22 I Killed My Father (1/2)

Pain changes everything, and trauma does too. I was a weak child, and I was afraid of everything.

And I smile because of stupid things. And I was disgusted with blood.

I was just a skinny person who can't face anyone, but right now,

I've changed.

I'm willing to face the world smiling. I killed demons with a calm spirit and a cold heart. I'm the worst nightmare that could come into someone's life.

All because of the pain I've seen in my life.

Years later, in the underworld, after becoming king of the most famous gang, No one gets in my way anymore. No one's challenging me anymore. Everyone's afraid to say my name. Or talk to me. There was terror in the heart of everyone around me.

I was the angel of death. And the maker of darkness.

And every day I get dirtier than the day before. Kill for my pleasure. Dark for my comfort. I raped for my pleasure. And I plunder and do everything for my pleasure.

I love the ocean. I love it at night.

I go down to the bottom. To swim in the light of the sky.

I remember I was at the bottom of the ocean dancing in the water. On the hideous Moonlight lights. And in my hands is someone's head, and that head is not in good shape, there's a big dagger in it.

It's the head of someone I hated, so I decided to let the sharks eat his dirty, rotten head.

This head with the dirtiest and worst head in humanity. The fish must eat her until she learns to kill her children mercilessly. I think because of that fucking head, and all the Sharks are going to die out.

I didn't go to him. He came to me. I don't know how he knew what I looked like, how he knew I was his son.

But when I saw him, I knew him at first sight.

He's my father.

He said he wanted some money, and he misses me and wants to live with me.

I didn't talk. I just smiled.

Because I remembered how he used to torture me when I was a little kid.

He's not a giant anymore.

He's a short older man with a big belly like he's pregnant. He's got a fucking tongue. I feel like he's a bum.

So I couldn't bear to look at him, and I closed my eyes with disgust, and I held my dagger, and I put it in his head, and the knife penetrated his skull.

About the skulls.

Now, the Tiger that was passing through the front, his skull was utterly crushed by a body of darkness. From the bodies behind me.

I looked at that body, and I just thought I'd give him an order to attack that Tiger

He had gone and smashed the Tiger's skull with a single blow.

Now I understand how this works.

”Status”

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Name: Gray.

Level 30.

Health: 100/100

Strength 35 + Intelligence 60 + Endurance 28 +

Luck: 43 + Appearance: 20 + Magic: 30 +

You have 32 more points.

............

I thought a little.

Then I decided what I was going to raise.

...............

Strength 42, Intelligence 65, Strength 30.

Luck 50, Appearance 25, Magic 35.

...............

And I activated some powerful new abilities and skills.

Starting with my soldiers, pull each other out, leave each other, and have them kill a lot of white tigers.

I found out they didn't die, no matter what, if I cut off the head, he'd hold it in his hand and put it back on.

And his limbs are regenerating. They're an immortal Army.

And then another month later,

I think I've gone too far now.

But what do I do? That's my fucking personality.

Standing in front of me. One hundred wolves of the night.

I'm at the Wolf House.

But what's Strange is that I don't feel fear. My body is rising from ecstasy.

Is it because I have 35 bodies behind me, all of them level 40?

Or is it because there are ten strong Wolves next to me?