[Throw your body backward when I give the signal.]
'What?' I responded, confused by the message. A moment later, a loud voice in my ear nearly deafened me.
[Now!]
Instinctively, I obeyed the voice, which coincided with the sound of a gunshot fired by one of Bash's henchmen. The bullet, missing its intended target, struck the leg of another of Bash's lackeys, causing him to cry out in pain and collapse.
"Damn it!" shouted the shooter.
"Hey, you're such an idiot!" Bash protested. "Do your job correctly, or you'll replace him as the fish's meal!"
"Y-yes, boss!"
[Kick!] the voice commanded again, and this time, I fully trusted it. With all my strength, I kicked the leg of the man holding the pistol from the side. There was a cracking sound as his knee joint buckled, followed by a cry of pain. Without wasting any time, I relied solely on my instincts and punched him in the side of the face, rendering him helpless.
Seeing that both of his henchmen were now incapacitated, and with a sharp, followed by a vengeful gleam in my eye, Bash grinning wide in his seat, showing no signs of fear in his gaze. Arrogantly, he shoved Lyra roughly, causing her to fall from his lap. Lyra groaned as her head hit the floor but dared not protest.
"What are you doing? Face him!" Bash ordered Lyan and Terry, his two sycophantic lackeys who were as loyal as guard dogs.
Lyan and Terry advanced, following Bash's command. Something was different about the two of them; they were no longer the weak men Danzel had known. With great speed and precision, they launched simultaneous strikes at Danzel, overwhelming him.
'What should I do?' I asked for advice.
[Wait for my signal.]
[Duck!]
He shouted just in time as Terry and Lyan swung their fists from both sides, but because I dodged, their fists collided.
"Shit!" they cursed in unison.
Unfortunately, my hunched and unfavorable position quickly exploited by them. They both then kicked towards me with full force!
With my arms crossed, I shielded the front of my body. As the kicks came, I felt excruciating pain in both of my arms, probably indicating that both of my bones were cracked.
My body pushed a far, hitting the exit door and causing it to burst open. I sprawled on their porch.
[Now, escape immediately through the waterway!]
'Huh?'
[Now!]
'No! How long do you think I've been waiting for this moment?'
[If you face them now, you're definitely dead. For now, go. They're not opponents you can handle alone.]
I hesitated for a moment, but when I witnessed the unnatural change in Lyan and Terry's figures, I followed, running towards the moored boat and driving it in the direction of the water current.
"Hahaha! Run as far as you can, Harrington! Let's see how far you can escape from me!" Bash's laughter echoed, utterly disgusting. I gritted my teeth, suppressing the surging and unchanneled anger.
***
After reaching a place I deemed safe enough, which is my family's grave at Crescent Cemetery, I inquired of the system within my mind.
'What are you?'
[I am an entity that assists people in seeking revenge for injustices.]
'Is there any catch?'
[No]
'Oh, come on. Nothing is free in this world.'
[If that's what you want. The only thing we ask for in return is that the host is willing to help others as well.]
'Is that all?'
[Yes]
'Alright, that sounds easy enough. But how do I know if you're legit?'
[Facts about the disparity between the host and Merrick Corp.]
[1. Merrick Corp is a massive and hard-to-reach company.]
[2. Host is poor.]
[3. Host lacks sufficient resources and connections.]
[4. Host is weak.]
'Hey... I've been working out.' I said while flexing to show off my big and bulging muscles. But given my current situation, escaping from Lyan and Terry, I admitted.
[5. Host lacks any special skills.]
I rolled my eyes. The facts presented by this strange technology are still superficial. Anyone can see those weaknesses, which seem impossible to overcome, let alone to approach Merrick, let alone dream of wiping them out along with their sprawling business empire.
'So, what difference can you offer to cover up my weaknesses?'
[Money and Connections]
'Hmm... Interesting. How can you provide that? You can't just give me money for free, can you? What effort do I need to put in for my reward to outmatch Merrick Corp?'
[Mission: Help an old man walk his dog]
'Cih. Are you kidding? Do you think I'm a boy scout?'
[Reward: $1,000]
'Ah, come on! You can't possibly offer that much for such a small task!'
The system screen didn't respond to me, only showing a blinking "Accept" button, waiting for me to press it.
'Ah, what's the harm.' I shrugged and pressed the accept button on the screen. After that, information about the old man I had to help appeared on the screen.
