《BAD SYSTEM》 Awakening of the system Somewhere in Japan, in a house as large as a mansion and as elegant as a castle, an unusual commotion shook the walls. A little girl, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed with excitement, was running everywhere. Her voice echoed through the halls: "Dad! Hiro''s eyes... they''re all blue!" In the living room, a man, absorbed in his newspaper, suddenly looked up. The paper slipped from his hands, and he leapt from his chair, eyes wide with shock. "In your room?!" he exclaimed, panic creeping into his voice. The little girl, still excited, nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes! We were playing and..." She didn''t have time to finish. The man hurried up the stairs, his footsteps thundering. When he reached the door of the room, he paused for a moment, out of breath. Then, with a quick motion, he opened it. He saw him. Hiro, the boy, was sitting on the floor, motionless. His eyes were fixed on an invisible point, as though he was seeing something no one else could perceive. What stood out was the bright blue light emanating from his eyes, illuminating the entire room with an otherworldly glow. The father put a hand to his mouth, a mix of awe and excitement flooding his mind. "He''s awakening..." he murmured, almost speechless. Marine, the little girl, silently approached him from behind. She stopped, fascinated, and stared at Hiro, her mouth slightly open in wonder. "Brother... is he going to become an executor?" she whispered softly. The father, unable to contain his enthusiasm, let out a nervous laugh. "Not just any executor, Marine... He will be great. Immense! HAHAHA!" Without wasting a second, he turned to his daughter. "Stay here and watch over your brother. I need to make an important call!" He quickly disappeared, his heart racing. Meanwhile, Marine slowly approached Hiro, captivated by the blue light in his eyes. "Brother..." she murmured, full of hope, unaware that this moment marked the beginning of a tragedy. ---This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. At the beginning of the 20th century, the world plunged into unimaginable chaos. The portals of hell, sealed for centuries, suddenly opened, unleashing hordes of demons upon Earth. In a single day, one-third of humanity disappeared. Human weapons were useless against this apocalypse. But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope appeared. Humans, chosen by a mysterious entity known as the System, were granted supernatural powers to fight the demons. They were called Executors, the protectors of humanity. However, among them, a rare category stood out: the Born Executors. Chosen by the System from conception, these beings possessed immense potential. When a Born Executor was born, every Executor received a message from the System, announcing the birth of a unique hope. The message specified the child''s location, considered the greatest hope of their generation. But this birth came at a terrible price: no mother of a Born Executor had ever survived.
System Notification: A Born Executor has awakened. Location: Japan.
The moment the message appeared, hundreds of Executors around the world looked up, stunned. Wherever they were¡ªon skyscrapers, in deserts, or in the midst of battles¡ªthey all understood that a new hope had been born. Hiro was that Born Executor, the only one of his century. He instantly became a national treasure, protected by the Japanese government and surrounded by unimaginable privileges. His father, marked by the death of his wife after Hiro''s birth, found new hope and dedicated his life to preparing his son to become the ultimate weapon against the demons. Like the Born Executors before him, Hiro, at the dawn of his seventh year, was about to receive his power, the one that would make him the hero of his generation. --- A few minutes after Hiro''s father''s call, an impressive scene unfolded in front of the mansion. A line of luxury cars, followed by police vehicles, stopped in complete silence. The sirens flashed, but no sound disturbed the heavy air of tension. The door of the central limousine opened, and a man with a commanding presence stepped out. It was the Prime Minister himself, dressed in a black tuxedo, walking with confidence, but a glimmer of urgency in his eyes. Ishida, Hiro''s father, was waiting at the threshold, his hands trembling and his face marked by anxiety. He bowed deeply. "G-Good morning, Mr. Prime Minister... I... I didn''t expect you to come in person." The Prime Minister gave him a reassuring smile, but his features remained serious. "How could I miss such an important event? This is not just a moment for Japan, but for the whole world." Ishida nodded, uncomfortable, and stepped aside to let the most powerful man in the country enter, accompanied by his guards and advisors. "Take us to him. We must witness the awakening." --- Inside the room, Hiro was still frozen, his eyes glowing with an intense blue light, like a flame in the darkness. He saw only the blue platform floating before him, like an unreal projection. "Is it true... Am I really going to receive a power? Am I going to become a hero..." he thought, his heart pounding faster despite the pain. The platform recounted the history of the Executors, from their first awakenings to the present. But suddenly, something changed.
[ ... To fight the threat, the chosen ones were selected, along with the chosen one among the chosen. Congratulations, you have been named... ]
The blue light flickered, like a screen disturbed by interference. Then it turned red. Hiro felt an indescribable tension fill his body.
