2025-05-07 11:45:03Night.
Michael wandered around until he found a place he could sleep for the night.
His plan for revenge was proving to be difficult. He wasn't raised in a dark environment, so now he was struggling with what to do.
When he woke up in the pile of trash, he had the courage to think about killing. But now, just thinking about getting his hands bloody made his body shudder.
Killing? No way. It's not his forte. He didn't even know how to kill a bug, let alone a person. He lived honestly until he became rich, so what did he know about hurting others?
He let out a sigh, looking up at the sky. He only glanced at the stars for a moment. He remembered the night he was killed.
Who would have thought that on a calm night like that, his life would end just like that? Now, he hates that scenery. It only reminds him of what happened to him.
He died in his own territory. Didn't he hire a private army to ensure his guests' safety? But the funny thing was, he died while those private army he hired were around his territory.
Earlier, when he passed by a TV store, he found out it had been a month since he died. They even showed the color of his coffin on the news - it was pure white. Maybe his friend Jam chose it since he didn't have any relatives.
He wants to thank his best friend for giving him a decent funeral. At least, he knows he was in a good state when he died.
Michael laughed like he'd lost his mind when he remembered something from the news. His death was still being talked about.
He recalled an interview between a reporter and his security guard.
"Do you remember anything unusual happening to the company's CEO before he died?"
He saw the guard look around, like he was following orders from someone off-camera.
"S-sir Michael was anxious, sir." The guard wiped his sweat and bowed. "That's all, sir. I-I'm sorry, I don't have anything else to say. I'm saddened by what happened to Sir, especially since he was kind to me. I just can't accept that—"
That's where the interview cut off. The media had stopped it there.
"That's freaking interesting," Michael said to himself, touching the black daffodil in his pocket.
Strangely, he didn't feel angry at the guard. Maybe it was because he saw the sadness in the guard's eyes when he was speaking.
This must be what it's like for a dead person to have one or two people mourning them.
After thinking about the guard, he remembered Daisy. She was one of the people interviewed. She's his friend Jam's girlfriend, and although he'd met her at gatherings, he wasn't close to her. What he couldn't understand was why his blood was boiling when he saw her on screen.
Then there were the media people. Those behind the freaking media.
He laughed at the media, especially since he knew the guard personally. The guard was kind and had a big family. He had principles, so Michael wasn't sure if someone had paid him to lie. Maybe the media could be bought, but what about the poor guard who needed money?
What he couldn't fully understand was how his colleagues said he committed suicide. They said he hanged himself in his own room.
And according to what they said on the news, Michael died peacefully.
But how could he die peacefully? He knew his mouth was open and his eyes were full of fear when he died. So he didn't know how he died so peacefully?
And hanged himself?
Didn't he drown in his own blood from being stabbed? How did they know? Of course, he saw his cold freaking body on the floor.
He took out the daffodil from his pocket and looked at it. "What is it that you want me to know, D?”
This was the first time he used a name for the black flower.
D.
D didn't stand for Daffodil, but rather for Devil or Demon.
It was as if the black flower heard him, because a cold breeze surrounded his body. But it didn't even give him chills.
Two wishes, huh?
"What will I ask of you, D? I should be careful, especially since you're a king of deceit. It's hard to tell. Maybe I won't even get to take revenge before you take me to the hell you came from."
Michael leaned against the shed's post, thinking about what he could wish for when he took his first step.
But hours passed, and he couldn't think of anything.
He yawned, but he wasn't sleepy. He wasn't hungry either.
He didn't feel anything. He couldn't even feel his heartbeat. It was like he was under anesthesia because of his situation.
Michael stood up and walked.
Now he knew where he was going. His steps were certain as he thought about what to do when he saw the person he was looking for.
What's interesting was that before he died, he didn't know where the person's house was. But now, it was like a painting in front of him - the appearance of the person's shack.
He wanted to find out from this person what happened on the day he died.
He wanted to visit Jam and ask for help. But he didn't want to surprise him, so maybe later. Besi
des, his friend had a heart condition. He didn't want him to get hurt because of him.