[Josh Burrow. 75 years old. Address at Sunstreet 15. Chronic arthritis. Work history: Former Head Engineer at Merrick Chemical]
'Hmm... Interesting...' I mused after seeing the information provided by the strange technology in my mind. The screen then disappeared from my view. I blinked and tapped the sides of my head, hoping the screen would reappear.'Hah, am I hallucinating? Where did that strange technology go?' Just as I thought that, a voice sounded inside my head.[Mission time duration: 5 hours. Complete the mission within that timeframe to get the reward]'Alright, there's no harm in trying. Even though it's completely beyond reason. I didn't know technology has advanced so rapidly.'I then stood up from my kneeling position, gazing at the three tombstones with the names of my loved ones. I promised to avenge them. I will never rest until Bash Merrick and his family are no longer alive in this world."Sis, I will make sure that bastard gets a revenge far more painful than what he did to you. Mom, Dad... For you, I will send the heads of Tom and Margaret Merrick, the two people who disgraced our family so lowly. Pray for me to succeed, Sis , Mom, Dad. I know you can't rest peacefully until your revenge is paid. Because I'm the same."With determined steps, I left Crescent Cemetery, the public cemetery in this city with the crescent moon logo.On foot, I searched for the address of old Mr. Burrow, which was an old house with leaning wooden walls, its paint faded with time, and its yard filled with wild plants, making it look like an uninhabited house.The rusty iron gate swung open on one side as I pushed it. The sound of the old iron was loud as I opened it."WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!" The barking of two dogs greeted me as Mr. Burrow, the old man in a wheelchair, forced open the wire door of his house and pointed a gun at me as I stood at the entrance. I raised my hands."Who are you! Get out of here!" The old man was just as fierce as his two large Doberman dogs.'Damn! No wonder the payment is so high. Those dogs are almost as tall as my waist!' I cursed inwardly but determined to get the tempting reward, I wouldn't give up easily."Wait, I heard you need help to take your dogs for a walk?""Where did you hear that from?!"'What should I say? Hey, system, give me a clue.'[Say you heard it from Mrs. Han at the town hall]"I heard it from Mrs. Han at the town hall.""Hmph! How do I know you won't steal my dogs?""I can take you as well. You will hold the leash, and I will push your wheelchair. How about that? We can also go to the supermarket if you want.""Are you okay with the payment? I don't have more money than that."Hmm, I don't know how much that old man offered, but it couldn't be more than what the system promised. Better to play it safe. "Yes, I don't mind. Right now, I need all the money I can get."Mr. Burrow looked skeptical, but after a moment, he lowered his gun and said, "Okay, wait for me to get ready.""WOOF WOOF!!" The two Dobermans continued to bark."Quiet!" Mr. Burrow commanded, and the two dogs immediately fell silent, obeying their owner's order. "Good boy..." Mr. Burrow praised them as he petted their heads before continuing inside the house.Remind me not to mess with Mr. Burrow. I still want to live long.The day went by without drama, although Mr. Burrow didn't talk much, and we mostly walked in silence. I managed to complete the mission earlier than requested. Mr. Burrow gave me $30 in cash, which I accepted without protest.As I was about to leave Mr. Burrow's, he said something that made me freeze in place."Did the information you receive was that both of your parents died by suicide?"My eyes widened at his sudden words. Who is this old man to bring up such a sensitive topic? I turned back to face him, this time no longer putting on a friendly appearance. My fists were ready to punch his jaw, regardless of his disability."Save your anger for Merrick. It is to them that your rage should be directed," he said calmly."Tell me what you know," I commanded, my tone icy.The old man stared back at me, with the same cold stare and a smirk on his lips."So, do you have a personal grudge against Tom Merrick?" "Tom Merrick or Merrick Corp, whatever it is. Because what is Tom if not for Merrick Corp, right?" I nodded. Alright, if that's the case, then we have a common adversary. The enemy of your enemy is your friend, that's the proverb I know. "What do you know about their treatment of my parents?" "I don't know the details, but the way he treats his opponents is very consistent. Let me show you something." Mr. Burrow now led me to his office, which appeared even more cluttered than the other rooms. Piles of leftover food wrappers were stacked, emitting an unpleasant odor. The scent of nicotine was heavy, casting a yellowish hue across the room. The shotgun he had earlier rested on a long table behind his desk. Then he pulled out a file from the drawer, a thick file. He tossed the stack of files onto the table, creating a resounding thud. Then, enthusiastically, he spread out some of his own investigative findings that he had co
