Kopi continued to saunter to the heart of the shanty town.
Everyone who lived in this place was aware of how perilous the center was.
After all, gangs were everywhere, and there would always be fights bound to happen.
Gangs also abused their powers as they would come and demand compensation in exchange for their protection, even though they would always fail to do so.
In Kopi's place, they lived near the outer, and there were no gangs who owned the place.
Hence, they were excluded.
He didn't know the reason why no gangs would try to swallow their place either.
It must be because the police station was near.
'But I don't think they fear the police, though.' Kopi shook his head.
Nonetheless, despite being aware of how hazardous his journey was, Kopi was adamant.
After all, he has to heal the disintegrated lower lip.
'Where is he at this time now?'
Kopi began to feel anxious when he perceived he could not spot any signs of the person he was looking for after minutes of sauntering.
Furthermore, the group of tattooed men was becoming omnipresent.
Their scrutinizing gazes were even bringing him dread.
After contemplating, he slowly and naturally turned to his back and started to return at an unhurried pace.
"Uy, brat! Come here!"
He tried to ignore him since the voice came from his back and acted as though he didn't hear him.
He also behaved like he wasn't the one being called.
"Brat! I'm calling you! If you ignore me, your head will explode."
Shivers ran down his spine, and Kopi's movement came to an abrupt halt.
Kopi had the notion the person must be carrying a gun for him to say it aloud.
He slowly turned his head and tried to search for the person who was calling for him.
"I'm here!"
It turned out… It was a middle-aged bald man standing with his back leaning on the hall in an alleyway.
He was puffing a cigarette while giving a dead stare at Kopi, resulting in the latter quivering in terror.
Kopi's eyes accidentally lowered down and saw a person lying on the ground, with a pouty face filled with bruises and wounds.
There was a vibrant green glow dimly, and the wound and bruises seemed to heal… but it was too slow.
Furthermore, it was not limited to his face, but even his body was much worse.
His bones were dislocated, and his limbs seemed to have been rotated forcefully by a powerful person.
His arms and legs were totally broken.
Kopi slid his vision to the middle-aged bald man.
Scrutinizing him, he has tattooed all over his body, and the most striking thing was the scorpion on his left arm, facing Kopi.
When he concluded it was the same tattoo he had in mind, his mind turned blank.
He never thought he would meet the members of the King of gangs here.
From what he knows, they lived on the west side of the area, which was the other side since he was currently in the east.
However… he met one of them, and from his appearance, he really was the person who could explode his head even without the help of the gun.
"Oi, kid. Wake up!" The bald middle-aged man's thunderous voice snapped him awake.
"Ah-"
"Help me get rid of this kid.
I don't want to stain my hands, so I will leave this task to you."
He shot a menacing stare at Kopi, and the latter's hairs stood one end.
He hurriedly nodded in response.
"That's good. Then now, find me a bag, wrap him inside, and throw his body to the lake."
Kopi was stunned and recalled the lake of the shanty town.
It was located on the north side, and it was completely far.
Furthermore… There was also another gang who resided there.
They were the group of gangs who opposed the scorpions.
He didn't want to encounter them.
"Are you hesitating? Well, you can just throw the body to its place either. Just don't get caught or else…"
The bald middle-aged man brought his hand to his neck, extended his finger, and slid it from left to right.
Kopi gulped after understanding what he meant.
"Now, go and work!"
"Y-Yes sir!!!" Kopi shouted and hurriedly arrived beside the injured young man who seemed to be his age.
'Just what happened to him?' Kopi wanted to ask.
"I know you have many questions in mind." The middle-aged man smirked and glanced at the young man lying on the floor. "You see, our young master is so vicious. It has been many days since this young man became his prey until he lost interest and finally wrecked this young man to this state."
Kopi stupefied.
Gazing at the young man, his eyes flashed with pity.
Of course, he knew this young man and also the young master the bald was talking about.
He only never expected the tyrant of this place to be actually a young master of the scorpion gang.
Now, it would make sense why no one tried to scold the wicked young master.
Despite feeling sorrowful, for some reason, Kopi was excited.
He knew why, even when he tried his best not to admit it… it was so difficult.
After all, this was the young man he was looking for.
And his circumstances only left him a chance to extract his Gift.
Staring at the face of the young man, whose eyes seemed to have regained their clarity after sensing a presence touching his broken limbs, Kopi tried to communicate with him.
The young man tried to open his mouth, but it was gibberish.
Kopi seemed to understand it and nodded.
He brought his face forward, moved his mouth closer to his ear, and mumbled.
Of course, it was gibberish.
Even the bald middle-aged man appeared puzzled by the young man's action.
Nonetheless, he let him be.
He sensed the young man seemed to have an injury on his mouth and thus was aware of his gibberish voice.
It wasn't difficult to arrive at such a conclusion with the appearance of Kopi's face.
When Kopi motioned his head backward, he met the young man's gaze again.
Tears crawled out of his eyes and slid to his cheek until his ear.
The young man nodded and closed his eyes, seemingly attempting to take a rest.
Kopi landed his palm on his forehead and got rid of the hair.
When the bald middle-aged man perceived it was getting boring, an idea popped up in his mind.
He took out a butterfly knife, fashionably motioned it, and finally a sharp part protruded.
He called for Kopi's attention.
"Take this."
Kopi was stunned, staring dumbly at the butterfly knife.
The bald-middle-aged man continued as he beamed a smile.
"End his suffering."
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Kopi hesitated, and the bald middle-aged man grew impatient.
He roared, startling Kopi, "TAKE IT!"
Kopi's shivering arm extended and grabbed the butterfly knife.
