Nightmare Revenge

NS explained why Dean's soul was so valuable, or "luxurious." From a young age, Dean had been abandoned by his divorced parents, neither of whom claimed him. After that, Dean lived alone and in misery, yet he never strayed or committed evil acts against others. Even as a director, Dean was completely honest, despite ultimately being framed, betrayed, lied to, and finally dying in prison after being murdered.

"So that's how it is," Dean said.

"That's why I said you're special. A soul as luxurious as yours, once it turns dark, will become a beautiful and glittering pure black. That's why I want to employ you and not ask you to sacrifice your soul for me to devour. Others, I would immediately turn into collections or swallow to strengthen this world. You're the only one I've given a job, and I'll continue to be with you. Besides, the price I gave you was actually too cheap. Your value is over ten million dollars; you should be grateful I gave you such a big discount," NS replied.

"What do you mean, 'swallow'?" Dean asked.

"Yes, swallow. The food for this world is souls that become my meal. But after they leave my 'stomach,' they reincarnate into other worlds, unless I make them a collection; then they'll stay here and work," NS explained.

"I see, I frankly don't quite understand," Dean said.

"No more time, make your decision quickly," NS said impatiently.

"Okay, I understand. I'll work. But can I ask for something?" Dean asked.

"What now?" NS asked.

"I know Laila isn't my child, but she grew up with me, and she's innocent. At the very least, can I take care of her?" Dean asked.

"Haaaaah, this is it. People with special souls are really like this. Only once every thousand years does someone like this show up. Already betrayed and knowing the child isn't his, he still foolishly wants to selflessly and willingly take care of her. Unbelievable," NS muttered, shaking his head.

"So, I can raised her or not?" Dean asked.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Consider this a gift because I found you and you're willing to work for me as an agent. You'll be by her side, but not as a father, as something else," NS replied.

"Huh... what? As what?" Dean asked.

"Alright, don't ask too many questions. As I said, consider it your registration gift with me as a system. May we last long and continue to work together," NS said.

"Hey... explain first!" Dean yelled.

"Snap!" NS snapped his fingers. "Crack!" The world seemed to crack like a mirror. "Shatter!" The world then crumbled like a breaking mirror. "Waaaaaaaaah!" Dean screamed as he fell into darkness. He turned and saw himself plummeting toward a small, distant point of light.

"Wh-what is this... aaaaaaaah," Dean muttered.

"Don't scream. You're now heading to your new place and starting your life over from scratch. Congratulations," NS said, his form no longer visible.

"Hey, what do you mean— (looking ahead) Waaaaaaaaah!"

Dean plunged into the point of light, which suddenly grew large in front of him, and closed his eyes.

*****

"Ugh," Dean opened his eyes. Bright light flooded in, making him close them again. Then he reopened his eyes. In front of him was a beautiful woman, but her face seemed very large. Dean vaguely recognized the features because they resembled his ex-wife.

"He opened his eyes," the woman said.

"Oh, he did?" a man's voice replied.

Another handsome man's face appeared in front of Dean. Suddenly, the woman handed Dean to the man, who immediately held Dean, smiling widely. Dean could feel the man's affection flowing into him, a feeling he had never experienced before.

"Wh-what is this?" Dean wondered.

[Be quiet and observe.]

"NS?" Dean asked.

[Yes, I'm in your head.]

Suddenly, the man handed Dean back to the woman, who looked at him with loving eyes. Dean opened his mouth. "Waaah!"

"Huh?" Dean thought in his head.

[I told you to be quiet, you're hopeless.]

"Oh, Mama's baby is hungry, aren't you? Just a moment," the woman said.

Dean watched as the woman opened her shirt and exposed one breast. She brought Dean's face close to her nipple, then "Slurp!" without thinking, Dean immediately started sucking milk from the woman's breast.

"Wait, I'm a baby?!" Dean thought.

[Ugh, I told you to just be quiet.]

Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. Dean glanced up and saw the man kissing the woman.

"I love you, Laila," the man said.

"I love you too, Victor," Laila replied.

"Ohoep!" The baby suddenly seemed to choke. "Oh, Dean, Mama's handsome boy, did you choke? Slow down, don't rush so much. Shhh... shhh..." Laila said, patting Dean's back. The man called Victor also sat next to Laila and gently stroked Dean's head with a warm smile. But Dean's face immediately flushed red, though his mouth didn't stop sucking milk.

"Hey, NS, what kind of joke is this?! I'm Laila's son?! Are you serious?!" Dean screamed in his head.

