The Vicious And Vengeful

The Vicious And Vengeful

Rosemary Rose

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The world deemed Akira a waste, not by default but due to his own actions or lack of. He lacked the enthusiasm and desire to be anything. His family were all geniuses in their respective fields, but he spent the entire 18 years of his life eating, drinking, and having fun. Despite all this, he loved his family and therefore it was an instinctive reaction to save his father from what could have been a fatal collision. He was supposed to be dead, but . . . A system appeared and thus began his journey of world-hopping of saving the cannon fodder villains. In every story there are always a few individuals whose purpose are to act as stepping stones for the love of the protagonists. Their suffering is there to act as the foil for the their happiness. As a result Akira must remove their protagonist halo and teach these protagonists scums to value the life of others. Update: Every Sunday

Chapter 1 Arc 1

[System speaking]

*Mc thinking*

Akira Yuuto was recognized as a genius, yet indolent to those who knew him. Despite having the talent to become anything he wanted to be; he chose to waste his gift and spend his time sleeping, drinking, and partying, and for that, he was said to be a fool.

Currently, the said fool has regained consciousness. Lying on a white sofa, inside what seemed to be an office. Two large glass windows allow in natural light, a large white sofa facing hazel leather chairs, and a wooden coffee table between them. The room was an office combined with a personal bedroom.

When he was finished looking around, he thought back to his life. His family had five members; his parents, two older brothers, and himself. His mother was a world-renowned artist, worlds and emotions seemed to seep through her brush onto the canvas. Most of her paintings were awed at the Louvre Museum in Paris. His father was famous to the world for the way his fingers danced across the piano. His older brothers were eager to follow in their parent's footsteps.

Akira at a young age had been applauded for his ability to do both but was soon found to lack motivation. Overall, his life was unaccounted for. The only thing that was notable before Akira's life ended, was that he saved his father's life from a car crash. With this act, his life would not be perceived as meaningless.

As his thoughts on how his life came to an end he heard; [Welcome Mr. Akira, I am....]

Akira shifted his head towards where the sound came from but found the room vacant. Until he glanced at a flash of light coming off what he thought to be a wall, Just then noticing the large computer-like screen. Which displayed a hologram of a male body and numbers.

Akira approached the computer and came to a stop in front of it. He stood facing the screen and observed the blinking light on it.

["Hello Mr. Akira I am Diasuke, welcome to the balance plane"]

His eyebrows raised. An air of questioning clung to the air.

"A what? I am dead so shouldn't I be in some kind of underworld or heaven or even hell? How are you speaking anyway? You're just an oversized computer."

["If you would allow me to explain Mr. Akira, I am not a computer but an artificial intelligence created to guard and watch over humanity. As for how I speak, I have a conscience. As for the matter of your death, you are correct that you should be elsewhere but due to orders you were sent here."]

"What do you mean, due to orders?" He cocked his head to the side.

["I meant exactly that Mr. Akira, you have been chosen by a divine being and tasked to do their bidding in the mortal world and that being in the *The Keeper of Balance*. His purpose is to keep a stability between positive and negative energy in the universe; caused by the decisions and actions made by the beings residing in the universe"]

The hologram of the man changed into scales leaning from one side to the other, going along with his explanation.

"What exactly is my task and why was I chosen?"

["Your task is to change the fates of people or beings whose suffering has caused a great impact on the justice of the universe and their worlds. You will be given a task and a target in each world you visit and change the outcome of their lives. You were chosen because you didn't have much impact on the universe. You could be said to be neutral in the balance of things which makes you the perfect agent for *The Keeper of Balance*"]

"What do I get out of this, and also where is this and what is your role?"

["This is where you get tasks and targets assigned to you like in an office. My role is that I am the one who assists you with your tasks and provides a way for you to get in touch with the higher-ups and I am also the one who gives you the information you need"]

*Expectations*

["If you finish the assigned tasks and help reduce the negative energy, your soul becomes more powerful, and you earn a salary check after each successful world and get promoted which gives you more freedom and ways around the rules. The rules are simple; you can't cause the deaths of the heavens' favorite children, which is the {male lead ฯ female lead}. You can't allow anyone to know who you are and most importantly, the missions and tasks come before anything else"]

"Well, I never imagined having no motivation would work out this way, I think being dead is more fun than being alive."

["I am glad you find being dead enjoyable, but I need to inform you that you need to throw away anything you believe to be true and get started to witness the truth of the universe"]

"Can we get started? I'd like to experience it."

["Yes, Mr. Akira, the system is computing....... field, world located........ transporting in. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,.. transfer complete"]

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