A man walked out of the fire slowly, blood kept flowing from his wound. He covered his wound with his hand while his another hand is busy dragging a half burnt body.

"We're almost...there" the man muttered. This man right here is Carl McJerkins. He forced himself to drag the body with him into the deep forest behind the mansion.

He stopped in front of an old hut, hidden by the leaves. "Guess...this is the farthest i can...go"

Carl heaved the body and threw it inside the hut. He took out a needle from his burnt coat abd stabbed it on the body's arm. One on the top, another right on their artery.

He found his vision failing and blurring. Carl noticed that he lost alot of blood already. Carl didn't want to lay his corpse in front of the young boss so he, with all of his strength, walked away from the hut and stopped beside a tree.

A bit further from the hut too. Carl panted, he slid his back on the tree. Leaving trails of blood on them.

"....how could he..." Carl muttered. He closed his eyes and continued panting.

He felt cold. Very cold. It's strange and he felt dizzy, but he treated it like an ordinary concussion.

Carl managed to drape a bloody arm across his closing eyes and sighed for the last time.

A few seconds passed by and his arm fell over to his lap. And that's when the sunlight hit the man for the last time.

He's glad he could feel the warmth. He died, but with regrets. Carl wanted his next life to be free of regret and worth living.

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Layla couldn't hold her gasp from coming out. Her face is pale and her eyes widened.

"No, no, no! Why did you come back ? Why ? Why ?" She asked over and over again.

"Are you here to take Lily ? Please ! You took my husband years ago already ! Don't take my Lily away from me !" Layla screamed. She backed away from the man in front of her.

The man wore a simple lab coat with a black shirt and pants. He pointed his gun at Layla and smiled dangerously.

"I didn't take her, instead i'll take my daughter" he said. He threatened to pull the trigger while Layla backed away until she hit the wall.

"No...please ! No, no, no ! She can't live without her mother ! She's too young !" Layla pleaded. Tears streaming down her face.

"Meh. She'll have me, her grandpa" The man scoffed. He pulled the trigger without hesitating, instantly piercing Layla's skull.

Layla's body slid down the wall, blood painting the white wall red.

The man sighed. He ran a hand through his brown locks. "I need alcohol"

He turned around and walked away with the purpose of finding his granddaughter, Lily.

He waved at Layla's corpse lazily as if killing his daughter changed nothing.

"Ah, well. I already destroyed her husband, might as well destroy her family. A job left undone is the most troublesome thing after all..."

Is what he said when Harley called him and asked him the reason for killing Layla so heartlessly.

"Your name contradicts your bloody behaviour" Harley commented.

"is it ? But i like to think it means bloody. Search it up in Boogle, boss"

"Cheeky brat"

"I'm older than you so shut the fuck up"

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Zack opened his eyes to find that he's in fact, in a hut. He remembered explosion and then....pain.

It hurts all over and he felt his world falling apart. He saw Visty in his room as well but the other got thrown away so far he...he...

"Visty !"

Zack stood up with no problem whatsoever. He ran out of the hut before stopping mid way.

Zack sniffed the air. He catched a faint smell of blood and turned wary. Zack eyed his surroundings with sharp eyes.

He found himself following the smell and stumbled upon....Dr. Carl. His former Right Hand Man, his body leaning against a tree.

His face so pale Zack felt dizzy. Which made those blood on him stood out. "No..." Zack fell to his knees. He reached out his hand for Carl's and found it cold.

"No..."

Zack's eyes darkened. His head replayed all of the memories he had with Carl good or bad, it doesn't matter. Carl was like a dad to him and he treasured the man very much.

To see his body so peacefully leaning against the tree makes his heart clench. Carl didn't smile even in his death. He didn't found peace because had regrets.

To see Carl's real smile was a rarity. His wish was to have the first and last real laugh of his life before dying.

Zack found his vision blurred by the overwhelming amount of tears coming out of his eyes.

He went to hug the body while muttering Carl's name and ended it by calling the other, Dad.

"I'll bury you properly, Dad. If there's no shovel, i'll dig the hole for you. I pray that you'll find peace in the...afterlife...."

Zack pulled back as he determinedly dig a hole for Carl with his bare hands. He should've been injured but somehow he knew that Carl was the reason for his fast recovery.

