Bang, bang, bang!

Such noises could be heard as I run frantically within the compound. My breath panting and trying it's best to inhale as much as possible while my sweat makes my appearance looks like I just got drenched by the rain.

"Don't stop chasing! He is a dangerous man! Stop his movements at all costs!"

A voice just a little far behind me shouted. I don't even need to turn around to know who they are. A gunshot echoed once again as a bullet hit the ground just a few inches beside my feet, creating some sparks.

What's chasing me currently are cops from the finest of the stations of this city. About 20 of them are running after me for an hour now. Their breaths so haggard already. But they haven't stopped at all. Rather, the can't think of even stopping me. And I kinda know the reason why.

I took out my handy-dandy Barreta pistol and shot a bullet behind me with just a single turn. I hear a scream which was followed by a halt of the steps from them running. I only meant that as a distraction but I suppose my luck is just on my side.

That's right. I'm a criminal. A wanted one at that.

I took the chance of them taking care of their comrade to widen the gap between us. I don't even care if I killed the guy or not. I don't have time to do so. My legs kept on running. My breath more erratic in every second as I dashed.

I know I'm exhausted. But I can't really stop.

I cursed my luck. How did this happen? I know it was just a normal life for me at first. I didn't thought that this will happen at all.

When I was a teenager, I was pretty successful. I was able to use my brains to make successful relationships. I already know that life is pointless and trashy. That even if we do everything we can, it's still pointless. After all, we're all just gonna die. Forgotten and alone under the earth. Nobody would remember us. It's not because of emotion or caring. It's because it's simple human instinct.

I learned of this when my mother died. My mother was my everything. She was the only one that perhaps, actually cared for me. She knew what was best and was even willing to sacrifice herself if she needs to. She helped everyone despite our poverty. She did everything for us to live properly and happily.

But when she died, I can tell. At the funeral, no one really took it seriously. People saying "they'll help me" yet no one talked to me at all the days after the burial. My father hasn't existed for me. My mother was known as a mistress of his for a long time. I never knew my father's name, nor his face. He was that useless to me as a parent. He didn't even entered the funeral. He literally forgot us.

Perhaps such is why nobody took us seriously. Everyone only saw my mother as a "whore". One that is ready to give her body away to some old man. That's maybe why I never knew my grandparents. They must have forgotten their own daughter as well.

Thus, I was left alone. I used the remaining money from mom to give her an appropriate funeral. After all, she requires it at least, having done everything to raise me as a proper child.

Thus I took my chances and went to look for work to various places. Obviously, it's almost impossible for a scrawny 10 year old such as myself. I went to stores, events, bars, and even illegal work. Everything, for the sake of my survival.

The only job I was able to take was being a comfort room cleaner in an old hooked's bar. A bit ridiculous if I say so myself but it was a necessity. Things such as fetuses and vomit were frequent after all. I could even see sometimes people not having any decency and having sex there.

But those were not my concern. All I knew was that I needed money, and I had the chance.

I immediately went to school afterwards. I was 4th grade when mom died and I was forced to stop.

But not this time. I realized in a young age that despite that education is pointless in our daily life, it is useful for it's benefits. I studied as hard as I can, going to the library in my spare time in school and taking notes of the next grade year.

I remembered something from the news in the past. A kid was able to move to college thanks to his knowledge and high potential intellect. I thought that maybe, I can do it too? Obviously, it wasn't the same level as the one in the news. I was a kid after all. I had my limits. But it was more than enough. I stayed in the library and kept on advance learning for 7 months. I stayed away from the bullies that saw my weak body and kept on learning. Thanks to this, I became alone and others became the targets of these fools.

But I don't care. Doing these made me graduate elementary in the age of 11.

I used my ability of judging people and became "friends" with potential rich men. I became their work-holder and did everything they wanted. But I didn't care. I took advantage of this in fact and changed the turn the next five months.

Within those five months, I studied all of them. I learnt of their weaknesses and strengths. I was able to discern the difference and the various factions within the school. I knew that business isn't something that everyone can easily cooperate. What mattered was just competition between all of them. To have the highest income of them all.

I found the ones highest ranked and decided to make sides. I madden conversations to have their various groups get interested in hanging out with their friends. Then I used the oppportunities to use my smarts on the owners "accidentally". I was thus deemed "wise and clever" and got invited to becoming an advisor despite their heir's reluctance.

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8 of the businessmen's heirs within the school became three after a week. Afterwards, I made the three companies become allied with each other to my convenience.

I became rich in the age of 12.

Obviously, It made it clear that I am not supposed to stay in my current lodgings. But I was still thankful to those women that helped me reach my goal. I gave them half of my income and left with a peace of mind. I'm sure that they didn't use the money for good but instead bought drugs for their business though. But that is none of my concern now.

I was able to move in a decent house using connections I learned while I was searching for jobs. People knew me in apartment 347 as a kid being sent money from abroad by my mother. I obviously paid someone to act as a parent. It took some time to get a good one though. I can't possibly find people that would be switched time and time again thanks to their stupidity, correct?

I was successfully able to have a good life in high school and rack up some money for myself. I entered business in the age of 18. I was able to become one of the largest growing companies in a blink of an eye. Before I knew it, I was supposed to meet up with a new partner others have recommended to me.

