EVIL SYSTEM

Ben began to breathe slowly with his eyes closed.

His breathing gradually calmed, and the sounds around him became much clearer.

"I'm asking you who you are!!" The gang member pointed his rifle at Ben.

Ben suddenly moved in a crouched position to avoid being shot. He appeared next to the gang member and kicked the man's knee.

"Argggg!!"

The gang member's leg bent in an unnatural way. The man screamed in pain and shock. He lowered his weapon, allowing Ben to snatch it with a simple tug.

To the gang member's disbelief, Ben emptied the magazine into his head.

Ben grabbed another magazine from the gang member's body and began firing, first taking out the gang members with firearms.

He was still vulnerable to these weapons, even though it would take a direct shot to the head to kill him, as he could heal from wounds elsewhere with his gift.

Ben killed seven gang members and earned the respective evil points for it.

The customers and gang members fled in terror from Ben. No one wanted to attack a madman with an assault rifle.

Ben still had some bullets left in the magazine, but he threw the rifle to the ground.

He didn't want to kill them so easily and quickly.

He wanted to make them suffer!

He lunged at the nearest gang member.

A guy with a machete in his hand, but he was so terrified that he couldn't put up a timely resistance. With a single punch, Ben knocked him to the ground, and then crushed his head against the floor with his foot.

It only took two stomps to kill the man and crush his skull.

Ben picked up the machete and, without much hurry, stood up and looked at everyone.

Many of them had hidden behind tables and furniture to avoid being hit by the bullets.

Ben raised his hands and showed them that he only had a machete in his right hand.

He spread his arms in an obvious invitation and challenge.

Slowly, the gang members began to come out of their hiding spots and approach.

"Ahhhhh!!"

One of them found the courage to attack, accompanied by a scream, and the others followed.

"Good!!" Ben smiled beneath his mask.

The first gang member who approached tried to slash him with his machete, but Ben caught his wrist and cut off his head with his own machete.

Ben grabbed the machete from the fallen man's body and, with both weapons, slashed open the stomachs of the next gang members.

From behind, three more guys approached. Ben's ears twitched, his body stretched, and he took an odd stance.

The dagger, knife, and iron bat of the attackers missed by a few centimeters.

Ben moved one of his hands, and his machete sliced through one of the men's throats.

The other two tried to retreat, but with his other hand, Ben cut one of their legs.

"Arggg!"

Ben couldn't cut it cleanly in one strike, but the bone was clearly visible.

The third guy was sent flying with a kick.

But while Ben was busy with the three, another gang member snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the back with a knife.

Ben twisted in pain but responded with a machete strike to the attacker's head.

The gang member's head was split in half. Ben kicked the body away, using it to knock back several other gang members who were approaching.

Seeing the knife in Ben's back boosted the gang members' morale, and they attacked with even more fervor.

Ben cut off the hand of one of the nearest gang members and finished him off when he started screaming and looking at his severed hand.

The machete sliced through his neck, and Ben used the body as an improvised shield to block some of the gang members' attacks.

But there were too many. Even though his ears twitched, alerting him to the positions of his attackers—through the sound of their footsteps, their breathing, or the air being cut—it wasn't enough to come out unscathed.

Several knives and machetes were sticking out of his body, but Ben kept moving as if nothing had happened.

Some of the gang members tried to use magic, but Ben quickly dispatched them, leaving them vulnerable.

Some of the customers tried to take advantage of the chaos to flee, but Ben always caught them by the sound they made.

The last one who tried died with a knife through his eye.

More than half of the gang members were dead, and with every passing second, another one fell.

Hubert couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had bet on the boy out of sheer desperation, but never in his wildest dreams had he expected to witness this scene.

"What's going on here?!" A furious shout came from the offices as a badly injured Enzo emerged.

Suzanne shrank in fear and hid behind Hubert at the sight of Enzo.

Ben ignored the distraction and kept cutting off heads, slashing stomachs, and slicing throats.