[ Congratulations, you... ]
[ Congratulations... ]
The words alternated between blue and red, as if the System hesitated. The air around him became suffocating. An unbearable pressure crushed his chest. Suddenly, the platform turned completely red and displayed words completely different from before:
Special skill: None Arbitrary penalties: Internal damage (permanent) Internal pain (permanent) Incurable disease (permanent)
It was then that the scream pierced the silence: "DAD!" In the hallway, Ishida and the others stopped dead in their tracks, their hearts frozen with panic. Ishida rushed to the room, followed by the Prime Minister and his guards. Inside, Hiro suddenly collapsed, his body convulsing violently. A massive amount of blood poured from his mouth, splattering the floor. The Prime Minister, usually calm, recoiled, shocked. Ishida fell to his knees, screaming his son''s name. Hiro, in the darkness of his mind, felt his last breath escape. ----- I¡¯d love to hear your thoughts! Please feel free to leave a comment or review ¨C your feedback helps me improve and motivates me to continue writing! Chapter 2: Waste of time A Month of Silence A month had passed since the incident, and the world was reacting vehemently as news of Hiro, the Born Executor, spread. The Born Executor was supposed to be the pinnacle of humanity, someone with extraordinary abilities. Yet, the first Born Executor from Asia, Hiro, found himself in a deep coma, his condition a mysterious puzzle that defied explanation. ¨C Hahaha, this is priceless, the best of the best is in a coma. ¨C If that¡¯s the savior of humanity, I¡¯m not so sure. ¨C It doesn¡¯t matter, as long as D13 is here, you have nothing to fear, you weaklings. ¨C What did we expect from Asia, really? ¨C Isn¡¯t that a bit racist, dude? ¨C No, but in five centuries, Born Executors have appeared on every continent except Asia, it does make you wonder. ¨C Because of this pathetic guy, assholes like you are talking bad about my country. The global social networks were buzzing, but in the wrong way. Speculations ran wild, with some condemning the situation and others demanding answers. However, the Japanese authorities had decided to keep the matter under wraps, offering only fragmented information. --- In a room at Keio Hospital in Tokyo, Hiro lay in a medical bed, surrounded by high-tech equipment. Machines beeped softly, indicating that he was still alive, but his condition remained precarious. Four healing-type Executors stood around him, constantly casting buffs in an attempt to stabilize his condition. These healers were among the best in the country, but even they seemed out of their depth. One of them, a woman with a focused expression, murmured: ¡°How is this possible?¡± ¡°I still can¡¯t understand¡­ How can someone be in such a critical state?¡± The other healers nodded silently, unable to answer the question. No matter how much they tried to treat his internal organs, within minutes, everything would revert to an unrecognizable state. The injuries seemed to regenerate in strange, incomprehensible ways. And the worst part was, they didn¡¯t even understand the nature of his suffering. ¡°If this is the cost of his system, then his special abilities must be on another level, right?¡± suggested one healer, his face marked by frustration. A heavy silence fell over the room, everyone waiting for an answer, but none had one. Suddenly, a faint sound broke the tension. A barely perceptible movement of Hiro¡¯s hand. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, his eyes opened.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. What... where am I? Hiro was waking up gradually, his senses still numb from the long coma. All he could see were blurry figures. Fragments of conversations reached his ears, but everything seemed unreal, as if the world around him no longer made sense. The pain coursing through his body was so intense that the thought of death almost seemed preferable. ¡°The Minister¡­ contact him¡­¡± ¡°He¡¯s finally waking up¡­¡± The voices merged, indistinct. Hiro could only focus on one thing: the pain. The excruciating pain that consumed every fiber of his being. --- The commotion in the room increased. The news that Hiro had finally woken up spread like wildfire. There was no doubt about Hiro¡¯s importance¡ªhe was humanity¡¯s hope. But for him, the reality was very different. He was a prisoner of his own pain, and all he wanted was for it to stop. Two hours later, in the same hospital room, his father, Mr. Ishida, and his sister, Marine, rushed in, visibly shaken. The Minister and other officials were gathered around his bed. Hiro, still stoic, showed no emotion. He seemed present, yet absent at the same time. Marine rushed to him, crying uncontrollably: ¡°Hiro... Hiro...