Rebirth Of The Forsaken Son-in-law

Chapter three.

(HOST YOUR OUTSTANDING DEBT IS 100 MILLION! THEREFORE YOUR HEALTH WILL BE SUBSIDIZED UNTIL THE DEBT IS CLEARED.)

Before Rapheal could understand the meaning behind the warning that was issued a numb shock climbed up his right leg and up to his thigh. 

His muscles contracted painfully, and he suddenly lost all sense of feel in that area.

Shit! 

Raphael fall was dramatic. His face landed right on the bare ground. The taste of blood and dirt mixing in his mouth.

My left hand. My left hand is also paralyzed. His stomach dropped at the realization.

"What the fuck happen to you?" Finn thought he slipped and turned around. But Rapheal just laid there, unmoving.

The people chasing them was starting to close in. Their thundering footsteps hinting on the ungodly numbers.

"Hey...bro...this is not the time to admire the ground. We have got to go." His best friend tried to lift him up when he noticed a iron bat flying towards them.

Finn suddenly let go in order to dodge it, and Rapheal smacked on heavy on the ground once again.

"You son of a bitch...." That hurts....

"I am sorry, I am sorry." The first round of attack had already arrived. The thin Finn looked powerless, like he could easily be blown away by the wind and he was indeed not good at fighting. His main skills were focused on escaping.

The attackers welded thick wooden planks, iron rods and even chains.

For a moment he contemplated on leaving Rapheal behind. 

Fuck it. In the end we will just die together. At least that is less scary than dying alone. He clenched his hands into a tight fist. 

"Hey!!" A loud shout came from the entrance. 

Rapheal forced his head up from the embarrassed position on the ground, only able to catch a many sets of shoes walking in.

"What do you think you are doing to by buddies?" The person leading the group was half dressed. Despite the cold he wore a thin, multi colored jacket that was unpleasant to look at. Half unbuttoned with his chest on display. His lips were hooked up. Looking as unreliable as one can be.

Next to him was a slightly taller and bigger man in a simple black pants and hoodie.

Cody. Rapheal sighed in relief. They are here.

"Do you think this is a place that you can just walk in?" The dance face man barked. He had his share of gang fights and wasn't in the least afraid. "Don't even think of leaving here alive? Kill them all!"

This! Can this be worse? Rapheal was seriously contemplating.

System. Hey. Why don't you let me off for now. It isn't like I won't pay you back, the situation right now isn't the best. 

(REQUEST DECLINED—

HOST SHOULD PLEASE PAY OFF HIS DEBTS.)

Son of a bitch.....

(DING! HOST SHOULD PLEASE MIND HIS LANGUAGE. THE HOST WILL BE PENALIZED!)

For real? Other people get systems that make them rich overnight and this is what I get....?

What 'money system'? this is fraud. They should have just called it instead 'Debt system.'

"Rapheal. Are you okay?" A calm.voice came from overhead and a hand grabbed on his shoulder to pull him up.

"Careful, careful. I have a bad cramp." Raphael sucked in a breath. He adjusted his weight on his left leg. The paralyzed arm hanging limp by his side.

"Is it that bad? Does it hurt?" Cody frowned and let him lean on him for support.

The fight was still going on.

"What, can't talk anymore? Weren't you running your mouth just now? Dare to hit buddies, let's see if you can walk out of this alive." Vicent smirked smugly as he best up the scar faced man.

"Why is he so excited?" 

"I don't know. When I found him he was passed out from drinking." Cody shook his head while helping Raphael to the car outside. 

"Should I help you massage your leg?" He asked after settling him on the back seat.

"No. It's fine." Rapheal leaned against the leather seat and dug out his phone with his only working hand.

Without hesitating he transferred a 100 million from the savings account his fake family had opened for him to his normal account.

He had never the touched the money there before. Even before he knew he was the fake heir he just didn't have any need for. 

A monthly allowance was paid into it everymonth and there was also the money he inherited from his grandfather who died.

Well, too bad for him that he gave the money to the wrong grandson.

The Devereux family didn't want to spoil their sparkling clean reputation by seizing the money and kicking him out of the house so that wanted him to marry his fake you her sister, Riley.

With that they would be able to have control over him. Just like how it played in his past life.

But this time...they could dream on.

He wonder what would happen when they find out he took out such large amount of money.

(DING! THE SUM OF 100 MILLION HAS BEEN DEDUCTED FROM THE HOSTS CURRENT ACCOUNT. FOR BETTER SERVICE IN THE FUTURE THE HOST SHOULD CONSIDER GRANTING THE PERMIT TO THE DAVINGS ACCOUNT)

Yes. So you can steal all my money. Rapheal scowled unkindly.

(THE HOST IS BEING SMALL MINDED) the system responded in it's emotionless, robotic voice. (YOU HEALTH HAS BEEN RESTORED. HOST, PLEASE FAMILIARIZE YOURSELF WITH THE CONTROL PANEL)

Rapheal raised a brow when a blue transparent screen appeared in front of him. Floating at eyelevel.

It looked almost the same size as the tv at home.

He was surprised to see information about himself.

______________________________

RAPHAEL ######

AGE: 22.

ACQUIRED ASSET: 0.

STRENGTH: 40/100.

SKILLS: NONE.

SYSTEM LINK: STABLE.

REPUTATION: -551

PERKS: FINANCIAL INSIGHT LV. 1

IDENTITY: TRASH SON-IN-LAW/ #######

      

      STATUS: ALIVE(REBORN)

______________________________

This system.....what exactly is it? His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he read through it.

System, do you have something to do with my rebirth?

(APOLOGIES, HOST'S AUTHORITY IS NOT SUFFICIENT ENOUGH TO ACCESS SUCH INFORMATION. PLEASE CONSIDER RAISING YOUR LEVEL AND ALSO YOUR IDENTITY TO A BUSINESS TYCOON) The system said flatly.

Forget it. 

"Hey Rapheal! What were you doing? I almost didn't see you. Although I know you were happy to see me you didn't have to prostrate on the ground. You are anking me shy." Vicent swaggered towards him, while the boys cleaned up the fight scene. There was a bruise on his forehead, a souvenir of the violence he partook in.

"If you shut up no one will think you are mute." Rapheal shot him a glare. 

"But seriously how did you know that monkey was in trouble? I was lying down catching my breath when this biggie burst into my room."

"Right, Rapheal how did you know?" Finn asked too. He was going to buy a when he was suddenly attacked and pushed into a van.

"The heavens told me."

"Fuck off. Everyone in this world must be dead before God picked you to talk to." Vicent rolled his eyes.

Right. Rapheal was very suspicious about his rebirth. But it doesn't change the fact that he lost 100 million just after waking up.

It is this bastards fault. 

The bastard he was thinking about shivered and hid behind Vicent. Slowly speaking up. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like how?" Rapheal smiled kindly while calculating.

Since the bastard wasn't even worth half a million, he could only make him work the money back. Yes. He was going to squeeze all the value out of him until the money was repaid.

"Like you just lost a 100 million on his head and is planning on making him sign a slave contract." Vicent pointed out jokingly.

"Yes." Finn nodded along.

Rapheal was stunned by the close guess and his eyes shone even brighter. He said. "You are so self aware."

Just then he phone rang.

Looking at the caller a corner of his lips rose.

About time.