[I told you to be quiet, didn't I? That's why you choked. Now, we are in the future, 20 years after your death. So, Laila is currently 25 years old and married. She gave birth to you, and you are their first child. Congratulations! This is your registration gift. You will always be with her, and they named you Dean... after your name, to honor you, Laila's father who died in prison. So sweet, hohoho.]

"You are a true bastard! What kind of dream is this, breastfeeding from my own child?! This is insane!" Dean cursed in his head.

[Don't be so dramatic. You're the one who wanted to be with Laila. I've granted your wish.]

"Grrr... I hate you, seriously," Dean thought in his head, and started to feel sleepy, full from the milk.

After he finished nursing, Dean wasn't fully asleep yet. "Aaah... aaah," he heard incredibly enticing and intense moans right next to him. He finally turned and saw a hot, sweaty, fiery scene between his former daughter, who was now his mother, and her husband, on the large bed beside him.

"Why... what did I do to deserve seeing my own child doing intimate thing's with her husband right next to me? And it's hard to even look away," Dean thought, confused because he couldn't move freely as a baby yet.

[Who told you to look? No one did, right?]

"My feelings are a mess, seriously. You wouldn't understand." Dean thought.

[Let's not discuss it. Now, since you have a body, I'll proceed with the next process.]

[Scanning body......completed.]

[Enchant body 10....20....30....40....50.....60....70....80....100% completed.] [Installing module....completed.]

[Unload package.....completed.]

[Registering host profile.]

Name: Dean Wilson.

Age: 0

Body strength: Excellent

Body agility: Very good.

Mind ability: Good.

Looks: Excellent.

Race: Half human half reaper.

Debt: $10,000,000

Payment: 0

Soul Partner: None.

[Register completed]

[Reward: Reborn in a specific family.]

[Nightmare System activated]

[Welcome Dean]

Dean was shocked when he read the register log in his head. He read it again to be sure, then, because there were a few things he didn't understand, he finally asked,

"Hey, NS, what does 'half human half reaper' mean?" Dean asked.

[A Reaper is a grim reaper, whose job is to bring souls back to heaven or hell. But here, 'reaper' refers to my servant. I deliberately made you like that; you can't work as an ordinary human, can you?]

"Why can't I just be a human?" Dean asked.

[You know our job, right? We provide a service to carry out revenge as requested. In other words, we have to destroy souls and, if necessary, torment the revenge target that our client wants in the nightmare world and real world. Besides, as a human, you can't move freely between the real world and the nightmare world. That's why you're made half-reaper.]

Dean pondered. Even though NS had explained his job to Dean before, he was still hesitant at this stage whether he could actually kill someone when the time came, even if that person was his target.

[Why the daze? Getting cold feet?]

"To be honest, yes, I'm getting cold feet when I think about having to kill other people who are clients' revenge targets," Dean admitted.

[Haaah... this is it. You have a special soul, and your debt to me is huge. If you're not going to work just because you're scared, I'll just cancel everything, okay?]

"Don't do that, I'm just venting. I've never killed anyone before," Dean said.

[Whether you have or haven't killed anyone isn't the point. But if you get cold feet, that's a problem for me.]

"Alright, fine, I'm not cold-footed anymore," Dean said.

[Good. Now, just relax for a bit. You can't work yet. At the very least, wait until you're 16 or 17 before you can work.]

"Really? That's a long time," Dean replied.

[What can a baby do? To check your status, just say 'status' in your head.]

"Status," 

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STATUS :

Name: Dean Wilson.

Race: Half Reaper

Level: 0 (0/200)

Power: 0.

Active skill: None.

Passive skill: None.

Weapon: Death Scythe.

Debt: $10,000,000

Payment: 0

Soul Partner: None.

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"Hey, why is everything else zero, and only the debt is huge? Are you mocking me?" Dean asked.

[Just a reminder, hohoho.]

"Then what does 'soul partner' mean?" Dean asked.

[You'll find out later.]

"And how do I find clients who want revenge?" Dean asked.

[Well, if I have to get involved too, why would I hire you? You figure out how, then we'll work together.]

"Hmm," Dean thought, watching his daughter's (now mother's) intense scene with her husband continue right next to him.

"The debt will be paid off, that's all that matters. How doesn't matter. There's still time. I'll figure it out slowly. Whether it's destroying people's souls or kidnapping people in the real world, I don't care anymore. I want my debt paid off because I'm sick of debt. I've never had debt my whole life, only birth debt, Dean thought," to himself.

After that, Dean looked around. He smiled and his eyes began to close, feeling sleepy.

"It's not bad. I finally get to experience having parents, even if my parents are now my own child. Thank you, NS, for helping me," Dean thought.