Villain System

The rain fell down like daggers to his fresh wounds. The small bag of his belongings was drenched wet. Although the boy grinned happily in the heavy rain and laughed loudly madly into the night.

' I'm Zaiden J. Strong... wait I'm disowned so it's just Zaiden J. now, the ex-son of the most influential duo...heroes, Hugo D. Strong aka hero: Thunder and Lucian Gretel Strong aka hero: Pyro Lady.

Although where heroes are villians are too. That explains my location being within Villian turf or Vil-turf. Their different turfs round here as well as safe zone where the concept of turfs are invalid thus all the races can catch a breath, you'll understand later on.

There are dungeons, ruins and even towers which can bring weapons, powers and stuff. Shall we continue with where you left me? '

Zaiden threw the bag in a nearby dustbin and snapped his fingers. An umbrella appeared and Zaiden been walking aimlessly. He saw a man, beaten and bruised which peeked his interest. He approached found the man had silky black wolf ears attached to his black hair.

“A canine race, werewolf species." Zaiden thought

“Don’t stare kid...it's rude." The werewolf growled

“May I offer an ear to your woes? I have nothing but time... you see I was disowned and abandoned here in the Vil-turf. Funny right? What sort of cold heartless parent would do that?" Zaiden smiled openly insulting his parents

“I....My pack was killed by thugs..." He began confused why he told a stranger

“Pack... Ah, my pack hated me so I'm really sorry. You had what I didn't but here we are, the same aren't we?" Zaiden smirked

“I tried confronting them....but I couldn't avenge them!" The werewolf said holding back tears

“To be werewolf a pack is practically life." Zaiden thought about to try to say comforting words

"Oi! The mutt's here Small Boss." A man yelled

An overweight man came. His buttons expressed how hard they had worked during the walk to maintain the pig's remaining dignity. His cigar polluted the air as he puffed out rings as though there was a prize for it.

“Sadly the other dogs didn't make it the experimentation phase thus a lot of material was lost. Be a good boy and get over here." Small Boss demanded

“Ex...periments. You defiled the dead..." A werewolf lamented thinking of his pack's pain

“*sigh*" Zaiden interrupted “So it's you. Makes it so much easier to me."

Fire circled around Zaiden who didn't hide his hysterical smile.

“KNEEL" He said

The fat man fell to the ground.

“BOW LOWER." Zaiden smiled

The man bashed his head into the rock. His subordinates broke into a run.

“Help!" They wailed

"Where are you going? I just want us to get to know each other." Zaiden grinned

The nearby oil turned into tentacles with a flick of Zaiden's wrist. They grabbed the survivors covering their faces. They cried and tried to scream in the oil. Columns of earth rose and hit their bodies mercilessly. Zaiden smiled as he was the maestro of the song of pain happening.

“Hey!" Another man yelled

“Are all of you so loud?" An annoyed Zaiden asked

“I’m Bruno and that's the Vil-turf's little bro. If you dare-" Bruno began

Zaiden brought down his hand and an earth column killed the Small Boss instantaneously.

"Dare I what? Bring your Boss or he’ll find your corpses." Zaiden warned

His clothes were splashed by blood and his cold eyes above a genuine small freaked Bruno out.

“Who are you? Which turf did you come from?" Bruno asked

“I’m-" Zaiden began as Bruno's left arm was sliced off “Looking for your Boss."

Bruno ran as fast as he could. Moments later a mascular well-toned man came with many acquaintances. Zaiden seemed unbothered as he snapped his fingers. The flame circle that had been idle split into many beams of fire to the Boss' company. They turned into charcoal so easily. The Boss trembled at the overwhelming display of power.

“What’s going on?" A bystander asked

“Probably a Turf War." They were answered

"B...oss." The Boss quivered

“Are you confused you're the Boss?" Zaiden laughed shotting a beam of fire to his leg

“Please." The Boss cried

"Do two things and you live? How about it?" Zaiden smiled removing his colored contact lens

“Yes anything." He beamed

"Give me the turf." Zaiden smiled with a wicked glow in his purple eyes

The man bowed to Zaiden. A bright light engulfed Zaiden proving his ownership of the turf.

“This is probably the weakest Vil-turf." Zaiden thought seeing the mark of ownership, a blood lined lily on his palm." The mark becomes more detailed and stuff with each Vil-turf one has. So this guy had two turfs?"

A beam shot up from another turf leaving a similar lily above it for a few moments indicating the new owner.

“Underling...Apologize to the werewolf." Zaiden ordered

Turf rule #1 Obey all orders from the Turf Boss.

The ex-Boss apologized to the werewolf. Zaiden let him limp away a few steps before incinerating him.

“My hand slipped. Magic sure is a problem." Zaiden smiled

“I want...to be strong too!" The werewolf yelled

“I’m no righteous person. Else I wouldn't be kicked out." Zaiden laughed

“Very well. I alright with this much. Be part of my pack, Zaiden." He smiled

Zaiden was taken aback by the offer. He stayed silent with an awkward smile.

“You are now a Villian since you own a Vil-turf, alright with that." The werewolf asked

“Yeah. No way am I bowing to a person...Argh my dignity." Zaiden said

“I want to get stronger even as a Villian, after all a Villian avenged me. I'm Caesar Fangleo Claw." Caesar smiled “I’ll become strong enough to protect my pack member this time."

Zaiden was surprised by someone wanting to protect him and he gave a sweet smile to Caesar.

“This will be fun after all." Zaiden thought

Caesar was still on the floor awaiting an answer from the grinning Zaiden.

“Very well. Get stronger....." Zaiden smiled

He held out a hand to help Caesar up.

* Ding*

“What-" Caesar began

[Welcome Player: Caesar, to the Villian System.]

“Work hard, Mr. Villian" Zaiden grinned

“Huh?!" Caesar exclaimed