[These documents will be useful for your future purposes.] The system provided a suggestion without me asking after my frustration subsided. "Sir, may I take all these documents with me?" "Of course, take them with you. Perhaps all this information will be more useful if you have it." Mr. Burrow's gaze now drifted far out of his window, observing the procession of clouds in the sky that was about to bring rain. I knew that wasn't what caught his attention, as his pupils lacked vitality. However, since it was our first meeting, I didn't find Mr. Burrow's behavior strange. Instead, I thanked him for allowing me to carry such crucial information. I was certain he had gathered all of this with great effort. "I'll be leaving now, Sir. Is there anything else you need from me?" Mr. Burrow shook his head and gestured for me to leave the room. Without being prompted, I lightly patted his shoulder. "I will avenge them, Sir. I will make them fall into a pit of mud and not give them a cha
"Let her handle your luggage, Mr. Rupert," Mr. Rocky instructed Anne to take my belongings, but I declined. "I'm sorry, I prefer to carry it myself," I politely refused, as the documents I carried were very valuable. "Very well then, we welcome you, and we're pleased you've chosen our inn. We'll provide the best service possible. Allow me to assist you with the check-in process," Anne gestured gracefully, inviting me to the counter displaying “information and receptionist” inside. Anne sat in front of her computer, her fingers agilely pressing the keyboard. The summer season had made the air warmer; I noticed the fan at the counter was broken, with screws and bolts scattered to the side. Sweat trickled down Anne's forehead, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Perhaps unable to bear the heat, she then gathered her long wavy hair atop her head, revealing her slender and graceful neck. The image of my fingers slipping down that neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss, i
"Here," Dr. Bertha pointed to a newspaper clipping that reported a house fire in the city center, which happened 11 years ago.Memories of that event were triggered; at that time, I was still a freshman at Merrick High School. I lost a classmate, Jeanette. The second prettiest girl in my class after Lyra. She and Lyra were close friends, a pair of beautiful women who attracted attention wherever they went. Jeanette's tragic death brought me closer to Lyra, and we eventually started dating. Because I was there for her during the times of her depression over losing Jean."Jeanette was your daughter? I'm sorry for your loss, doctor. But what does this have to do with Merrick?""Do you know what she said the day before our house burned down? She was harassed by Bash and his lackeys. In the riverside cabin, just like your sister Helen... I went to their house to threaten them, telling them that if Bash wasn't imprisoned, I would expose the illegal organ trade that their hospital was involv
[Of course not, silly.] I observed Anne, who remained motionless as the system responded to my question. "So, it's not her." [Don't get your hope up, then you won't be disappointed.] "Haha," I chuckled, leaving them both looking at me with surprise. "Oh, hello Anne," I replied hesitantly to Anne's greeting. "We witnessed how you escaped from their riverside cabin, Mr. Harrington." "Please, call me Danzel. I couldn't do much when facing Terry and Lyan simultaneously. They turned out to be incredibly strong." "Yes, Danzel. We're not making fun of you. It was the most rational decision you could have made if you wanted to survive. We're thankful you made it back safely. Right now, we need a little help from someone we can rely on." Anne responded with her wide-eyed gaze directed at me. I smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. In the midst of my crumbling world, her smile felt like a glimmer of hope. "Did you know that Tom is running for mayor? This is a project he plans to
"Even though, if they indeed had footage, they would know I was far away when that happened!""We know. This is just their tactic to defame you, Danzel. 'One stone, two birds,' as they say."I clenched my fists in anger. These people couldn't be underestimated! "Actually, I already have a plan."Anne and Dr. Bertha's attention was now fully on me. In the dimly lit, cramped room, I outlined my plan, a plan that had actually been formulated by the system in my head.***"Are you sure?" Dr. Bertha interjected, "But how is it possible? You don't have the capacity for that."He hesitated after I explained the procedure for a complete face-lift to change my identity entirely. The only person who could perform this was Dr. Bertha himself, known as the 'miracle worker.' Ironically, he didn't entrust anyone to touch his own messed-up face. For him, the only one who could do it properly was himself, and it would damage his pride if someone else did it and the result didn't meet his expectations
