Crack!
A bolt of thunder tore through the night sky, illuminating the dark city for a moment.
On an empty street—tap… tap… tap—a joker in blood-soaked clothes walked silently.
Two minutes later, he stopped before a circus train.
At its entrance, two lazy, muscular men who were supposed to keep watch were now slacking off, sleeping on their chairs.
Zi Fan only gave a quick glance and came close to one of the guards.
With a flash, Zi Fan struck the watchman's neck. The guard lost consciousness.
Then Zi Fan moved close to the other one. This was the same bodyguard who had kicked him earlier.
Zi Fan moved his hand slowly and grabbed the guard's neck as hard as possible.
"What the—" The guard, startled, opened his eyes and grabbed Zi Fan's hand to free himself, but sadly, it was no use. His mouth opened—as if he were trying to scream for help, but only silence came.
A wet slice. A sharp pain came from his thigh. Before he could understand what had happened, the blade sank into flesh—two more knife cuts appeared on both of his hands.
His hands went numb. He slowly released his grip.
After one or two painful struggles, he died.
After finishing the guard, Zi Fan walked into the circus train.
It had six rooms: one for animals, one for bodyguards, one for women, one for normal workers, one for Manager Chan, and one for the show.
Zi Fan was walking toward the women's room because he knew that today many new women would be raped by Manager Chan and the bodyguards.
He slowly walked toward the living hell. He didn't enter the room.
"Ahh, please don't… ahhh… ahhh…" Screams of dozens of women came from the room, along with the sounds of slapping and heavy breathing from time to time.
Zi Fan didn't enter. He waited silently so they would become exhausted.
Twelve minutes later, one man came out. Zi Fan didn't even give him a look. He grabbed his mouth and stabbed his neck.
Again, deadly silence.
If two or three came out together, he first knocked them out and then killed them all. In less than twenty minutes, he killed seven of them. Now only Manager Chan was alive.
"Hmm, I have only 10 minutes left. It should be enough to torture Manager Chan."
With that thought, Zi Fan walked toward a luxurious room. He went and knocked on the door. From inside, some sexual sounds came, but Zi Fan ignored them.
"I'm busy. Come back later," Manager Chan ordered from inside. But Zi Fan behaved as if he didn't hear it and continued knocking.
Hearing the knock again and again, Manager Chan became annoyed, so he came out half-naked with a stick.
But before Manager Chan could see who was knocking, Zi Fan threw a punch.
"Ahhh!" Manager Chan screamed, but Zi Fan didn't stop. One after another—punches, kicks, uppercuts. Like a punching bag, he beat him for five minutes.
Only four minutes remained, and Manager Chan lay motionless, barely recognizable, but Zi Fan wasn't satisfied yet.
He pulled out his knife. One cut, two cuts. Every second, he cut twice. He didn't stop. The blade rose and fell in a relentless rhythm… for his last four minutes.
At first, it was rage… then something else crept in. On his face was a slight smile, as if he were enjoying it, even though Manager Chan was already long dead.
In the end… there was no difference between him… and the monsters he hated.
When the time was up, Zi Fan's body collapsed onto the bloody ground.
From atop the clock tower, two red cards hovered silently, observing everything. Beside them, the fat man and the muscular man stood still, their eyes hollow. They slowly turned into blood mist and entered the cards.
"Finally, my mission is finished. Now I can leave this world," a whisper echoed from one of the cards. Then they vanished.
A shadowless white figure with red eyes appeared before his dead body.
"I finally understand why the Supreme chose him… I only nudged his courage… yet he turned himself into a demon," it said while taking out a red card.
When the card appeared, a soft blue light came out from Zi Fan's body and entered it.
Suddenly, the red eyes shifted… piercing through worlds.
A city surrounded by mountains appeared. The city walls were built from black stone, carved with grotesque demonic faces whose eyes seemed to move on their own.
Whenever golden sunlight touched the city, it seemed to disappear entirely.
In that city, in a palace…
"Ahhh!"
SIZZLE! SIZZLE!
From time to time, baby screams and sizzling sounds rose from the oil.
A human-looking monster hit another on the head and ordered, "Hurry up! Fry those human babies soon. The lord will come to eat. Hurry up!"
His hand landed another hit on the man's head.
"What are you doing?! Move faster, you worthless trash!" His voice became furious. "S-Sir… should we kill them first?"
A monster replied in a shaking tone.
His face was full of anger. He shouted, "No need. Fry them alive."
"Okay," the monster replied, head down.
"Ahhh!"
"Hey, don't fry all of them. Leave some alive! The lord also loves to eat living babies."
His sinister voice echoed again.
Soon, the cooking was finished.
"Boss, we are done," one of the human-looking monsters said with some fear.
"I have eyes. Don't state the obvious," he replied while shouting.
The monster lowered his head and became silent.
"Hey, you, take those babies and come with me," the boss ordered a lesser monster.
"Okay, boss," the lesser monster replied.
With the lesser monster's hand raised, black-colored energy covered those fried babies, and then they all vanished.
"Follow me," the boss ordered again, and the two of them left.
A few moments later, they appeared in front of a grand door.
They knelt down in front of it and waited. Their faces were full of seriousness.
"Come."
A grand and commanding voice echoed in their ears.
Boom! The door swung open. A kind of black fog came out with a heavy smell of blood.
With nervousness, the two entered and knelt.
"Stand up!" The voice echoed from all directions.
They stood up with their heads lowered. "Do your work," the voice ordered again.
The boss looked at the lesser demon, and he instantly opened his hand.
Dark energy appeared and then vanished.
In the room, a table appeared, and on it many humans and fried babies were lying. Some were alive, their faces filled with panic, fear, and pain.
It looked horrifying.
"Leave and release those billions of monsters near the human town."
That voice gave a command.
"We obey your order, Your Majesty."
The two monsters knelt again and accepted the order.
"Tell them to kill as many human babies as they can."
The voice ordered again.
They replied with both joy and fear, "Understood, Your Majesty."
Soon, the two left.
"Heh, I will watch how humanity, once the number one race, rises again and holds its head high.
Haha!
And the prophecy: a human being will kill me.
Hahaha, what a joke!"
The sinister voice echoed in the room.
The shadowless white figure took its glance back.
"Let's send this joker's soul into this world."
With that thought, it vanished.
To be continued…