EVIL SYSTEM

[do not read if you are a sensitive person]

"I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't care," Ben turned around as he heard those words. "But nobody comes into my damn house and lives to tell about it."

The man seemed to regain his courage simply by holding a gun in his hand.

Something Ben found utterly hilarious.

"You think you can do anything to me with that?" His voice dripped with mockery and glee.

He'd learned that low-caliber bullets couldn't hurt him, so he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.

*Bam! Bam! Bam!*

The man ignored his words and fired wildly.

Ben didn't even flinch at the shots.

*Urggh!*

But his body suddenly shuddered, and he spun around to see the girl behind him take one of the bullets.

The girl clutched her blood-soaked neck, lacking the strength to even let out a cry.

In a matter of seconds, the light faded from her eyes, and her tiny hands fell limp to the floor.

Ben stood rigid, staring at the girl's body, ignoring the shots still hitting him from the frantic man.

The bullets struck his body, but the most they did was cause a slight sting—like being hit by a toy hydrogel gun instead of real gunfire.

The small marks they left on his skin vanished moments later, thanks to his gift.

The man's hands trembled, and he dropped the gun, his face etched with clear terror. "Who are you?"

Ben's fists clenched, and he vanished in a blur of speed.

His fist slammed into the man's chest, sending him crashing into the wall.

The man's chest caved in, and blood gushed from his mouth in torrents.

"I did what they told me!" the man clutched his chest and screamed in panic. "I haven't done anything wrong! I've paid all my dues!"

Ben paid no attention to the man. He stared at the corpses of the woman and the girl, tilted his head toward the ceiling, and let out a deep sigh to rein in the surging emotions threatening to erupt.

And if they erupted, he had no doubt he'd kill the man.

But this time, he didn't just want to kill him—he wanted him to suffer a torment of pain.

He wanted the man to beg for death and then deny him that plea.

He simply wanted to inflict pain.

Ben approached the man with slow steps.

"I've already paid for all the drugs this month," the man stammered, trying to stand and run but failing due to the wound in his chest. "You promised me protection as long as I paid!"

Ben grabbed the man by his shirt and dragged him across the floor, not caring in the slightest about clearing up the man's confusion.

If the man wanted to believe he was a thug sent by the gang he worked for, that was fine by Ben.

He dragged him to the living room, where he found a chair, sat him down, and began tying him up.

He didn't care if the man tried to escape. He was tying him up so he wouldn't writhe too much during the torture.

The situation reminded him of his encounter with Grigor, and a small chuckle escaped his lips.

The man trembled in fear at the sound of his laugh and began struggling uselessly.

But this was different. Back then, it had been about revenge.

He'd wanted to repay what he'd received. This time, the man hadn't done anything to him personally.

*But he deserved it!*

Ben went to the apartment's kitchen and started gathering tools.

Several knives, some even rusted. Forks, a whisk, a grater, a spoon, a peeler, a blender, and some salt and vinegar.

Ben had gotten a bit seasoned in the art of torture since his first experience, though it wasn't something he enjoyed.

Only the scum among scum would earn the privilege of suffering torture at his hands.

When Ben returned with all those utensils, the man paled and began thrashing, even tipping over with the chair.

Ben lifted him back up without expression and started deciding where to begin.

As the man trembled in the chair, Ben started with the basics.

*He grabbed a knife!*

"Please, man, don't do this!" the man begged.

Ben hadn't gagged him—he wanted to hear his screams of pain.

"I'm not your friend," Ben declared as he drove the knife into the man's left hand.

*Arrrggghggg!!!*

Ben listened to the screams with a morbid smile.

"Stop crying like a little girl," Ben said, walking to the table and picking up a fork. "We're just warming up."

He didn't know what to do with the fork, so he simply used it to rip off the man's fingernails and toenails.

After getting used to the screams and the sensation, Ben felt ready for what came next.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the grater and approached the man.

"What are you going to do with that?" The terror was plain on the man's face, and Ben answered with actions.

He seized the man's face with one hand and the grater with the other. Before the man's horrified eyes, he dragged the grater hard across the left side of his face, peeling off a large chunk of skin in a single swipe.