¡± She sobbed, unable to hold back her grief. Hiro looked at her, but all he could feel was the pain. His father, on the other hand, remained frozen, his gaze vacant. He didn¡¯t move, as if his soul had left his body. The others, concerned, watched the scene in silence, but none truly understood what was happening in Mr. Ishida¡¯s mind. Hiro focused on his own suffering, trying to hide it from everyone. But the screams in his mind wouldn¡¯t stop. The internal pain, the incurable illness, all of it swirling into a vortex of agony. His thoughts turned to the one thing that kept him alive: his sister. Marine... He thought of her, his sister, the only person he had left. She was his strength, the only reason he hadn¡¯t succumbed to the pain. Although his father was present, he felt, in some way, that he would never see this man again. The Minister, having observed the heavy atmosphere, stepped forward and spoke, his usual smile still present, though less sincere. ¡°Hiro, you seem to be getting better, despite everything you¡¯ve been through.¡± Really? thought Hiro. He forced himself to nod, trying to respond with simple words while concealing the pain that bubbled inside him. The conversation began, but it only added to his agony. The Minister, aware of the situation, finally asked the question that burned on everyone¡¯s lips: ¡°Hiro, what happened that day, during your awakening?¡± Hiro forced a faint smile, hiding the pain that consumed him. This is where it all ends. He explained, in excruciating detail, what he had experienced. His words struck the others like a thunderclap. Marine, the Minister, and even his father were left speechless, their eyes wide with shock. Hiro¡¯s revelations were so unbelievable that none of them knew how to react. Marine had her hands over her mouth, sobbing. After hearing Hiro¡¯s explanation, she understood that her brother was currently suffering with every fiber of his being. What was most bewildering was that Hiro showed no signs of pain, he just appeared a bit tired. His father, meanwhile, had wide eyes, but his overall expression was still vacant, even though tears streamed down his face. One of the officials, visibly shaken, nervously intervened: ¡°No, there must be a mistake, a red system? There¡¯s never been a case like this before¡­ Maybe¡­ yes, maybe this involves a special class in...¡± He didn¡¯t have time to finish his sentence before the Minister, now visibly calmer, interrupted: ¡°Sakura, check this.¡± Sakura, the head of the Rose Guild, was known for her ability to analyze hunters¡¯ abilities with 99.9% accuracy. Needless to say, she was reliable. She stepped in front of Hiro and activated her power.
Skill: Truth Eye activated
Her eyes widened as she scanned Hiro¡¯s data. What she saw left her speechless. Every detail she analyzed matched Hiro¡¯s words. No special abilities. Instead, there were horrible, devastating penalties. The young woman felt an overwhelming sense of unease. Then suddenly, her eyes snapped away from the screen. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead as her legs trembled, seeming ready to give out at any moment. A hesitant and tense expression appeared on her face, as if she had seen something she shouldn¡¯t have. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± The Minister, clearly unsettled, approached her. ¡°What... what happened?¡± Sakura, her voice trembling, handed a tablet to the Minister. ¡°Look for yourself.¡± The Minister took the tablet and scanned the report. Within minutes, his expression changed dramatically. The smile had vanished, replaced by an icy coldness. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy. He looked at Hiro, then slowly turned his gaze toward Mr. Ishida, whose gaunt appearance only heightened the discomfort. ... The Minister looked at his luxury watch, which could easily be worth millions of yen, then turned and walked, dignified but cold, toward the exit of the hospital room. He whispered softly, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear: ¡°Waste of time!¡± So, this was the value of a Born Executor without powers... A waste of time. Chapter 3: Want to see more Haha¡­ thinking about the past in a situation like this... It feels like I''m carrying half the world''s problems on my shoulders. ¡°When did it all go wrong?¡± I murmured with a wry smile before spitting out another mouthful of blood. How long has it been now? Oh, right¡­ nine years. Nine long years of staring at the same walls, the same white coats, the same soulless faces. No home, no life¡ªjust this hospital bed. But at least books were there to keep me company. Suddenly, a violent wave of nausea hit me. ¡°Bwaaah!¡± I coughed up another mouthful of blood. It wasn¡¯t anything new¡ªit was almost second nature by now. The nurses arrived as always to clean up. Their faces carried expressions I knew all too well: disgust, contempt, hatred. They didn¡¯t even bother to hide it anymore. ¡°Tsk, filthy bastard¡­ Can¡¯t you just die already and save us the trouble?