Before Nic attacked, Droth laughed.
"Honestly, I didn't expect that the raven was actually the person I've been looking for all along... isn't this fascinating?" Droth said.
Nic just remained silent, then prepared to throw the potion he had created.
Droth drew his sword. "A potion, huh? A joke. Do you think I'm like Toxic, who would easily be destroyed by a mere concoction? I AM IMMUNE!!"
Droth walked toward Nic. Nic immediately threw the potion at him, but Droth ignored it and charged through, slashing at Nic's body.
Nic's body was grazed and bleeding, but Droth was surprised because he felt Nic was like him.
"You... you can also withstand pain? This is truly fate. Ah, it seems like a good idea if I recruit you." Droth's face looked maniacal.
What Droth didn't realize was that the potion that hit him was beginning to seep into his body, and it was something he would regret.
Nic wiped the blood from his chest, then looked at the blood on his hand with a vacant gaze. "Hmm, do you think killing is fun?"
Droth tilted his head. "It is truly fun," he said with a passionate smile.
Then the scene shifted to Droth's childhood flashback.
Droth was born into a cruel, generational mafia family. They possessed immense wealth, enough to control several territories at the time.
When Droth was still a child, he was immediately forced into a one-on-one fight with a child his age. Droth won easily, but the horrifying thing was that Droth killed the child. Instead of panicking, Droth smiled with satisfaction, especially when his family cheered.
Year after year passed, and Droth continued to grow into a ruthless villain. He began to learn cunning and manipulative traits, then heavily abused drugs, causing his body to completely change, no longer like a normal human. His body stopped feeling pain.
And several years later, Droth was caught by the Southern Country for smuggling goods there, until he was finally imprisoned. The crazy part was that Droth massacred the other inmates in the prison brutally until he was put into solitary confinement and scheduled for execution.
Droth secretly carried a knife into his isolation cell, and out of boredom, he carved a bloody red dragon into his chest. It was at that moment that he conceived of the Red Dragon organization.
When he was released from solitary confinement, Droth rebelled again and massacred the guards who were escorting him. Fortunately for him, his family arrived and helped him escape the South.
Back to the present moment.
"Ahh... thinking back on the past, I've slaughtered so many people. And you know what? It was... truly wonderfully satisfying~" Droth said with a passionate and crazy look on his face.
But seconds later, as Droth was speaking, Nic darted forward, snatched Droth's sword, and stabbed his stomach, but avoided his vital points.
Droth froze.
"....? KHHHKK!!" Droth vomited blood, and for the first time in his life, he felt pain return.
He knelt weakly, looking at the ground with blood constantly pouring from his mouth. He stared at the blood flowing out, and he started to feel pain.
"What!? What the hell... it hurts so much... damn it..." Droth said, looking at Nic.
Then Nic kicked Droth's face, sending him flying and sprawling.
His body seemed to be experiencing pain for the very first time, making it feel excruciatingly painful.
"Are you ready?" Nic asked, pulling the sword that was still lodged in Droth's body.
"Ughh... why are my limbs so weak, bastard!! This is weird... huh? Don't tell me that potion... DAMN YOU!" Droth tried to get up even though his body was constantly throbbing with pain.
Droth took out his pistol, but before he could shoot, Nic cut off Droth's wrist that was holding the gun, making him scream hysterically in increasing pain, gripping his wrist with his other hand.
"AGHHHHHH!!!! IT HURTS!! FUCKK!!!" Droth struggled to breathe and bit his lip until it bled because he couldn't stand it.
"Hey... get up. You said you were immune, right? Come on, get up," Nic approached with a cold look.
The drone above continued to broadcast the event, making the viewers tense and feel Nic's brutality.
Alexa, who saw her adoptive father like that, felt strange. As far as she knew, Droth was truly as strong as a bloodthirsty monster, but in front of Nic, Droth was like a helpless ant that Nic constantly crushed.
Nic took Droth's pistol and aimed at him.
"H-hey... you know!? I wasn't the one who did everything!! I was just ordered!! I swear!! Please forgive me!!" Droth pleaded, hoping Nic would spare him.
But Nic's reply was, "Disgusting."
BANG BANG BANG.
Nic shot Droth's shoulder, thigh, and hip. This tormented him even more, making him truly unable to bear it. Nic kept torturing him without immediately killing him.
"KEGGHHHH JUST KILL ME, BASTARD! DAMN YOU!! YOU DAMN RAVEN!! YOU BASTARDTTT!!!" Droth screamed and started to lose control as the pain crept throughout his entire body.
Since Nic was disgusted with Droth's face, he used God of Dictator to forcibly make him stand up. Droth's body obeyed, making him confused and increasingly afraid as he watched Nic take a stance with the sword.
"Y-you... bastard... I'LL WAIT FOR YOU IN HELL!!"
Slashh... Nic slashed Droth's neck, severing his head, which fell to the ground.
"Death."
Nic said, then remained silent for a moment.
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The scene shifted to when Nic was a child.
He was a quiet child who secretly wanted to interact but was too shy, so he chose to remain silent. But this was what made him often teased by children his age.
But Nic's parents were always there for him. They encouraged him every day. Even when Nic's grades were bad, they always said Nic was great. And when Nic was bullied, his parents were his shield.
Even when Nic accidentally stepped in a puddle, splashing a girl's clothes, and Nic was almost hit, his mother protected Nic, and she was the one who got hit. This made Nic angry and want to fight back, but his mother shook her head with a smile.
At that moment, Nic promised to make them happy and, in turn, always protect them when he grew up.
But that promise was gone now. Nic was too busy with his own world that he forgot there was a more important priority, which made him blame himself.
Nic threw the sword at the drone, stopping the broadcast. Nic, who was initially standing, suddenly fell weakly to his knees on the ground. He gritted his teeth, then cried loudly. Nic was truly frustrated.
"I'm sorry... Father... Mother... this is my fault... I'm sorry..." Nic said, his eyes streaming with tears.
His heart was truly shattered, and slowly, the God of Evil began to fade, but the Zeta system experienced another error.
[ MASTER NIC? THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT, PLEASE CALM DOWN ]
But Nic didn't listen to Zeta again, causing the system to experience strange distortion.
[ MASTER NIC... Hmm, no. I hope Master Nic remains strong, I hope you continue to be confident ]
And all of Nic's effects and skills disappeared. Zeta's presence felt thin inside Nic.
But in his heart, Nic only muttered, "So you're leaving too, Zeta? Maybe this is for the best...? I don't know, I'm a mess."
And finally, Nic fainted on the spot from exhaustion.
To be continued...