1 My Sadist Last Date.

In a particularly old building, a man in his thirties with an ordinary face walked up the stairs wearing a faded blue shirt with his black hair tied tightly behind his head.

The cold wind around rose goosebumps on the man's folded sleeved hands as he knocked on a certain door. 

'Knock..knock..'

'Click.'

The door opened with a click.

 A mature woman wearing a sexy dress greeted him. 

The woman's boobs were full, her legs were slender, she was wearing black stockings, and with the high heels she was wearing, she was even as tall as Lance who was 180 cm.

…..

He has already been waiting on this sofa for the past hour.

At the age of 35, he was already considered an old man in the dating industry, he couldn't compare with the young men with six-packs or with high-face values.

This was his first date that resulted in him finally getting to be invited into a "sexy and beautiful" woman's home in years, he was very nervous. 

Not because having sex, but- this house is literally ten meters away from a recent murder site.

Suddenly, the sexy woman whistled, a gesture for him to enter her room.

As he entered the room, without his notice, the main door of the house opened with a 'squeak' revealing a scar-faced man standing motionlessly with a shotgun outside.

…..

At this moment the man, Lance, was hiding under the bed in fear as blood oozed from his back.

Fuck, his 'date' turned out to be a sadist!

The woman swung the whip in her hand, the sound of 'swish' was endless making Lance want to shoot a bullet in his head.

Arriving in front of the bed, the woman chuckled loudly. 

The moment Lance felt he was about to be caught again, a gunshot sounded.

'BANG!'

The woman's body fell right in front of Lance causing a huge stream of blood to enter below the bed.

Even though Lance wanted to avoid the blood, he didn't move in fear causing his body to get soaked with blood. 

The woman's face showed a confused look as she tried to pull Lance from under the bed even though she was dying. 

Lance immediately tried to move farther under the bed but-

As if God was being merciful to the dying woman, his feet were caught, dragging him right out from under the bed.

Though the woman was just shot, her instinct still wanted Lance to die with her.

Men are really easy to fool, women weren't weak.

A whole grown man was easily pulled with no effort.

The moment Lance was out of his cover, he felt a chill all over his body, his smile couldn't be any straighter in fear.

The scar-faced man took another bullet from his holster re-filling the shotgun in his hands.

He wanted to ask why kill him? He just wanted to spend time with his date, but before Lance could open his dry lips-

The shotgun was aimed at his chest.

Lance's eyes widened to the max in the hope to find an exit, the window was roughly four meters away from him.

 If he chooses to run right now, there would still be a chance to escape.

With enough determination to escape, Lance ran forward desperately his hand had even touched the window sill.

'BANG..!'

The shotgun needed only one shot.

Lance felt his back burn up, the shotgun's power made his slam on the window causing his body to slowly slide down the window's wall onto the floor. 

Even though he never knew what being shot felt like, he knew the feeling now, his chest was burning...burning extremely in pain.

A feeling of death surrounded him at this moment, he feared death so much more than others.

He would do anything to live a good life, anything. 

If only...If only- he had one more chance.

He waited for his seven minutes of life flashing moment but instead- 

"Damn, Asshole!"

"Thinking he's ordinary ass can sleep with my girlfriend!"

"This gangster doesn't care if she sleeps with some young meat, what's up with fucking some oldie like you."

"@$&%#.."

His eyes watched as the scar-faced man crushed his skull with his shoe. 

Oh, he died because he was ordinary.

This reminds him of the time his wife cheated on him with her best friend..

Haha..

Hahaha..

Fuck women.

His vision ultimately went dark.

…..

In the endless darkness, a voice spoke.

[The Loyalty League has welcomed Player 4013!]

[Pairing Player 4013 to Loyalty System…]

The voice sounded like that of a young child . No matter how much Lance tried to open his eyes or mouth.

His eyes wouldn't open and the words he wanted to say wouldn't come out.

At this time, the cheerful young child's voice spoke again, it sounded annoying rather than being cute.

[Ding! Hello Player 4013, I am your Loyalty System and I am here to inform you that you'll be transferred to your first task duty in five minutes!]

[Ding! As your guide and lovely system, I would love to create a wonderful working relationship with you!]

[Ding! Please ask me anything you have in mind in these five minutes!]

Lance wanted to ask where he was, what's going on, who the fuck is your Player but as if dumb, no matter how much he tried to blindly hold his throat to speak. He couldn't.

The Loyalty System who waited for a response for two minutes finally noticed the odd situation-

Shit, the Player's head was smashed!

[Ding! My apology Player 4013! Your head has been crushed therefore you don't have eyes, nose or a mouth!]

[Ding! Player, you and I now work for the Galaxy's leading Men's Loyalty League!]

[Ding! Our main job is to avenge cheated men! Men who were killed indirectly or directly by women!]

[Ding! But to do this, we need you, Player! I would love to say more about our awesome league but time's running out, good luck!]

[9...8...7...6…]

Before Lance could understand how he was fired by life, this bullshit system had to add more fuel to his fire.

Cheated? Is he going to become a detective who catches cheating couples now? What the hell is this league? 

Is he totally dead or brain-dead? Wait, he doesn't even have a head now. What's in it for him to do this all?

Before Lance could think more, his whole body tightened as he transported to his first task duty.