2025-05-07 11:45:52Three hours.
He walked for three hours, but what's strange is that he didn't feel tired. His feet didn't even hurt from walking non-stop to reach the house of the guard he wanted to talk to.
When he arrived near the shack where the guard lived, he kept his distance. He observed the surroundings and sensed the inside of the house.
There's no movement inside the guard's house. Everyone must be asleep, especially since it's already 12 midnight - or rather, the only person inside the house is already asleep.
Where could the guard's family be? he wondered, since he only sensed the guard's presence inside the house.
Michael looked around. Even though the houses in this area were makeshift, he could say that the surroundings were clean. He didn't see any cigarette butts, and he didn't smell anything unpleasant.
But what's even more surprising is that he didn't sense any other people around, except for the elderly guard who was sleeping at this hour. The area seemed abandoned since the previous residents had already left.
What happened?
From his standing position, observing the surroundings, Michael took a step closer to the house.
But his step was halted when he heard a voice around him.
"Wait, Michael," it said. From the depth of the voice's timbre, he knew who owned that voice. "Hide, and don't move until I say so."
He stopped and hid between two shacks. He felt that this was a warning, so he had to follow it if he didn't want to die again for the second time.
His assumption about the warning was true. Barely a minute had passed since he hid when two cars arrived in front of the guard's house - a 4x4 and a black van.
What the hell is this?
His forehead furrowed when men with guns got out of the cars. They walked towards the guard's house, but their attention wasn't on the house, but on the person inside the van.
There was only one man inside, smoking something that looked like marijuana. What's strange is that he could see what the man was doing despite the highly tinted windshield. But he couldn't figure out who the man was, since his face was blurry and there seemed to be a thin barrier preventing him from seeing the man's face clearly.
He was angry at the person inside. He clenched his fists due to the overwhelming anger within him. The anger was blinding, making it hard for him to think clearly.
"Who are you? Who the fvck are you?!"
He was itching to know who was inside the van.
"Who is he?" he asked the demon residing in the flower.
"Your first victim... He was one of those who planned to kill you. I need his soul, Michael. Offer me his soul tonight."
After the creature that helped him survive said those things, a double-bladed dagger appeared in his hand. It shone when hit by the moonlight.
The excitement filled his system. But Michael immediately lost his excitement when he heard the deafening shout from the guard's house. At the same time, the guard begged for his life while being dragged out of his own house.
Now, now he knew why this place had been abandoned. Money was the reason. And the blood of the elderly guard was bought by the people behind his murder.
Another deafening scream came from the guard as he was shot in the leg by the largest man.
While watching the guard being tortured, he remembered how he was killed. The pain he experienced at the hands of unknown people came back to him.
His vision darkened. He was ready to get his hands bloody.
Michael adjusted his hat before walking out of his hiding spot. He made sure his face wasn't covered by the hat. He walked calmly towards them, like he was taking a stroll in a park in Makati.
"Who are you?!" one of the henchmen shouted at him, but he didn't bother to introduce himself. "Stop or you'll be shot—"
The henchman's words were cut off when Michael threw the dagger he was holding at him. The dagger hit the henchman's throat, causing blood to spurt out as he fell to the ground, convulsing.
"Son of a—!" another henchman cursed as they fired bullets at Michael.
But the bullets seemed to move in slow motion, and Michael could see and dodge them easily.
Michael smiled, and time seemed to slow down as he saw a bullet heading towards him, aimed at his forehead. He dodged it effortlessly and jumped high into the air. From 3 meters above the ground, he rained down rose stems at his enemies. The stems pierced their foreheads and throats, and like the previous victim, they convulsed and vomited blood as they fell to the ground.
When Michael landed on the ground, he heard the person inside the car cursing. He smiled. He didn't expect this person to be behind his murder.
He picked up a gun and fired at the car's windshield, shattering it and revealing the person inside.
Their eyes met, and Michael smiled.
Not all snakes crawl; some walk on two feet and are even your friends...
He removed his hat, revealing his face to the man, who looked shocked and terrified.
"How are you? Looks l
ike I surprised you, huh..." Michael said sarcastically to his former friend.
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CHAPTER 17
A long-standing silence had settled between the two, a silence that felt like it could shatter his eardrums at any moment.Every tick of the clock and D's lack of response only added to his anxiety."D—?" He was about to say something, but D spoke up first."Do you really want to know? I can take you to the time where all these things started."Michael froze at the words. Yes, he did want to know when it all started for his family. But he hadn't expected D to offer to take him back to that time.It was both terrifying and fascinating. And he wasn't ready to go back to that time. He didn't want to. He was hesitant, fearing he might not be able to return, like someone lost in an unfamiliar place.Michael shook his head and stood up. He's not that adventurous, so he declined D's offer. He was about to walk away when he remembered something and stopped. He needed to attend to some papers in his office."I'm going to my office," he said, almost to himself. He didn't expect D to respond, bu
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
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