However, due to his panicky action, he accidentally touched his index and middle finger to the sharp object, leaving a gash, resulting in his blood spurting out.
The bald-middle-aged man stepped back swiftly, but some blood still landed on his shorts.
He exploded into anger.
"You damn brat! Just how sissy are you?"
The bald-middle-aged man had the urge to kill him, but he held back.
He must avoid spilling blood at all costs.
It would be all right if it was some other gang, but it was a kid.
There was no way the police would let it off.
They had to avoid offending them since they had a new chief, and it was an awakener they couldn't afford to have her attention.
The bald-middle-aged man trembled in anger, staring at Kopi, wailing in pain.
Gripping the butterfly knife in his hand, he threw it in front of Kopi, who noticed it.
Then, he began to walk away while puffing a cigarette to calm his wrath.
…
Kopi struggled in pain, and even though he could endure it compared to the excruciating torment earlier from the extraction, the fact he almost lost his finger was so disturbing.
There was more disturbing though… he was asked to kill a person.
Furthermore, it was a young man of his age.
His mind was turning into chaos, and he didn't know what to do.
His gaze accidentally settled on the butterfly knife dampened with his own blood.
A thought emerged…
'What if it will be his blood?'
The image of him grasping the butterfly knife and moving it downward to penetrate the young man's chest appeared in his mind.
He choked on his breath and began to cough to the point he vomited saliva.
It continued for a while until he wiped the tears from his eyelids, but ended with his vision turning blurry and crimson.
He had forgotten the blood on his hand.
But it was only a slight moment he cared about it.
Closing his eyes, he focused more on the thought of killing the young man.
'I-I…'
He turned his head arduously and glanced at the head of the young man.
A young man who didn't even know his name aside from being aware of his unique Gift.
The Gift, which instead became a blessing, turned out to be his misfortune.
The cause of being bullied.
Kopi did not ever realize that gifts to others were a curse instead of a blessing.
Would his gift be like that too…
After all, he clearly recalled being excited that someone was dying.
And when he was dying… he could extract the gifts unnoticed – unless someone did not see him executing it.
Would his Gift turn out to be a curse instead of a blessing?
His mind turned lethargic and discerned his body was about to fall.
He instinctively motioned his arm to the ground to prevent it from falling but ended up touching the young man's broken limb.
[The host comes into contact with the person possessing a Self-regeneration Gift.
Does the host want to extract the Gift?
Note that it will only take a single slot out of five.
Yes/No?]
Yes, this was the second time he heard it.
It was also the time he despaired.
Earlier, he believed that once he could extract the Gift, he could also heal the young man, even if it would take a decade.
As long as he could survive.
However… it was a self-regeneration and not the healing support type.
He misunderstood it.
He was delusional.
Now that he was faced with a harsh realization, he didn't know what to do.
Was killing the only way for the young man to relieve himself from suffering?
Just while he was pondering, he sensed someone touching him.
When he searched for it, he discovered that he was grasping the young man's hand that was now dampened by his own blood.
The young man's finger was moving slightly but sufficient to touch him.
He met the young man's gaze.
Kopi's heart ached as though someone was stabbing him.
Kopi could not hold back the tears anymore and cried.
He wanted to say sorry, but all the sound he echoed was gibberish.
Furthermore, the more he tried to move his lips, the more the excruciating pain assaulted him.
But it was what he cared about the least.
What he cared about the most was how he could apologize to the young man.
He assured the young man he would heal him, yet… it didn't even last until he broke it.
Then… he met the young man's gaze again.
The young man's gaze expressed to comfort him.
And Kopi finally received a message.
The young man also misinterpreted his gibberish voice earlier.
The young man heard Kopi assuring him to take revenge, and so he could rest in peace.
That was what the young man understood… and what Kopi finally realized.
Kopi exhaled a long breath and closed his eyes for a while.
He tried to clear his mind.
'He is accepting his death.'
Kopi extended his other hand – one that received two gashes – and grabbed the butterfly knife pinned on the ground.
Ignoring the excruciating pain, he opened his eyes and looked at the young man closing his eyes, seemingly taking a rest.
He gripped the hilt of the butterfly knife tightly.
'I'm carrying a heavy responsibility, but I don't care.
Right now, I swear to take revenge on you.
In three years.
Just give me three years.
Or less than that.
I will be participating in the Reserved Officers Training Corps for two years before I will be accepted to Wilham Academy.
After I pass it, I will head directly here and annihilate the Scorpion gang. I will also inflict the same torture that young master or whatever spoiled kid he is had brought to you.
I swear.
If this oath is broken, then it will become an inner demon that stops me from becoming stronger.'
Once Kopi was done with the oath, he brought the butterfly knife forward.
However, he didn't forget to reply with the Extraction.
'Yes.'
[Request has been confirmed. Extracting the Gift of the individual the host's in contact with…
It is estimated it will only take three seconds…
Extracting…]
When Kopi received the estimated time, he motioned the butterfly knife forward.
He met the gaze of the young man with eyes conveying he was shocked.
The vibrant glow on his face was dimming, and surprisingly, the gash on Kopi's hand was illuminating a striking viridescent instead.
The young man was shocked, then his eyes… changed.
It was ambiguous from Kopi's perspective.
With the butterfly knife extended upward, Kopi had the urge to apologize.
But, instead, with his lower lips slowly healing.
He finally produced his first sentence to the young man.
"I will take revenge for you…"
It was still a bit gibberish but sufficient for the young man to understand.
With a pouty face, the young man smiled.
At the same time, the butterfly knife penetrated his heart…
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