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Aamon was a normal kid- or so would think a normal person looking at him.

Deep down, he was a psychotic monster that seeked death for every human being in this planet. But let's not focus on that for now!

Right now, he was at the supermarket taking the things they needed at home, this day was the fatal day that he would have tried to poison her..her "mother", she was technically the person that adopted him 4 years ago when he was just 6 and without parents from just one week.

His parents were not the best, but in the end they saved him by shielding him from a wall of bullets during a robbery, and those bastards robbers even were able to escape safely.

By that time onwards, he was mentally abused by that woman, closed in a basement with a bed, a desk and some trash at most, doing for four years everything she told him to do.

Let's not talk about school, he was bullied by a group of kids because of his physical appearance all the way to his housedoor. But now, let's return to the present.

He was now waiting in line to pay the four things he had taken with his twenty dollars in the end, he could hear a kid behind him telling his mother how much he was fat and how he looked ridicule with his confused hair and the strange circular glasses that does not enter him so well anymore. As he waited, ten minutes or so passed and it was his turn but just when he was going to pay.. five men in black with pistols and a muscolar and massive one with a rifle entered in the store before shooting at the cashier and yelling out loud "THIS IS A ROBBERY, EVERYBODY DOWN!".

Aamon was looking freezed for a moment at the corpse of the cashier bleeding out with a distorted face of despair, a few seconds passed and everybody crying or yelling was on the ground..everyone but him. He turned his head, looking at the men, it was them. Those people who took everything from him and turned his life into pure hate and rage, he had nothing to lose now, and that was the reason that now he was burning with extreme desire of revenge. He knew they were them, those cold glares, that physical appearance, it wouldn't be anyone else. They haven't changed a bit in four years

One of the men, pretty skeletrical, walked to him and when in front of him, under the mask, he yelled "GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND, KID" with eyes filled with anxiety. Aamon remained freezed, looking at him before slowly getting on the ground, eyeing a knife that he needed to buy that was right behind him, hiding near his leg. The guy was just preparing to kick him in the face, Aamon was already on the ground when he took the knife and used it to stab his leg.

The soldier, shocked, losed balance and fell to the ground leaving the pistol that slipped through the ground arriving near Aamon. 'That's what I aimed for, good. My body can withstand probably one or two shots, max three. I need to make this fast'. Aamon launched the knife into the direction of a soldier as a distraction making all the soldiers focus on it,while he got the pistol and shot at the skeletric robber in front of him before trying to aim as fast as possible at the head of the "captain".

'If I have to die, you will come with me!' While thinking this he got up and started shooting, using almost all of the bullets but killing him successfully, 'So long, bastard!'He felt a destroying pain at the leg that made him maintain his body at the desk of the cashier to pay.

'I should have a few bullets left, I will take every single one that I can with me' The blood was going out fast and, as a little kid, he could do nothing but focus the most he could to not faint on the spot. He had 3 bullets left, and literally shot every single one of it in the directions of where he had seen the soldiers, killing successfully two of them by sheer luck and the last at the hip.

He had done what he could, but now he couldn't resist anymore. He collapsed on the ground, while smiling cruelly. The people began to run away and the market in mere seconds was completely deserted, with two people still alive and some corpses here and there. Aamon looked at the ceiling satisfied by his revenge, while the robber was slowly walking towards him with a hand on the wound caused by the bullet.

"You bastard,if it wasn't for you they would have lived!" Aamon continued to smile, while a sound of syrens could be heard in the distance. The soldier kicked the kid in the gut before shooting him not fatally. Aamon, pale, coughed endlessy while starting to histerically laugh as the police entered in the market and killed the last standing robber, the kid closed his eyes for the last time before leaving forever this body.

Mere seconds later, he found himself in a space that seemed to have no end completely black. He didn't feel any part of his body nor did he feel any of the other four senses. 'So this is like to be dead? Pretty boring, but at least peaceful.'

Suddenly, he felt a voice echo through his mind and all of this space clearly.

"Congratulation, and condolences, for your death. By the start of this message, you have already started reincarnating in the new world of Eden, full of magic and things that you find in that novels that you young read."

What the heck was this? He was trying to adapt quickly at the situation but a thing like this?

He slowly got a hold of this message, he had read some online novels with systems, magic and super powerful characters in his old but good phone buyed cheap at eighty dollars.

Also, he needed more information, or so he thought, before the voice continued to talk as if it readed his mind.

"You will be reincarnated in exactly 3 months in the world of Eden, there everyone has access to a system equipped with statuses,skills and affinities with magic. You will not have any of these, but you will have the ultimate power, the "Developer" skill and a casual blessing or curse for evil gods. Your unique ability permits you to create anything you want based on its level of difficulty. If you continue to create skills, abilities and others of a single level you will be able to unlock the other level. Your first task is to create a system for yourself, you will be given 16 develop-help of the maximum level, 10."

'What...the actual..fuck?!'

And so started the beginning of one of the most cruel things that ever existed.