*Auekdkmskekndndkkdjd!!!!*

The man's screams became indistinguishable, inhuman.

Ben ran the grater over the man's legs, arms, and stomach until his body was a bloody mess.

When he grew bored of that, he grabbed the spoon and gripped the man's face again.

"Don't move," he said as he brought the spoon toward the man's left eye. "If you do, it'll be much more painful for you."

The man's eyes were filled with tears and terror.

"PLEASE STOP!!" the man begged through tears, snot, and blood. "I'll tell you who my suppliers are! I'll tell you where I hide all my money! I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

Ben shoved the spoon into the man's eye socket and scooped out his eyeball after twisting it around inside.

"I'M PART OF JJJ!! MY USERNAME AND PASSWORD ARE IN THE SECOND DRAWER—PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!"

Ben held the man's eyeball in his hands, toying with it for a few seconds before tossing it aside.

A small laugh escaped him, reaching the man's ears.

"I'll tell you everything, just please let me go!" the man whispered, his throat raw from screaming.

"But…" Ben leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I don't want to know anything."

The man's remaining eye widened in disbelief.

"I'm not after your money, your contacts, or your information," Ben replied.

"Th-then why?" the man asked, uncomprehending. "Why are you torturing me?"

Ben turned around and picked up an iron whisk.

"Because I want to," he answered coldly. "Now…"

Ben gave the man a cold, cruel stare. "It seems you like abusing little girls."

He spun the man around and broke off part of the chair where he sat.

A section of the seat. It left a hole and exposed the lower part of the chair.

Ben ripped off the man's pants and positioned the whisk at the entrance to his anus.

"Maybe you should feel a bit of what that girl felt."

"NO, PLEASE, NOOOO!!!"

Ben showed no mercy as he shoved the whisk deep into the man's rear.

But that wasn't all—he channeled a hefty dose of his lightning magic into the whisk.

The man convulsed between agony and despair.

Ben didn't stop channeling magic until the man passed out from the pain.

When he saw the man had fainted, he stopped the torture and went to one of the rooms to find a mirror.

A mirror he placed in front of the man.

Ben woke him up by dousing him with saltwater and vinegar, making him writhe in pain.

"No time to sleep," Ben said, slapping the man's flayed cheek with a smile. "There's a show you need to see."

Ben pointed to the mirror in front of the man.

In the reflection, the man's pitiful, bloody figure was visible.

Ben hadn't even removed the torture tools from his body. The knife he'd started with was still embedded in his left hand.

The spoon still protruded from his eye socket where Ben had left it.

And even the whisk remained buried deep in his anus, visible in the reflection.

"And we're just getting started."

Ben brought the blender over, plugged it in, and untied the man's right hand.

He turned on the blender, slowly lowering the man's hand into it.

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!!!!"

The man tried with all his might to resist, but Ben's strength was inhuman.

Unsurprisingly, the man's hand was shredded by the blender's blades, turning into a bloody pulp inside.

*Arghhakdm*

*Ah dkekdmskks*

Ben shook his head.

"What's wrong? You enjoy other people's suffering, but you can't handle your own?"

"Did you really think you'd never pay for your crimes?"

The man couldn't respond—he had no strength left, and his throat was wrecked from screaming.

"Look!" Ben pointed at the mirror, and the man obeyed unconsciously.

With a dull, rusty kitchen knife, Ben stabbed the man in the stomach and slowly dragged it up toward his chest.

The man's remaining eye froze in absolute shock as he watched his guts spill out, his insides exposed.

And he died!!

Not from blood loss, nor from the torture.

He died from the shock and fear that triggered a heart attack.

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As I said, this episode would be very bloody and violent.

So those who read it did so of their own free will and have no right to report me to Webnovel.

I also want to clarify that this story does not incite violence or hatred.

That said, I also have to mention something many of you might already know.

My entire story is fictional, but I draw heavily from things that have happened in our world.

There are horrors in our world that, to some, might seem unthinkable.

These things happen day after day in our lives, and we turn a blind eye to them.

I'm not trying to raise awareness, but I want you to understand that sometimes reality surpasses fiction.