"Who's this clown?" Margaret Merrick asked with a condescending tone, her face stiff and unable to express any emotion due to the extensive plastic surgery she has undergone. One of her minions stepped forward and handed her, her husband and child each touch-screen tablets containing information about me, all of which I suspected had been meticulously detailed by the system, leaving no room for errors. "Based on this information, your reputation is quite remarkable. Strangely, why am I only now learning about you? It's as if you were created out of thin air," Tom Merrick questioned this time, an old man with the soul of a devil. His face wasn't much different from his wife's, leaving me wondering about the fate of the plastic surgeon who had worked on them – were they still alive, or had they vanished? Their work was a joke. "Because I chose to be so. Of course, I had to be careful, especially when it concerns all of you. Look at what happened to these people, all ending the same w
"Why does your face look wrinkled?" Lyan inquired. He was a tall, brown-skinned man of mixed African and Caucasian heritage, his head always clean-shaven. But the difference now was that he had a thin beard and mustache, adding to the allure of his features. "Yeah, has someone been bothering you?" Terry added. They were gathered in the cabin shortly after Bash's call. Regardless of the situation, when Bash asked, they had no right to refuse. After all, their parents and they themselves worked under the Merrick family. "Some guy showed up earlier and threatened to overthrow the company. His attitude was incredibly annoying." "Why should you worry? Merrick Corp can't be shaken by such a minor threat, right?" "That's what I told Tom! But that old man threatened to take back the 20% share that the brat took from FnB and Merrick Entertainment! That's why I'm annoyed." Hearing this, Terry and Lyan were taken aback. Both of them worked in those departments. It was their playground, whe
"Nobody move unless you want this bullet to pierce through this old man's skull!" Gatsby ordered, aiming the barrel of his pistol at the president's temple. The head of state instructed his men to comply with Gatsby's command."The four of you, follow me," Gatsby pointed at me, Elliot, Helen, and Kellan.Gatsby entered the City Hall and proceeded upstairs to Elliot's office, dragging the defenseless president along. Elliot grinned with satisfaction at the chaos caused by Gatsby. He knew he had been branded as a terrorist, especially since the one he was holding hostage was the president.He wouldn't live long after this, but he didn't want to fall alone. There had to be someone dragged along with him, someone responsible for his downfall, something he had fought for for years.That someone was Rupert, aka Danzel, and Helen Harrington, the siblings.Upon arriving at Elliot's room, Gatsby forced the president to sit in Elliot's desk chair, while Elliot gestured for me, Helen, and Kellan
Elliot never received any news about Alex's attack on Dustown Prison, nor did he want to inquire. His attention was occupied by the preparations for the President's visit, just a day away.As long as he didn't receive any notice from his aides regarding Dustown Prison, he would assume everything was fine. If there were even a hint of news about Dustown Prison, he'd be sure to know. But since Alex's request back then, there hadn't been any further requests. The atmosphere was completely calm without any issues. Elliot figured Alex might have backed off from attacking Dustown Prison knowing he was preoccupied with many matters."Kellan, have you found out who that mysterious donor is?" Elliot asked his secretary, having replaced his previous one because Sonia didn't approve.Kellan, his current secretary, shook his head. "No, Sir. He's truly mysterious. What should we do? He specifically requested to sit next to you. Should we still accommodate that request? Especially now that there's
Elliot's eyes widened as he discovered Rupert's hiding place. He chuckled dismissively, 'No wonder the police never found him all this time,' he thought. Then he recalled Erwin's presence, the young man who remained closed off and impenetrable to him. The only employee under his command whom he couldn't control. Yet, due to his good performance, he couldn't just dismiss him. 'Besides, he's not in a critical sector,' he reasoned, choosing to overlook Erwin, but his judgment back then was wrong. Unbeknownst to him, Erwin had been forging alliances there, a fact that escaped his notice. *** "[Elliot has discovered your connection with Erwin; he and Alex plan to attack Dustown Prison tonight,]" reported the system. "Anne is still in critical condition. Do something to prevent them from coming here tonight," I pleaded with the system. The doctors finished observing Anne, and she was moved to a treatment room, almost her entire body wrapped in bandages. The doctor also mentioned the res
Erwin drove us straight to Dustown Prison. Anne was still unconscious, and I supported her head in the back seat. Her condition was truly alarming, I couldn't bear to hold her body, afraid she'd feel more pain. Erwin called Ralph and ordered him to prepare competent doctors at the prison. Every second felt like a crossroads for me, constantly monitoring Anne's chest to ensure she was still breathing. I held my breath with every long inhale she took, trying to manage her pain. "Hurry, Er!" I urged Erwin. "Quiet! Don't command me!" Erwin snapped. I knew he was trying to navigate through the traffic in the Dustown city center; for this one, the system couldn't help because the streets were crowded with people, not because of traffic. Erwin repeatedly honked his horn to clear the pedestrians from the road. Several times, he had to brake suddenly as they crossed unexpectedly, truly testing his patience. After being stuck in the traffic jam for a long 30 minutes, our car finally gained s
