Broken System: Villain Edition

Chapter 1: Unique Class

"What? I'll die? But I just graduated from school and finally have freedom after studying like a madman! I can't die here! I won't!"

"My children are waiting for me back home... If I die here, what would happen to them?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! SWEET! WHATEVER THIS IS, IT'S BETTER THAN GETTING THROWN INTO PRISON! I'LL DEFINITELY GET THAT SYSTEM AND FREE MYSELF!"

"Woahhh!!! This is just like those video games I played! How cool!!!"

"God, please... Save us. Protect me and my family. Give me strength and courage to pass this trial."

"Arghhh no!!! Today's supposed to be my meeting with Mr. Chen!!! My business will go bankrupt at this point! I should finish this and come back immediately!"

Every thought collided in the endless white void. Students, parents, criminals, believers, businessmen. Fear, excitement, desperation, greed, faith, all tangled together. Heartbeats pounded so loudly it felt as if the walls themselves were vibrating. Every blink, every twitch of a finger, every breath could tip the balance between life and death.

Time stretched. An hour passed. Nothing happened.

The reason was simple. The first strike would make you the focus of everyone else. Kill someone innocent and all eyes would fall on you. Kill someone who had already killed and maybe you could survive longer. Morality was irrelevant. Logic was cruel. Survival required calculation.

So they waited. They observed. They measured. They breathed the same air as the people they might soon have to kill. Fear sharpened senses. Every glance could be fatal. Every twitch, a signal. Every tiny sound, a warning.

A prisoner broke the fragile silence with a heavy thud. A body collapsed onto the white floor. He had twisted her neck backward in one brutal motion. The crack echoed faintly and unnaturally in the vast room. Her eyes remained wide and frozen in terror. Blood from her seven orifices pooled slowly around her.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FINALLY!!! A WORLD WITHOUT A LAW!" he laughed maniacally.

He wore an orange jumpsuit, number 001. Single-digit numbers were reserved for prisoners who had committed massacres or multiple murders, prisoners destined for execution. His first strike screamed experience, it was too precise. He was the center of attention, the first one to strike and for a moment, silent spread.

No one dared move or rush to get revenge. They didn't know the girl, and morality had no meaning here.

Then, a tall, muscular man in a military uniform stepped forward. His presence dominated the room. "Ha... This is why you should kill criminals immediately instead of throwing them in prisons." he muttered calmly. "I thought I could finally be discharged from war, and now I'm here? How bothersome."

He reached for his waist and drew a gun.

Voices erupted.

"How is this FAIR???! A GUN???"

"Probably American."

One precise shot, and the prisoner collapsed. Blood spread across the white floor, stark against its cleanliness. The military man didn't move further. He walked to the wall and sat, back resting against it, gun in hand, watching silently. He radiated control. The unspoken message was clear. Try your luck if you dare.

Two corpses now lay in the room. Just like that, in just one room, two life already perished.

Elsewhere, chaos reigned. In the second room, prisoners and murderers tore each other apart without pause. Screams echoed endlessly. Blood stained the walls. One survivor, a prisoner, had killed almost everyone, body covered in others' blood, breathing ragged from exertion but there's a satisfied look on his face.

"hehehe~ system huh?" he muttered to himself, wiping some blood on his face.

In the last room, a normal office worker had been eating before the summoning. Fork still in hand, he lay among bodies, smeared in blood, controlling every breath, pretending to be lifeless. Every twitch, every shallow inhale was calculated. When the last remaining survivor stumbled past him, exhausted, he struck. Fork into the neck. Silence.

The guy who thought he's the victor, died with a wide eyes.

"Don't underestimate normal office workers, you dumbasses~" he whispered, a crooked smile forming on his face.

The rooms fell into heavy silence. Fear hung thickly, almost tangible. Heartbeats, shallow breaths, and the faint metallic smell of blood pressed down on everyone. Every movement, no matter how small, could be fatal.

Only few people who survived still had a smile on their faces while others felt guilt, regret anr fear.

Then the floating words appeared, sharp and cold:

[CONGRATULATIONS, PLAYER ETHAN JONES]

[CALCULATING YOUR REWARDS AND CLASS]

The system flickered. Lights stuttered. Calculations glitched.

[CALCULATION ERROR]

[ERROR ERROR ERROR]

[INTERFERENCE DETECTED. RUNNING RE-CALCULATION]

The room seemed to hold its breath. The air grew dense. Shadows felt heavier even under the white light.

Finally,

DING!!!!

[YOU HAVE RECEIVED YOUR REWARDS AND CLASS]

STATUS WINDOW

Name: Ethan Jones

Title: Villain: The Grand Instigator

Class: Instigator

Level: 1

HP: 100/100

MP: 50/50

Skills: WHISPERED PROVOCATION (E), SEED OF DISCORD (E), FALSE NARRATIVE (E), CHAIN REACTION (E), SMOKESCREEN TRUTH (E), READ THE ROOM (E), PANIC SPREAD (E)

STRENGTH: 8

AGILITY: 10

VITALITY: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 5

Ethan had not fought. He had simply observed, waited, and let chaos play out. Every death around him had been orchestrated by fear, instinct, and misjudgment. At last, he killed the last one that survived.

A perfect victory with minimal effort.

The system's interference flickered faintly. It had never seen a mind like his before.

Ethan smiled. Panic, chaos, fear, mistakes they were all fuel for his plan from the very start. The stage was set, and the players had revealed themselves perfectly.

The game had only just begun.