The Rejected Son’s Road to Retribution

Chapter 2

Tyson blinked slowly and murmured, "… is this the voice of God?"

With blurred vision, he looked around and found himself in a strange place. There was no pain in his body, no feeling of breathlessness, and none of those annoying noises, everything felt light.

Yes, light.

The entire room was very dark, Tyson even thought he couldn't see, and his body... was floating.

In the next moment, he blinked in surprise, trying to reach the edge, but it was a void. He wondered if this was heaven or hell.

A cold mechanical voice soon echoed.

[Before binding, please answer this question: Do you still want to live and change your life?]

There was no doubt about the answer: it was 'yes.'

"I want to live, I want to start over, I want to change my life."

[Alright, answer accepted.]

[System binding starting 0% ... 1% ....]

During the binding process, Tyson's head was filled with various plots.

It was the day he was born, and his mother had serious health problems. His father was frantically trying to calm his little sister. His older brother sat indifferently beside them, and the rest of his family were busy huddling at the door of the operating room.

Meanwhile, he...

He was in an incubator, alone, with no family members coming to see him. It was as if his birth meant nothing at all. And that was the first time he was called 'jinx.'

The memory showed the moment his most beloved grandfather passed away, leaving him alone in that family.

Then the memory shifted to his 7th birthday. He waited for his family to come home and have dinner together. However, his father and brother went out for a lavish dinner after picking up his sister, who had just won first prize in a painting competition.

Switching again to his middle school graduation day, no one came to see him despite him winning first place in the entire school. At that moment, Tyson finally let out his long-held emotions, questioning his father, “Am I your son? Why are you so indifferent to me?”

His father just looked at him coldly and replied, “Don’t question what is obvious. The fact that you are still alive is my final mercy.”

From that day on, Tyson no longer expected any affection from his family. He became more reserved and developed a sullen demeanor, wherever he went, people would point at him.

One by one, bad memories filled his mind to the brim. Until the memory of tonight, when he took his last breath.

Yes, he was dead. However, he was still given one more chance.

[... 99%, 100%.]

[Binding successful.]

[Host, it’s time to determine your goal and claim rewards for each choice.]

Tyson looked at the options that appeared in his mind and read them one by one.

[1. Return to the age of 10, mend relationships with your family, and change the fate of today.]

[2. Start from the end, rise up, and create the life you desire.]

Family? His father only loved power and a sense of superiority, his brother only cared about the family’s reputation, and as for his sister... It was complicated.

However, Tyson knew there was nothing good about them. Even if he went back to being 10 years old, he didn’t want to mend his broken relationship with his family.

So, without hesitation, Tyson chose the second option.

[Good choice!]

That was the system's praise before displaying the two reward options it released for him to choose from. Tyson didn't expect anything, for him, as long as he could live again, he could make it. After all, the anger in his heart was enough to drive him mad.

After the rewards were chosen, Tyson only glanced at them briefly and said nothing, nor did he have any questions about them. At that moment, he was still overwhelmed by the memories of the past, which had just vividly played back in his mind, memories he thought he had forgotten.

Tyson didn’t hear what the system said afterward. He only remembered its final words.

[It’s time to go back. If you need anything, call me. I will be your assistant.]

Then the empty darkness before him transformed into a familiar room with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

It was the small infirmary at Prison No. 73.

“You’re very lucky,” sighed a nurse as soon as she saw Tyson wake up. “Your condition was very bad when you were brought here, and since it was nighttime, we could only provide emergency care. Unexpectedly, you survived and woke up in less than half an hour.”

Prison No. 73 was far from the city and largely overlooked, making it a convenient place to keep 'certain people.'

The nurse was already familiar with Tyson, who often came in and out of the infirmary, so she didn’t expect any response from him.

“Rest, and you’ll be fine by tomorrow,” were her last words before leaving.

Tyson remained motionless, sorting through what he had experienced in such a short time and considering what to do next.

He recalled that prisoner mentioning something about the Big Boss.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Who didn’t know the Big Boss in this prison? Only a fool wouldn’t. Even Brother K preferred to back down rather than confront that Big Boss.

However, Tyson didn’t understand why the Big Boss would want to deal with him.

“I’m not that valuable, am I?” Tyson wondered in his mind.

Then, the mechanical voice echoed.

[It’s related to the person behind your death. For now, I can’t tell you the other person’s point of view, so if you want to know, you’ll have to meet him.]

Tyson clenched his fists, his jaw tightened. He just wanted to know what mistake he had made that there were always people trying to kill him. Even though he often survived by luck, it didn’t mean he liked being constantly terrorized by death.

“Help me recover quickly. I want to meet him now!”