In the middle of an abandoned warehouse, a man in his early to mid-twenties was seated and bound to a chair, bloody and covered in cuts and bruises, cursing while surrounded by five people.
The five people he trusted most in the world. His Best friends, his lover, and the one who hurt him the most, his brother.
"I promise you this... no matter what... no matter what it takes, I will ruin all of you," Anderson spoke with a raspy and weak voice.
"All you had to do was sign your shares away, but you just had to make things difficult," his best friend Damian said, and he held Anderson by his hair and gave him a small smack on the cheek.
"It doesn't matter that the will was already changed, just shoot him already," His lover, Angelica, said with a sigh as she held an envelope in her hand.
"Yeah, yeah... It's been fun, Anderson. You help this business grow in ways I never thought possible...but you shouldn't have gotten greedy," Damina said with a wide grin as he held the gun to Anderson's head.
Right as he was about to pull the trigger, Anderson's brother Michael stepped forward and grabbed the gun.
"Let me do it if he is going to die, at least let a family member be the last person he sees," Michael said with a small laugh.
"Michael...after everything I did for you...and this is how it ends, killing your own brother," Anderson said
"God, I have always hated you. Can you shut up and die quietly?" Michael said as he gripped the gun
"Fine, but remember this, no matter what, you will suffer for all you did to me, be it in this life...or the next...you will all suffer," Anderson said, wanting to yell but finding himself unable to
"Yeah, but I don't believe in this karma bullshit," Michael said with a grin as he pulled the trigger.
BANG!
As the gunshot rang out, Anderson felt a moment of pain, then nothing. All he felt, saw, and heard was that darkness. It felt like an eternity, but time no longer made sense.
And he remained that way until he heard a voice, a deep, raspy, and guttural voice that would have made his bones shiver, his blood curdle, and his skin form goosebumps if he had a body.
"Yes, such malice and anger within one soul. A person in humanity's truest form...Tell me, boy, does your desire for revenge still burn as hot as the day you died?" the voice asked.
"Of course," Anderson replied without a voice but with desire.
"Good... I will give you that revenger you pray for, must you must provide me a good show in return...make sure it is a spectacular for me,' the voice laughed as something changed.
The darkness that he had become accustomed to began to change, and a small red light appeared in the distance.
As the light slowly got closer, growing brighter, Anderson relived his memories of the day he was kidnapped, tortured for days by the people he loved, then killed.
With each passing memory, Anderson felt his rage go stronger, more potent, until he released a primal scream, a scream of suppressed anger and sadness.
Releasing the scream, Anderson opened his eyes and saw daylight.
Letting out a breath, Anderson slowly sat up, and he held his head. As the sunlight and warmth enveloped his body, Anderosn felt a brief moment of calm and peace before he heard a robotic voice ring out in his head, and a crimson red screen with black writing appeared before him.
[Demonic Warth System Activated]
[New host Registered: Anderson Blackwood]
[True Desire: The fall and despair of those who betrayed him]
"Warth system...so it wasn't a dream...my death...that voice," Anderson said as he read the screen.
"Warth system...what are you, are you related to that voice or something else?"
[My creator spoke to you, yes. I am here as an aid to help you adjust to your new abilities and your desires]
"My new abilities?" Anderson asked, confused by what the system meant
[Yes, you are not in your old world; you are in one filled with players, monsters, and much more]
"Wait, not in my world...you said I would get my revenge, how can I get that if I'm not in my world?!" Anderson asked as he stood up and clenched his fist
[You will get your revenge. Open your phone by your bedside stand]
Taking a moment to breathe, Anderson grabbed the phone and opened it. Seeing it on a new app, Anderson began scrolling, but it wasn't even a moment before he stopped and clenched his phone in anger.
[Americas #1 Ranker Michael Walker, The Storm Harbinger, and the Starborn Guild completed another successful raid with no injured party members]
[Americas #2 Ranker Angelica Cooper, The Saint of Babylon, is to thank for all party members returning]
"...Tell me more about this world you've brought me to," Anderson said, his eyes glowing a dim red as he saw the photo of Michael with his hand wrapped around Angelica's waist, and Damian standing next to them with an arrogant smile.
[A/N: Hello reader, I hope you enjoy the story. This chapter is slighty short because its the prolouge but the next chapters will be longer]