The day where my mother was killed right before my eyes still flashed in my dreams.

7 years had passed but still, I couldn't forget.

The incident was still etched deep inside the heart of my soul.

Waking up, I learned that it was Spectre who possessed my mother and had been hiding in the village and slowly killing others.

The spectre were ghostly apparitions emerging from abyss void and gates that had the power to possess a person, take over the body, and then use that person to kill the close ones to the person while the real soul left agonized.

That day I felt pain but the pain that my mother might have felt as her body tore down her husband and went toward her beloved son wasn't something that can be described.

It was agonizing torment. She might have wished to kill herself before she could do all this yet she wasn't able to.

Fortunately, hunters were already searching for the Spectre and managed to trace it before I could die.

But was I happy to be saved?

No, I regret it...I should have died because living each day in torment hurts that's why I focused my anger on them.

SPECTER!WRAITHS!ABYSMAL CREATURES!

Beings who feed on the agony of others.

I swear that I will get stronger...

I swear that I would wipe them out...each piece of shit that had been tainting the world needs to be thoroughly gotten rid of.

The world needs to be cleansed of them.

That was my ambition and my only goal.

But, where did things go wrong...

I had the ambition yet not the sufficient strength to meet it.

In the end, I was just a failure who just dreamt big without having means to achieve it.

...........

"Plea….Please…."

A quivering voice echoed from afar.

"Please forgive me."

"Please let me go."

"I really don't have any money left...So Please..."

"Shut up, you son of a bitch."

The three boys dressed in some Academy uniforms kicked the boy again and again while cursing at him.

Along with them, a batch of students stood in line kneeling on the floor. Each of them also had bruises subjugated to petty bullying still it didn't come close to what the guy getting pummeled on the floor was going through.

The reason?

Because the person didn't have any money left to give.

The three people taking charge were the seniors who assembled weak-ranked cadets each and bullied them to give money.

"Filthy fucking commoner, how dare you refuse to lick my shoes to clean them.Since you don't have money, you need to do something equivalent."

"Hey, idiot, don't you know it's because of your good luck that you were given a chance to lick Sir Hesnon's shoes? We were giving you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."

The boot licker standing beside Henson raised his burly legs and slammed it into the boy's guts as he sank into a gut-wrenching pain, his whole body was filled with scratches and bruises.

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Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhh!"

The screams went on until it stopped because the boy didn't have enough strength left in his body to scream

The boy whole body was just a rag of bones, there was no hint of fat or muscles in his body and his skin seemed to be merged with his bone. He looked more like a skeleton zombie than a human.

"Wait, did he pass out? Get him up, I didn't have my fill?''

"Tsk... seriously. The commoners nowadays don't have guts like those of the past who retaliated at the slightest grievance and it was so much more enjoyable to crush their minds and turn them into slaves. This filth can't even take a few kicks, how frustrating."

Henson with a sneer looked at his sidekicks with a meaningful gaze.

"Boss, don't worry about him. It's this guy who is useless. Can't even take some measly beating. He doesn't know how lucky he is for him to be beaten by you."

"Yeah, his stamina is too poor. No girl is gonna like him. Boss, we are not at fault for all this."

"Do I need to look for a new target? What trash gets done in just a few days of beating?"Henson spoke, flickering his soft shiny blonde hair.

"Hey, wake him up."

"Yes Boss."

The two sidekicks spoke monotonously and one of them took a bottle of water to throw at the fallen boy but was stopped by Henson who slammed his back.

"You little shit. Do you want to waste water on this piece of trash? A commoner was woken up by a noble sprinkling water on him. If words spread out, our faces are going to burn to ashes. We can't even show our faces in public!"Henson screamed at the top of his lungs trying to contain his urge to kick this idiot servant.

"Then boss, how do you want us to wake him up?"

"Just piss on him," Henson said nonchalantly.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Both the people screamed with a hint of embarrassment.

"What are you embarrassed about?You already have a good size. Let those idiots watch and envy you."

"Go on, show them what dragon among men truly means."Henson smirked.

"But boss..."

Henson's smile faltered, and he gave an enhancing gaze.

"Do you want to do it or not? Do you want to be subjugated to the same treatment?"

The cold words scared them giving them a shiver so didn't dare to hesitate anymore.

If anyone dares to play hero, I will crush their balls and gauge their eyes out of them!" Henson shouted looking around at the group of people on the other side who stepped back in fear of hearing his blatant provocation.

This guy seemed like he was a bully and a sinister bastard to the core who liked to take joy in others' suffering.

Though he flaunts his power, his strength is much weaker and he must be a bottom dweller in his second year his ego is too big to accept this and to fuel his so-called ego, he looks for a weakling 1st-year student without any prominent background and bully them until he is satisfied.

Once satisfied with the current toy, he goes around looking for another toy.

Though his strength was weaker, his family held a great deal of authority. Last time, a bullied person snitched him for which he was punished. He stepped back at the time but after a week it was found that the student's house was burnt, his parent's business was ruined and they were forced to beg on the road.

"Such a vicious bastard"

"Stop watching and wake him up."

"Yes..."The two boys nodded with a slight hesitation and unzipped their pants to let the hot water gush out.

The boy blinked and suddenly woke and yelled as he felt hot water dripping on him but he trembled as he saw a group of people who were standing before him and were looking at him, giving him a menacing look.

They smiled evilly seeing him tremble in fear.

Waking up from his stupor, he raised his trembling hands, joined it, begged for mercy, and said, "Lord..., please don't beat me. I will do everything you say, please leave me alone. I am just a commoner who doesn't value anything so, please...."

Crying frantically, he jumped up to hold Henson's legs who in panic, kicked him away with a bridge force.

BANG!

Henson forgot to hold back, didn't control his strength, and sent the boy flying over the rooftop railing which is the height of the ground floor.

"Holyshit!"

"Boss!"The two boys screamed with panicked expressions, seeing the boy falling down the roof. Whether he was dead or alive was unknown.

Henson's eyes widened with horror as he knew that if the boy died, things might get worse.

"Let's run away."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Falling from the height of the 1st story, the boy screamed out loudly and wrapped his arms around his head to protect it.

BANG!

With a loud thud, his soft body slammed onto the ground. He might have managed to protect his head but in doing so, his hands had snapped out at an odd angle.

His mouth was opened wide but no voice emerged from his lips and soon his eyes blinking for a few moments closed.

Soon, drops of rain poured from the sky, drenching and washing away the blood soaking the ground.

The sky was raged on by thunder and fierce billows of clattering clouds below which the boy choking up on his own blood suddenly opened his eyes.