As the number of enemies dwindled, the difficulty decreased.

Ben allowed himself to divert some attention to Enzo and smiled.

He kicked one of the heads on the ground, sending it rolling to Enzo's feet.

Enzo stared in disbelief at the head and looked up to see the massacre that was about to end.

Ben finished by channeling all his strength into a strike infused with his curse element, splitting the last gang member in half.

Ben bathed in the blood of his enemies, making his already eerie appearance even more horrifying.

Ben raised a hand and pointed at the incredulous Enzo.

Enzo was so scared he nearly wet himself. He slowly walked into the main hall, ignoring the trembling Suzanne and Hubert, who was protecting her.

His feet trembled as they stepped in the blood that painted the floor.

"Who are you?" Enzo asked, his voice shaking.

"Your executioner," Ben replied in a deep voice that didn't sound like his own.

It was the first time Ben had spoken since his initial proclamation.

Everyone present knew that Ben kept his promises.

"You can't kill me," Enzo mustered his courage. "Our gang is backed by the MK16."

The mere mention of this name silenced the entire establishment.

The MK16 was a notorious organization, not even from this country, but their influence reached far and wide.

They were recognized as the most violent gang on the planet.

They were so bold that they even dared to kidnap and murder the son of their own country's president.

Prostitution, drug trafficking, organ trafficking, extortion, and illegal immigration were their main businesses.

Everyone fell silent and looked at Ben, waiting to see what he would do next.

Ben grabbed Enzo by the neck and lifted him. Even though Enzo was much taller, Ben couldn't lift him off the ground, but he pulled him close to look into his eyes.

"Look into my eyes," Ben said, tightening his grip to cut off Enzo's air. "Do you see fear in them?"

Enzo couldn't break free from Ben's grip and, in a desperate attempt, used his fire magic.

Black blood began to pour from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His expression twisted in pain, and Ben slammed his face into the ground.

Enzo writhed and swallowed some of the blood pooled on the floor.

"I don't give a damn who your friends are."

Ben grabbed both of Enzo's arms and placed his foot on his back.

"Wait!" Enzo panicked. "What are you doing?"

Ben began to apply force, pulling Enzo's arms and pushing against his back.

"Wait! Nooooo!!!"

The pain came immediately. Within seconds, the sound of bones cracking echoed, but that wasn't what Ben was after.

Ben's face twisted as he clenched his teeth. His magic overflowed, and the gray, ominous aura of his curse element became clearly visible.

"Noooo, please stop!!!!"

Enzo's agonizing screams didn't stop throughout the excruciating process as Ben, using sheer brute force, began to tear off his arms.

"Noooooo!!!!"

"Arrggggggggggg!!!"

Ben pulled with all his might, and both arms were ripped off in a display of unmatched strength and cruelty.

With both of Enzo's arms in his hands, Ben walked to his side and crouched to whisper in his ear.

"Where are your little friends now?"

"Even if you were the president himself, I'd still kill you."

Ben threw one of the arms to the ground and picked up a machete.

"Enzo, leader of the Sons of Hell gang..." Ben raised the machete. "You've been sentenced to death."

The machete came down with great speed, severing Enzo's head, which still wore an expression of deep pain.

Ben picked up Enzo's head and walked a bit to sit on the small pile of corpses he had created.

He placed Enzo's head on one of his legs and rested.

Hubert was completely stunned by the image.

A demon sitting on a throne made of corpses. Bathed in the blood of his enemies, with knives, daggers, and machetes embedded in his body.

Unconsciously, Hubert lowered his head and knelt on the ground.

Showing the utmost respect he had ever shown anyone.

Slowly, Suzanne followed suit and knelt in his presence.

The customers who hadn't been killed yet did the same out of pure fear.

Ben looked without understanding at the people kneeling before him.

That day, from the mouths of the few survivors of the massacre, his first great nickname was born.

[THE BUTCHER OF AZAKUR]