After he finished digging a fitting hole for Carl, he gently placed the body inside and buried it back.

Zack grabbed a branch from the tree and tore one of his sleeves down. He tied the white cloth on the branch. Zack embedded the branch with his cloth in it on the ground.

The wind passed by him gently, as if joining him in his prayers. Zack clasped his hand together and closed his eyes.

'I might not believe in God but i pray that he rest in peace'

After he finished praying, Zack stood up and declared his intentions loudly.

Zack panted after doing that. His mind went back to Visty. He wanted to check the mansion but guessed that their enemy family's members are still there, observing for any surviving member. Might be looking for him too.

He knew Visty is strong, after all he's trained by Carl himself. But he doubted Visty can survive that blast and fall.

After all he saw with his own two eyes, Visty was thrown away from his office.

Zack clenched his fists tightly. In his mind, he knew something large is missing but don't know what it is. He's supposed to be dead last night, so he'll be starting anew.

He just didn't know how to start, maybe as a street rat ? Or...access the Leviathan bank account and take as much money he needed ?

"Do you need help?"

Zack flinched, he turned to his right and found a man around his age standing there.

The man wore a monocle and black suit. What Zack find it weird is his fancy moustache. Ah, he shouldn't question it so he kept quiet.

"So you're thinking my moustache is weird but fancy ? Hmm...i like you ! And yes, you shouldn't question it smart boy!" The man laughed heartily.

"Who are you?" Zack asked, his tone dangerous. He eyed the other warily. Zack's stance turned into an offensive one.

The man however, didn't budge an inch. He merely smiled proudly, "I am a Guardian Angel !"

Zack raised an eyebrow. He waited the man to continue because it seems that the other stopped introducing himself for suspense. Also, Guardian Angel ? Zack sighed.

"Call me..."

The man's smile turned into a devilish smirk. He offered his hand to Zack and bowed. "System Vengeance"

Two white wings sprouted out of his back as System Vengeance straightened out his pose.

In an instant, he's just a few meter away from Zack. His hand still offered to Zack. "I'll help you in your path to avenge your family. It'll make it smoother and more successful. After all, with revenge, humans can do anything. Driven with strong emotions and coupled with an ambitious goal, i'm sure you can avenge your family in no time"

"Take my hand and join me in my crusade of counterattack, Zack"

System Vengeance stared at Zack with his violet eyes. However, a hint of yellow can be seen in the middle as his pupil.

Zack found it weird, but hearing the word revenge, the memories of his mansion burning, Visty's supposed death and Carl's corpse made his heart burn with desire.

An ugly desire he never thought will rise and occupy his entire mind.

Zack raised his hand reluctantly at first before accepting System Vengeance's hand.

"From now on you are my host and i shall do my best in assisting you. According to the rules here, i could only make a contract with someone who is dead but..."

From their joined hands, a red mist poured out. Engulfing the both of them in it. Instantly, their world is dyed in red.

"It seems you are dead, huh ? Once again, according to the rules, i will give you tasks and you'll get points once you've finished them. Using that points you've earned, you can buy useful things for your revenge in the Shop i have. You can even buy a bazooka, a nuclear bomb. State the name and you'll have it"

System Vengeance's smirk vanished, his face stoic.

"T-task ?!" Zack asked, his eyes widening.

"Yes. It's easy tasks of course. Because...hm..my higher ups decided that this is necessary. They rarely do this but...eh...what do i know"

Zack sweatdropped. "Can i ask a question?" Zack asked. System Vengeance eyed the other. Truthfully, he wanted to reply him with something he claimed funny but he didn't want to drag things out so he replied with a , "Yes?"

"Why is your name System Vengeance ?"

System Vengeance raised an eyebrow. "Because i'm in charge of revenge. What else ?"

Zack flinched. "N-nothing. It's weird that's all. Then, what should i call you?"

System Vengeance stroked his moustache with his free hand before answering. "System is fine"

"System it is"

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I'm in a roll today as well !! Yahoo! Also the cover changed ye lol

Steruza Harley there, not my drawing though.

And...SYSTEM VENGEANCE ?!!!

DUNDUNDUNNN

MORE THAN ONE SYSTEM ?

A GUARDIAN ANGEL ?

WHAT IS DISSSS