2024-09-21 00:14:15Thenma stood in the doorway of Adeline’s new apartment, watching as she sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
After earned his first fantastic amount from registration reward, the first thing Thenma wanted to do with the money was to provide his sister a better life. He paid Adeline's top medical service to her physically and mentally's health, and bought a luxury apartment for their new living. Normally, Adeline would asked hundred times to make sure where did Thenma got such a money, but she kept her mouth shut like she didn't care, or she just didn't concerned about that because her head was full of something else. The apartment was modern and clean, with large windows letting in natural light, but the brightness didn’t reach her. Her once vibrant energy was gone, and she seemed like a shadow of the girl she used to be. "Adeline," Thenma said softly, trying to put on a smile. "Look at this place. It’s beautiful, right? You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. We’ve got this new start." Adeline didn’t respond. She barely even looked at him, her gaze distant. "How about we go out today? Get some fresh air? I’ll take you to your favorite café," he added, forcing cheerfulness into his voice. "Or should we go shopping? You can buy anything you want, no need to worry about the money." Adeline shook her head slightly. "I’m… I’m fine here." Thenma’s heart sank. He could feel the heavy weight of guilt pressing down on him. He tried to keep a positive front for her, to charge her up with energy he barely had himself, but nothing seemed to reach her. They had switched roles—he was trying to be the bright, lively one now, while she was drowning in darkness. But under the surface, Thenma’s mind was on one thing: revenge. With his new system that helped him to planning perfect revenge, he got new knowledge and new power to move. Even he had a big desire to slammed Evan's door and just get rid of him right away, the system taught him that he couldn't use his desire only but he needed a way; a tactic. So, while he built his strength with daily tasks from the system, Thenma planned a way to start his revenge, with his system's guide. [Club Overview: - Name: Verona Lounge - Location: Heart of Boston’s affluent district - Owner: Dominic Verelli (62) show more about Dominic Verelli... - Manager: Silas Renoir (45) show more about Silas Renoir... - Clientele: show more about Verona Lounge's top clientele] "This is horrible," said Thenma on his way, inside his new shiny sport car. When the night came, Thenma drove himself to the club; the cursed place when the tragedy occured. The system system told Thenma what to do to revenge Evan and the club was the first place it was told for Thenma to came and complete his first revenge mission. The system also gave Thenma the information that hidden deeply inside the club's big building; Thenma could bet that not everyone knew about this information, including the police. Or they probably knew but they shut their mouth up with money, that might be true since the system told Thenma about their Corrupt Police Ties information. Thenma heard the system telling him about the club's corruption and almost in disbelief. "There's so many chaos in there," he said, "I thought the club used to be a party place, but that club was above than any normal club." [Some night club were made for party and joyful place, but some of them also hid so many corrupts for some people's interest] "Knowing about those things only makes me hate the place more. I swear to God that they'll pay if they don't want to ease my way." "Anyway, you know about everything, right? How could you know about this information? I'm sure that the club's head was hiding this information deep, far from the world. Did you eavesdrop on the conversation of some people who know about these secrets?” [The system can't get the information if it's not written digitally in some another system] [I don't know everything, but I can hack into every system that exists in this world and steal the information inside them] "That's cool," said Thenma, "I'm glad that you choose me, Reve." [Reve...?] "Oh, that's your name from me. You said that your name is The Greatest Revenger, so I call you Reve. What about that?" Thenma laughed awkwardly, but the system gave him a response. [That's cool, Revenger. Thank you] Thenma changed his focus when he arrived to the club. Just like it was usually; crowded, lively and noisy. The atmosphere has not changed, even though someone's life was destroyed in it. Thenma entered the club with a new confidence, his jaw set with determination. The system had guided him here, telling him the truth about the camera footage. This club wasn’t as untouchable as it pretended to be. Thenma headed to the manager's room; deep inside and far from the bustling voice of the club. Thenma ignored the two guards in front the door, facing the mid-forties man with cold, calculating eyes of him. "I want the camera footages of 24 February, now," said Thenma firmly. "You again?" Silas Renoir, closed his book to look at Thenma's face. "I'm sorry but I don't have any reason to obey you, young loser man. Get lost before I call more security." Thenma ignored the sneer and stepped forward, his voice calm. "I wish you to be nice and cooperate with me, corrupt man." "What did you just call me?" "Listen, I don't have long patience to talk. I want you to know that I know this place's secrets, all of that. So, do what I say or I swear you'll lost your job this night." Silas just laughed, disdaining Thenma's threat. "You don't have any good idea to get what you want so you use that cheap fucking threat to me? That'll not work, scum. Get out!" "Do I?" Thenma put his hands on the table, looking sharply at Sila's disdaining eyes when he said, "should I tell everybody about what Sebastian Delacroix did in this place?" And when Silas heard that, his cocky face turned pale. "What about Tobias Granger? Or should I remind you who Julian Corbin's family is?" "How did you know about them?" *** Thenma stood before the towering iron gates of Evan's lavish mansion, the cold wind biting at his face as he stared up at the sprawling estate. His hands clenched at his sides, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on him. The sleek sports car he'd driven here sat behind him, its engine still cooling as he gathered himself. His mind raced with memories of that night—the night everything changed for him and Adeline. The pain, the humiliation, the screams of his sister. And now, here he was, standing on the precipice of revenge, his new strength and the system’s knowledge at his fingertips. The guards at the gate stood ready to turn him away. One stepped forward, his expression stern. "Sir, you can't be here without an invitation." Thenma didn’t flinch. He wasn’t the same scared, broken boy they once knew. His eyes locked with the guard's, unyielding and fierce. "I'm here to see Evan Clauster." The guard furrowed his brow, unimpressed. "Mr. Clauster is attending an event with his father tonight. You'll have to leave." Thenma took a step forward, his voice low and filled with an underlying threat. "I’m not leaving until I speak with him." The guards exchanged looks. "You’ll have to leave now, sir," the second one said, reaching for his earpiece to call in backup. But Thenma’s patience was long gone. Without warning, he shoved past the guards, ignoring their protests and the rising commotion. He felt the system's presence, guiding him as he maneuvered through the opulent grounds. "Reve, keep an eye out for more guards," Thenma muttered under his breath as he crossed the yard. The system, "Reve," hummed in response, confirming it would alert him to any potential threats. [Alert: Four additional guards on the north side of the mansion. Proceed with caution.] "Got it," Thenma whispered back as he approached the front door. Instead of heading to the main entrance, he slipped around the side, taking a back route the system had mapped out for him. A few minutes later, he found himself inside Evan’s bedroom. The room was the epitome of luxury—silk sheets, designer furniture, a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. But Thenma’s focus wasn’t on the décor; it was on the person lounging on the bed. Penelope.
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Penelope was sprawled across the mattress like she owned the place, dressed in one of Evan’s shirts, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes flicked to Thenma as he entered, her expression momentarily startled before it shifted into her usual look of disdain. "Oh, I didn't see ya there," she drawled, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "What are you doing here, Thenma? Did you finally grow a spine, or are you here to get humiliated again?" Thenma stepped further into the room, his jaw tight. "I’m here for Evan. Where is he?" Penelope scoffed, sitting up slightly. "He’s not here, obviously. He’s out at some fancy party with his dad, like you know, he's not an ordinary person with ordinary daily things to do; wake up, survive, then sleep." Penelope still bragging about Evan, forgetting about the evil side of him. No wonder, since they were shared the same devil so they were a perfect match. "What’s the matter, Thenma? Did you really think you could come here and challenge
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