The Breakers of Divine Boundaries

The Emptiness of Revenge

The air inside the apartment felt super heavy. Wood dust from the door he just smashed was still floating around, spinning in the night breeze coming in from the balcony.

Hanan stared at the kitchen knife in Rendy's hand. The sharp metal tip was shaking like crazy. To the new Hanan, that knife wasn't even a threat. He could see the carbon structure in the steel, tiny cracks in the handle, and how slow Rendy's nerves were sending fear signals from his brain to his hand muscles.

"The law doesn't apply to ghosts," Rendy hissed, his voice totally cracking. Fear had completely taken over his mind. "You're dead! I saw you fall!"

With a hysterical scream, Rendy lunged forward. He swung the knife straight at Hanan's neck.

To a normal person, that attack might look fast. But for Hanan, it was like time just froze. He didn't dodge. He didn't block. He just casually lifted his right hand and caught the blade with two fingers.

SNAP.

The steel knife broke like a cheap cracker. Rendy's eyes bugged out like they were about to pop. Before his backstabbing friend could even process what happened, Hanan lightly touched Rendy's wrist. It was a super soft touch, but the energy Hanan sent through him totally fried Rendy's nervous system.

Rendy screamed silently. Every muscle in his body cramped up at once, and then he collapsed onto the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. The guy twitched a bit, struggling to grab oxygen that suddenly felt impossible to breathe.

"You're way too slow, man," Hanan whispered. His voice was totally flat. "So slow it's actually boring me."

In the corner, Sarah let out a muffled scream. The woman Hanan used to worship like a goddess was now huddled on the couch, shaking with fear. Her makeup was a mess from all the tears and sweat. She looked at Hanan like he was a monster.

"Hanan... please..." Sarah's voice was shaking hard as Hanan stepped closer. "It's all a misunderstanding. Rendy forced me! He threatened me! I still love you, babe!"

Hanan stopped right in front of Sarah. He stared deep into his wife's eyes. Back in the day, seeing Sarah cry would've made his chest feel tight with guilt and blind love. He would've done anything to dry those tears.

Now? Hanan tried to find any leftovers of those feelings. He looked for a spark of anger, some heartbreak, or even a tiny drop of love that might still be there.

Zip. Everything was empty.

Hanan only saw a pathetic chemical reaction. He could smell the pheromones of fear coming off Sarah's pores. He could hear her heart racing as she frantically cooked up lie after lie to survive. There was no love there. Never was.

"You love me?" Hanan gave a soft laugh. It sounded so cold it gave Sarah goosebumps. "You said I was a biological burden. You said just looking at me made you wanna puke."

"I didn't mean it! I was just stressed out taking care of you!" Sarah tried to reach for Hanan's hand, but he brushed her off with a smooth move that sent her flying back onto the couch.

"You guys are honestly pathetic," Hanan said, turning to look at Rendy, who was still gasping for air on the floor. "I used to think the best revenge would be killing you both with my own hands. I wanted to see you guys totally smashed to pieces."

Hanan walked over to the coffee table. Sarah and Rendy's phones were lying there side by side. Hanan didn't even touch them. He just focused his mind on the electromagnetic waves in the room. The energy in his chest reacted instantly.

Both phone screens lit up bright at the same time.

"But death is way too quick for trash like you," Hanan continued calmly. "You both live for how other people see you. Status, money, and image. Let's see what happens when I rip all that away."

Within seconds, everything on their phones was exposed. Photos of their affair, their disgusting chat history from the last two years, even their shady plan to take Hanan's insurance money. Everything was sent out en masse. To all their contacts, family groups, their bosses' emails, and auto-uploaded to every social media platform.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

Notification sounds started popping off one by one, sounding the death knell for Sarah and Rendy's lives.

"By tomorrow morning, the whole world's gonna know exactly who you really are," Hanan stared at them, his eyes slowly starting to glow with a faint golden light. "You'll stay alive, but you'll be begging to die."

Without waiting for them to react, Hanan walked through the sliding door to the balcony. The night wind hit his face immediately.

"Hanan! Where are you going?!" Sarah screamed hysterically, realizing her life was officially over.

Hanan stood at the edge of the balcony, looking at the mess he just made behind him, then at the glowing city lights of Jakarta below.

"I'm gonna find out," Hanan muttered more to himself. "Why this god-like power feels way more like a curse."

Hanan let himself fall backward. Letting gravity pull him down from the tenth floor for the second time that night.

Sarah and Rendy crawled frantically to the balcony railing. They peeked down, hoping to see Hanan's body smashed on the asphalt.

But the street down there was totally empty. Hanan had vanished into the night, leaving behind two people who were now officially residents of a living hell.

Hanan landed on the roof of a skyscraper miles away from his apartment. He landed without making a single sound. The concrete under his feet didn't even crack. His control over physics was basically perfect now.

He stood there like a statue, looking out at the ocean of city lights.

The cracks in his soul felt like they were getting wider. Every second, new info about the universe kept pouring into his brain. He could see radio signals flying through the air. He could feel the earth spinning on its axis.

But as that understanding grew, his human side kept fading away.

The satisfaction of wrecking Sarah and Rendy lasted less than a minute. After that, the emptiness hit him again. So thick and cold.

"You satisfied yet?"

A super familiar voice echoed in the empty air behind Hanan. Hanan didn't turn around. He knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

"I don't feel a thing," Hanan answered flatly.

"Of course you don't," the figure stepped forward until he was standing right next to Hanan.

The figure was a projection of himself. The old Hanan sitting in a wheelchair, body thin and pale, but his face was now wearing a terrifying, predator-like grin.

"Welcome to the eternal silence, Hanan," the projection whispered, eyes glowing bright.

"Now that you know revenge is a total bore, what are you gonna do with this world?"