Rivas was a local high-school bully.

A 17-year-old kid with a good physique and athletic qualities. A person with a bright future, if worked hard, could get into any of the sports colleges he wanted to. In fact, if you look at him for the first time, you might even misjudge him as an adult in his early 20s. He had a blessed physique.

Though rather than using that gifted physique for any of the sports that were present at their school, instead, he focused all of his energy in asserting dominance and making connections with the local gangs around the area. He knew all the thugs, all the druggies and somehow even managed to connect with the mafia that usually spited the local gangsters.

Working hard at it, in time, he made his name synonymous with the local gangsters and thugs, making most of the neighbourhood steer clear of him, especially because of how rash he was. People who knew him began fearing him, fueling his ego even more than his ambitions grew, and so did his dirty deeds.

He wasn't always like that, though.

The young Rivas, once upon a time, was one of the brightest and kindest of the kids of his age. He had ambitions to become a doctor and then cure all sorts of diseases, saving people all over the world. Though sadly and ironically, the dojo, where his father sent him to learn Judo in order to protect himself from any forms of physical threat, became the very place where his direction of upbringing flipped upside down.

Constant bullying and harassment in the dojo, he was put down, barely able to tend himself. The hatred inside him grew, shifting his growth direction from a kind and loving child to a cold and vengeful guy who would spite almost every person he would meet.

His ideals changed from being a doctor to being a gangster who would put down everyone else with his connections and power. His inspiration was one of the high-end mafia bosses who once beat down everyone in the dojo with his gang without even lifting a finger.

The sight of such dominance fascinated Rivas, making him imagine himself in that mafia boss' place someday.

Using the skills he already had, he used them all to take control of the weaker students in his class first, making them his henchmen before soon turning the entire school his den. Though because it was often cramped with 'wimpy' kids, he had chosen this abandoned factory as a main base.

This was also the place where he did all sorts of drug deals and extortion, soon planning to expand it into a racket even. Though he needed to conquer the other rackets in the city before he could put his plans into motion.

Still… with time, he was able to expand it into a somewhat makeshift idealistic structure. A place where he felt like a king, where he would rule everyone below him. His aim slowly shifted from the local neighbourhood to the entire city someday.

It was a carefully planned aim. One that made Rivas carefully consider each of his steps. From bribing the local police to turning a blind eye to making sure not to interfere in the work of a stronger gang, Rivas cautiously but surely moved one step at a time.

Everything seemed perfect.

Yet…

It crumbled down.

All of it crumbled down.

At the hands of a single man.

-Bam!!!

"Is that the best you, got? Come on now. Since I had heard that you were strong, I expected a lot from you. Please don't disappoint me," the man in the hoodie spoke in a disappointed tone. There was dissatisfaction in his words, his figure standing there unamused as he looked at the fallen, groaning bodies of the dozen men around him.

Just… how? How is it possible?!! Rivas couldn't believe what he was looking at. Even though everything had happened just in front of him, it was hard to believe. It was impossible to believe.

Unlike the dojo men, where one usually defeated, at most, two others with raw power, or the gangsters, who relied on the power of numbers and weapons, the person in front of him… was alone.

He came by himself, put down everyone who came at him with ease, and even after that, didn't look half as tired as Rivas was after a bunch of exchanges.

That was not all. Including the men who were stationed outside, this guy has taken care of at least 30 men by himself. Yet, despite the exhaustion that should have come hours ago, was not visible at all on his face.

Monster. Was all Rivas could think of right now. Things that were seemingly impossible were done by this man with a half-hearted attempt.

"Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do wrong to you?" Rivas asked, trying to understand the reasoning behind this attack. The reason behind his demise. Perhaps it would have been fine if he had been defeated by a gang or a bunch of skilled people at once, but this… this was far too ridiculous for him.

"Why, huh? Should I mention the girl you once killed and buried behind this factory? Or should I recall the old man who committed suicide after you burned his wife and shop? Perhaps I should just say about the previous principal's daughter that you guys… well. The list is endless. Though honestly, even though you are a scumbag whom I had killed anyway, today's reasons weren't any of that," the man in the hoodie said, a chilling tone sending a shiver down his spine.

"The reason for today is the drug deal that you guys have just tapped into. Count it as your bad luck. And of course, the karma for all the shit that you pulled up right now," he added, making Rivas gulp as that man now moved closer to him, his gaze locked onto him.

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