About fifty people gathered in front of Jackie's Bar, arriving individually with their preferred modes of transportation from various corners of the city—some on motorcycles, skateboards, scooters, bicycles, cars, or by foot.There was no communication among them; they simply glanced at each other to determine if they shared the same purpose, exchanging a code by raising their left palm upwards, a symbol representing their Dandelion Organization, signifying a dandelion stem always seeking the sun.Without the need for lengthy discussions, they collectively entered Jackie's bar. Two formidable guards who had stood at the front door couldn't stop them and were pushed inside.A ceasefire ensued inside between the Dandelion Operation faction and Jackie's henchmen. Witnessing the chaos, Jackie stealthily retreated through the back door, leaving it all to his men. He valued his life too much.He cursed under his breath before calling someone, "You convinced me that he works alone! You said
Hearing the information from the system, I immediately headed to Jackie's place. Night was falling, the streets were getting crowded, and the city was brightened by decorative lights along the roads. Visitors from out of town, eager to witness the carnival in Dustown, flooded the pubs, hotels, and eateries.The city seemed to come alive again with stalls and food trucks lining the streets, creating long queues. It overwhelmed me to drive quickly through the chaos. While people were enjoying themselves, I was lost in thoughts about Anne's fate.*Honk* *Honk*My horn sounded at the drivers who parked recklessly along the street. I was truly impatient, especially with the drunken revelers who were barely conscious as night approached.I almost collided with a group of teenagers crossing the road without looking. I honked loudly, causing them to bang and hit the hood of my car. But I had no time to deal with them.Luckily, after passing the town square, the crowd lessened. I accelerated,
"I paced back and forth in Erwin's office, anxious as I hadn't received any recent updates about Anne. Not from Erwin's informants, nor from the system or Helen. I disliked this feeling, my intuition restless, sensing that Anne wasn't okay.Erwin, engrossed in his book, glanced at me from the corner of his eye, growing irritated as I disrupted his concentration."Tsk! Take one more step, and I'll kick you out," Erwin declared, unable to contain his frustration. His book remained untouched, the pages unturned due to my actions."Do you really have no information?" I asked again, wearing a pleading expression as I approached him."No, if I had any, you'd be the first to know. Now, get out of my space, or I'll have to force you out," Erwin commanded firmly. He was actually waiting for information that hadn't arrived yet. However, he masked it by focusing on more productive matters, unlike me.Right after that, Ralph arrived, carrying a vial bottle filled with thick white liquid. He was s
Alex was furious, howling like a possessed person, ordering his men to search once again, this time more meticulously. Meanwhile, he returned to the room to interrogate Camilla.The woman was far too relaxed about Anne's disappearance, even seeming pleased. Camilla must know something! That's what Alex thought. This time, he was determined to interrogate Camilla until she spoke. He wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she didn't talk."You!" Alex barked, striding quickly across the room toward the startled Camilla, who was taken aback by Alex's sudden rage. She dropped the magazine she was reading and stood up. Alex approached her and immediately grabbed Camilla by the throat, her eyes bulging from the intense pressure on her neck."Tell me where Anne is! I'm not joking around. Your death is in my hands right now," threatened Alex, his eyes bloodshot, his hand muscles bulging as he tightened his grip around Camilla's throat.Camilla knew her chance to play around had ended. She also figur
“You’re delusional. I don't want anything,” answered Camilla, her lips curved into a sweet smile for Anne. Of course, Anne didn't immediately believe her, convincing herself to remain cautious around Camilla.Throughout her life, Camilla had always treated her badly, harboring negative thoughts about her. Initially, Anne had always wanted to understand the reasons behind Camilla's behavior, until she realized it was futile—Camilla's judgment of her was already formed, no matter how hard she tried to show kindness. Camilla remained steadfast and eventually deemed Anne as a mere attention-seeker.Since then, Anne realized she didn't need to waste energy on people who hated her because they would continue to do so. She had to focus on those who loved her, not many in number but sufficient for her.Thinking about it made her heart ache once again; now those people were gone, Pops and Dr. Bertha, whom she considered as her own father figures. Meha, who had been like the elder sister she ne