¡± one of them muttered while changing the blood-stained sheets. I forced a weak smile and replied, ¡°Not exactly the kind of thing you¡¯re supposed to say to a patient¡­¡± The other nurse stepped closer and grabbed me by the collar. ¡°If I haven¡¯t killed you yet, it¡¯s because I have the patience of a saint.¡± Ah, a pun. Clever. I approve. I didn¡¯t respond, but she tightened her grip, as if testing how far she could push me, then let go with a sneer. ¡°Honestly, I¡¯ve had enough of this.¡± Her colleague chuckled. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Things are looking up. I heard his precious little sister lost an arm¡­ by accident.¡± My heart stopped. ¡°What?¡± They burst out laughing, as if they¡¯d just shared the funniest joke in the world. ¡°Yeah, that idiot Marine. Apparently, she got caught in a raid.¡± Before my brain could process anything, my body moved on its own. I grabbed the wrist of the nurse who had mocked me earlier.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. ¡°Oh, what¡¯s this? Defending your stupid sister now?¡± she sneered. I couldn¡¯t muster a response. My mind was elsewhere. Marine¡­ no¡­ this can¡¯t be true. I let go of her wrist, and they laughed even harder. But I didn¡¯t care. I had to know. I had to find out if it was true. The pain was unbearable, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except Marine. I had nothing left to lose. Slowly, I pulled out the IVs and tubes connected to my body. The nurses didn¡¯t even try to stop me, as if they were hoping I¡¯d finally die. I spat blood as I walked, every step drawing out agonized screams. But I didn¡¯t stop. I couldn¡¯t stop. I had only one thought: Marine. The hospital was hell, but as if the universe itself hated me, it was pouring outside. The rain struck my skin like icy daggers, cutting straight to the bone. But even that couldn¡¯t deter me. An hour later, I reached the house. I knocked on the door with the last of my strength, but no one answered. I pushed it open. One step, then another, until I reached the living room. There she was. Marine, sitting alone. But this wasn¡¯t the Marine I knew. She was drinking¡ªsomething she used to despise. And then I noticed¡­ she only had one arm. My legs gave out beneath me. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I had no strength left, but I needed to see her. She turned abruptly and glared at me, her face red with anger and alcohol. ¡°What¡¯s a dying patient doing here, soaking wet no less?¡± She recognized me instantly, without a word. Maybe it was her newfound instincts. I struggled to speak. ¡°I¡­ I heard¡­¡± She raised her hand, cutting me off sharply. ¡°Heard I lost an arm?¡± she said coldly, as if she¡¯d read my mind. I tried to respond, but before I could say anything, she stood up, furious. She walked toward me, her eyes filled with pain. ¡°All of this¡­" With a face reddened by alcohol she dropped this bomb on me: "All of this is your fault!¡± Her words were like daggers, piercing deeper with every syllable. ¡°Mom, Dad¡­ my arm¡ªgive it back!¡± Her cries echoed in my mind, shattering my world completely. I had never seen Marine like this. She collapsed, tears flowing freely. She lunged at me, clinging to me, as if realizing what she¡¯d just said. ¡°I¡­ I didn¡¯t mean it¡­¡± ¡°Forgive me¡­¡± ¡°Hiro¡­ Hiro¡­¡± I couldn¡¯t blame her. No, she was absolutely right. Every tragedy our family had endured up to this point¡­ was because of me. A truth I knew all too well. So I held her, pulling her close. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, but I knew it would be a lie. I stroked her hair, whispering words of comfort I didn¡¯t even believe. ¡°My princess¡­¡± She looked up at me, her eyes filled with sorrow. Her lips moved, but I couldn¡¯t hear her. The world around me blurred. ¡°Hiro¡­ Hiro¡­¡± I held her tighter, trying to pour all my love into that moment. But I knew I didn¡¯t have much time left. And then, everything stopped. I saw the system¡¯s final messages flash before my eyes.
The System is pleased with your despair. Thank you.
I let out a faint laugh. It hadn¡¯t appeared even once during the past nine years, no matter how hard I tried. And now, out of nowhere, it showed up just to mock me? I didn¡¯t even have the strength to be angry anymore. ¡°Well, I¡¯m glad you¡¯re entertained, bastard.¡± My breathing grew shallow, my strength fading. I spat blood, my vision darkening. But before I drifted into the void, I stroked Marine¡¯s hair one last time. ¡°My princess¡­ don¡¯t let this world break you.¡± I couldn¡¯t hear her, but I understood the movement of her lips. ¡°Don¡¯t leave me too!!¡± I bit my lip in frustration. I knew this was the end. She would be alone now, without any family. I hated myself. And then, everything disappeared. My eyes closed for the last time, and I was no longer there to hear Marine¡¯s final words. The system, however, wasn¡¯t done.
The System wants to see more.
With a weak smile, my final thought echoed before everything faded to black: ¡°YOU SON OF A BITCH!¡±