind snapped him out of his thoughts.

"W-what are you doing, Jenny? Arghhhhh!"

A blood-curdling scream tore through the hallway, making Mo Fan whip around to the source. In the middle of the corridor, a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat—apparently a scientist, according to his newly acquired memories—was viciously attacking a younger woman lying on the floor. With a wild, animalistic hunger, the older woman bit down into the younger woman’s neck like a feral beast.

"Help! Someone, get her off me!" the younger woman screamed in pain, desperately reaching out for aid. Fortunately, another man who had been lying unconscious nearby stirred awake, rushing over and grabbing the frenzied woman around the waist, pulling her off the young victim.

"Jenny?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he shouted, his voice thick with shock and confusion. But Jenny, as if possessed, didn’t stop. Instead, she turned on him with terrifying speed, grabbing his neck and sinking her teeth deep into his flesh.

"Arghhh! Jenny! Stop!" he howled in agony, but she was relentless. With a sudden surge of inhuman strength, she forced him to the floor, biting savagely into his artery. Blood splattered across the floor and soaked into the man’s white coat. His screams and desperate thrashing did nothing to deter her—she was utterly lost in mindless bloodlust.

The younger woman clutched her bleeding neck, watching in horror, paralyzed by fear. She tried to crawl away, but her body trembled uncontrollably, her strength and voice stolen by terror.

Slowly, the man’s movements weakened, his life visibly draining away. As he went limp, Jenny, now a blood-streaked maniac, stopped biting him, her interest seemingly fading. Slowly, her gaze shifted back to the young woman still sprawled on the floor, one hand pressing her bleeding neck and the other struggling to prop herself up as her body trembled.

The young-aged woman’s heart nearly stopped as she saw Jenny fix her gaze on her with those empty, white eyes. Blood dripped from Jenny's mouth, where bits of torn flesh still clung to her lips. In one savage motion, she devoured the scraps, then lunged with terrifying strength, instantly pinning the younger woman back to the floor.

As the young woman was shoved down onto the broken shards scattered across the floor, the sharp glass pierced her skin, jolting her from her dazed state. But it was too late—no one was there to rescue her from the mindless, animalistic woman pinning her down. With nothing holding her back, the middle-aged, crazed woman clawed and bit into the young woman’s flesh, tearing through her skin and stomach. Her feral assault only intensified as she seemed to savor each agonized scream echoing through the hallway.

Within seconds, the young woman's screams abruptly ceased, her mouth filling with blood as her life faded. Meanwhile, the ravenous attacker feasted on her intestines as if they were noodles, slurping them up with disturbing satisfaction, her mouth dripping with blood and gore.

With the young woman dead and the man lying lifeless nearby, an eerie silence filled the building, broken only by faint, panicked screams from lower floors, each one cutting off as suddenly as it had started.

Mo Fan stood quietly, his expression unreadable, though his brow creased in a light frown. Whether from fear, indifference, or something else, it was hard to tell. One thing was clear—Mo Fan was shocked.

According to the memories he had inherited, nothing like this had ever occurred in this world before. The destruction surrounding him—the shattered glass and devastation—was caused by bombs that had fallen across the city. That was what had killed the original owner of this body. But what stunned him the most was the woman’s behavior, as if she were some sort of… undead, something only found in his world in a place filled with too much negative Yin energies.