I went to Japan with such an intention. Brimming with pride, I entered Tokyo tower privately, not expecting whom I would meet there.

The owner of the company introduced himself as my father. He said that he noticed my movements quite odd and took it upon himself to have some people check my every move. Once he saw my achievements at a your age, he made me come there and have myself under him. For "guidance" he said. For the sake of "family-bonding" he said.

However, I didn't think. Rather, I was empty. For the first time, I didn't knew what to do. I never expected it. Before I realized it, my mouth spoke the words I wanted to hear from him from the start.

"What did you think of mother? Why did you leave us? And why didn't you helped me in my greatest peril?"

His answer wasn't even finished yet but it made me lose sight of who I am immediately.

"Oh, that whore?-"

I punched him on the face. His bodyguards on the side was about to intervene but I moved first and took my own pistol to shoot them straight to the head. Which was simple since they were barely inches away anyway.

And for the gun, I was a 18 years old, money racking teenager that is famous in the world of business. What kind of moron would not have a weapon?

"Y-you dare to punch your own father?! This is not an act of a businessman anymore! You're now a criminal!"

He scramped as I carried him by his neck. I was sure I wasn't able to show an expression other than just pure rage.

"If I'm a criminal then so be it. Because you are a dead man."

Realizing what I meant, he screamed for his life. But it was too late. I used every bit of strength my 18 year old boy barely made and threw him out of Tokyo tower.

After the commotion, I returned to my senses. I realized what I have done. My hands were stained by blood. I was overcome by fear. I heard the screams below. I know that anytime soon, I will be caught by the police.

Perhaps if I accepted my fate, I would have an easier situation than right now. I would have gotten a lighter sentence by using pleads and my intelligence.

But instead, I did the very first stupid thing I have ever done in my entire life.

I ran and hid for it.

I wasn't able to use my money as my face filled the news. I lived on the unknown alleys to hide. I wasn't able to eat though thanks to my face being shown to everyone in the world. After all, killing a multi-billionaire would do exactly that.

Before long, I became desperate. My hunger became the better of me. I still had my gun and my pocket knife. I wore a parka hood that I saw hanging on someone's house and sought to find ways to eat. I saw a group of people one day. Two people at the back being a couple. In their hands holding what seemingly is a chocolate cake. In front of them is a man walking awkwardly like he was out of place.

I deduced that if I attacked the couple, I wouldn't have a problem. After all, the man wouldn't help them. If a man that is out of place just enters a group, he wouldn't stay and help at all. Rather, if one's out of place then it must mean that they must not be close to the other. Thus in conclusion, I should succeed.

Now that I remember it, I could have just asked them. To justify myself, I'll once again say it. I was desperate and I forgot what was my forte.

I lunged for an attack. But just mere milliseconds before the boy behind could be stabbed, the man in front blocked my knife.

I was stunned. I didn't expect such a situation. The man shouted "run!" And run they did. I considered shooting with my gun since silent killing is pointless now. But then, I stopped after seeing them already so away. I must have been gone out of it for so long.

I was once again left with a dead body. Luckily, it's just one. What was I saying...? Just one body? It was clear that my conscience was destroyed and my sanity was questioned. But that wasn't really on my mind. I was more disappointed at myself. A chance has fled and a guy just died like a here. Yay. But now, how must I satisfy my hunger?

I noticed a rat moving at the side and quickly stabbed it like a madman. Then with my bare hands, ripped it open as it screamed with it's squeaky voice. But I didn't bother and continued tearing it apart with my hard teeth from it's hind legs, to it's tail, to it's torso and front legs. Fortunately, the ordeal only lasted for a few seconds. Fun fact: Rats are actually easy to bite through if you're hungry.

I took the man's money. I can't take other things since it would most likely be clues against me. So I simply took the money. Since the one in my wallet was pointless in that place after all.

I thought of this kill was my last at that time. It didn't took long before I was forced to kill again.

I became known in Saitama as a ruthless criminal. Somehow killing and yet despite the unclean killings, is able to hide the tracks so well. It was only because I killed to survive. Nothing more, nothing less. What others life was pointless to me. I only valued my own.

But I definitely became stupid. I actually have more options to chose to survive. But I chose the worst route. The reason? It was simple.

I became fascinated by killing. At first, I was just guilty and amazed. But slowly, that guilt disappeared and that amazed expression became awestruck. I never expected people to actually kill themselves for the sake of others so much. I never knew why people that never even bothered to interact suddenly protecting. It fascinated me to no end.

After three years, the yakuza was able to contact me and threatened me after seeing my capabilities. However, I was already clearly insane. I destroyed what's most important to their group like it's nothing. Yet despite that, I still had more in my sleeves.

After asking me what was it that I needed, I told them that I required papers to leave the country. Japan has become aware of me and thus my safety here isn't guaranteed anymore. Of course, airports aren't an option anymore so I made another way of leaving.

I smuggled myself by sea and left via China. Honestly, it seemed so easy. Perhaps my time of three years didn't made them expect me to leave all of a sudden.

So I, now 22 years old, has returned to my own country once again.