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CHAPTER 16
Michael moved quickly but cautiously as he stepped out of the elevator. He encountered a few people, but he didn't find it unusual. Everyone who works here is hardworking. Jam himself taught that to their employees. They were different, his friend was strict, while he was kind to his employees, especially the younger ones. He had a heart, which his friend always criticized him for."You'll fall because of your weakness, Michael. You always let your heart rule."He shook his head to forget that thought. He didn't regret being kind to his simple employees. What he regretted now was trusting people he thought were his friends."Got your six, mortal...""Why?" he whispered to his unseen friend."I need to guard you. You are only mine, Michael... I won't let anybody claim what's mine."He sighed. He looked behind him. There was no one, so he continued without hesitation. He was close to his office, so he quickened his pace. The excitement was flowing through his veins. He had never felt th
CHAPTER 15
Michael heard Brent's consecutive curses before he stood up. The impact of the explosion from outside was so strong that his two companions almost fell from their standing position.He checked on his two companions and looked at them to see if they were okay and didn't have any wounds. When he saw that they didn't have any glass shards embedded in their bodies, he approached Mang Jun and helped him stand up."Are you okay?" he asked, before glancing at Brent, who was dusting himself off."Yes, son. I'm fine. What happened?" He saw confusion on the old man's face.He shook his head as a response, even though he knew what really happened. He glanced at Brent again, who had an emotionless face. He was surprised by his friend's reaction. Shouldn't he have run outside to see what was happening, especially since the noise from the 3rd floor was loud enough to be heard?"I'll go ahead and go outside, Sir Brent. I'll check if anyone was hurt with my group, especially the elderly like me," Man
CHAPTER 14
Brent repeatedly studied Mike’s resume, Mang Jun's nephew's, several times just to make sure of what he was seeing - specifically, that the photo on the ID was still blurry.He placed the resume on the table, rubbed his temples, and let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn't even 9 am, and he was already overwhelmed by the things that were happening to him. And it was all because of one person.When someone knocked, Brent looked toward the door, his gaze piercing as if he could see through it. He cleared his throat and called out in a rough voice, "Come in." The door swung open, and to his surprise, Aera Ledesma stood there - a prominent stockholder in the company and a close family friend of Michael's. Brent rose to his feet as a sign of respect."Good morning, Ma'am Ledesma," he greeted, and she just nodded before walking towards his desk.Aera Ledesma was in her late 30s and had it all - wealth, connections, intelligence, and beauty. Brent couldn't help but stare as she walked towards
CHAPTER 13
Brent was taken aback by his sister's question. His eyes darted around, as if trying to hide his thoughts from her.Brent cleared his throat. “I—” He paused, choosing his words carefully to avoid raising his sister's suspicions. As a skilled police officer, she would likely see through any lies. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jia,” he denied, reaching for the empty coffee cup.He was about to turn away when Jia spoke up again. “After that night, you’ve changed a lot, Brent. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You’re being weird. Sometimes I catch you talking to yourself, and there are times when I see you outside in the early morning, staring up and talking.”Brent's brow furrowed at his sister's words. He had no idea what she was talking about.Talking to himself? He wasn't crazy yet. And what would he be doing outside in the early morning? He had no reason to go out.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jia.”Jia nodded. “Maybe I’m exaggerating. Don’t mind me.” She yawned an
CHAPTER 12
Michael stared at the mirror. It was only 4 AM, but he was already in front of the mirror. He looked at his reflection as if it was an alien from another planet. Michael extended his hand towards the mirror. He touched his face in the mirror, a face he didn't recognize.He didn't undergo any face surgery, but it seemed like that's what happened. He looked like he had surgery to make himself ugly. At that moment, he couldn't see the face he didn't know where he inherited it from.Michael touched his face. If he had to compare the other side of his face to something, it would be like the skin of a carabao.Yes, half of his face looked like carabao skin. Aside from that, his skin darkened. His hair grew long down to his neck. His eyes, which were once well-shaped, now had one that was distorted, while the other seemed to bulge out. What he was seeing now was like a monster from the depths of hell. His eyebrows, which were once thick, were almost gone, as if they had been burned."You did
CHAPTER 11
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm notMaybe I'm in love with you, or maybe I'm nut. Michael gazed at the woman standing outside the small house. There was a fence blocking them, so she couldn't see him. But Michael was content just seeing her from afar, ensuring she was okay.He scanned her appearance. She wore a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts, holding a cigarette in one hand while playing with the smoke from her mouth. She stood leaning against the green-painted wall of the house, barefoot, with her legs crossed, looking up at something in the distance.She could be mistaken for a lesbian if you didn't know her personally, but since he knew her, he knew she's a real woman hiding behind those masculine attire.She hadn't changed.Her style was the same as before, but he had to admit she looked even more beautiful now. Her natural curly hair was tied up, with those hard-to-tame strands of curly hair...The woman took another drag of her cigarette, inhaling deeply, as if venting her frus
CHAPTER 10
From afar, Mang Jun was approaching, and Michael already knew why the old man's face looked so bright as he walked home. Michael was waiting outside.He had planned to leave earlier to go home, but D, the being in the black daffodil, told him not to go yet because the elderly guard was heading home.So here he was, waiting for the old man."Don't trust anyone again, Michael..." the voice said to him.He looked at the approaching guard. "You don't really believe in someone's kindness, huh?"He was getting used to the presence of the being in the flower. He was accustomed to it suddenly speaking, not just in his mind, but actually hearing its voice as if it was right in front of him."I am a demon, what do you expect? Have you ever forgotten what happened to you?"Michael shook his head in response. He looked down, as if he could see the scar on his chest. He touched his neck, the scar a reminder that he was killed by people for no reason."It still haunts you..."Based on D's voice ton
CHAPTER 9
"I heard the plan to kill you..." Mang Jun paused as if the guard was thinking about what to tell his former boss. The guard closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened at that time. He tried to recall whose voice he heard. When he looked outside the door, that's when he figured out whose voice he heard. "It was Sir Freddie. I'm sure of it. I'm certain that the voice I heard was Sir Freddie's."The guard almost jumped out of his seat because he was impressed by his own sharp memory. He even got burned by the hot coffee that spilled on his lap when he stomped his feet. But despite that, he didn't mind the pain the hot coffee brought to his skin. What was more important at that moment was to share what he remembered so that he could help the young man who had been betrayed.But the excitement and joy he felt disappeared when he remembered that he only heard Freddie's voice at that time.The guard sighed and shook his head. He was lost in thought, staring at the coffee that he ha
CHAPTER 8
The poor guard cowered even more at Michael's words, his eyes wide with fear. He seemed more terrified by the knowledge that Michael was stabbed and didn't hang himself. It seemed to have registered in the old man's mind that the person in front of him was actually dead.Michael shook his head. He didn't intend to scare the old man, but that's what happened."I won't hurt you, Mang Jun. I'm the one who helped you to—""Whatever demon you are, leave now!!!" the old man shouted, cutting off Michael's words. "Don't bother me anymore! I've done what you asked, so what else do you want from me?!"The guard rubbed his face with his hands, still seemingly unable to believe what was happening. Michael felt sorry for the old man. From what he could see, the old man's life seemed quiet and simple, but it seemed like he knew something about what happened to Michael, which is why he was targeted to be killed.The guard fell to his knees, wailing and prostrating himself on the floor as if he had n
