1 Chapter 1: The End

A dark-haired young man sat at his desk with his head down, it had only been a couple of weeks since he transferred here and he was already being bullied. He just wanted the day to end as quickly as possible, just hoping his bullies wouldn't mess with him that day.

He wants to fight back, but he's scrawny and weak. His bullies also roll in packs and are used to fighting but he has never thrown a punch in his life.

As he rests at his desk he hears the room door fly open, he looks to the right and sees his bullies smirking at him. He is frightened and just looks down with sweat dripping from his forehead, their footsteps getting closer and closer, inch by inch and finally they arrive.

"What's wrong with this bitch? he can't greet his peers when we arrive?" The one in front of the three finally talks.

They snicker in the back, waiting for his answer.

And in a shaky, nervous voice he replies, "S-Sorry...I was sleep..."

"Bullshit..." 

He smacks the back of his head so hard it nearly slams onto the table.

He rubs his head and is on the verge of crying.

'Why me?...please...please...leave me alone!...' 

he so very wished that he could speak his mind, but he was too scared.

"What? Got something to say?" The brown-haired bully got closer to his face and started to tease him more. 

"Come on...hit me...I dare you...no, I double dare you." 

His eyes are so menacing he can feel them striking him. He gulps and just shakes his head no. 

The bully raises his hand and is ready to strike him but then the door opens and the teacher walks in.

"Alright. Let's all be seated."

The boy is startled and kinda glad the teacher came in.

"Don't be so happy, this isn't over." The bully walks off and sits down at his desk near the back.

Yama, the bullied, is still scared about what will happen after class is over. He hopes he can manage to leave before class ends and run home.

..

..

The class was nearly over and the bully looked over to Yama, just smirking before raising his hand and saying he had to use the bathroom.

The teacher nods his head and allows him. 

He snickers while walking by, Yama then realizes what happened. The bully plans to be waiting for him as he walks to leave the building not even giving him the chance to run away.

'He won't be coming back....damnit! damnit! why me? just leave me alone!....'

The teacher walks out of the class and not long after the bell sounds, letting everyone know the day is over. Yama is last to leave and slowly walks out of class with immense paranoia, peeking around corners making sure he isn't anywhere to be seen.

During this, he is smacked on the head hard and he turns to look and sees the exact person he was trying to avoid.

"Trying to make sure I'm not coming huh? You damn bastard!" 

He punches Yama in the face, knocking him to the floor.

Yama yells and holds his nose, trying to ease the growing pain in his face.

"Come on...let's take this outside."

...

In between two nearby buildings 3 boys and 2 girls could be seen resting against the walls. They laugh and grin as Yama is slapped repeatedly by his bully.

One girl with what seems to be pounds of makeup on her face speaks out, not to protect him but to taunt and tease him more.

"Hehehe~ Riko don't kill the kid." 

He keeps hitting him and Yama can only hope for him to stop, his face is red and pretty soon it will be swollen.

"Why should I? it's fun to beat on him! haha!"

"Whew~ had to get that out of my system...haha!" He wipes off his hands and walks away with his little crew of people.

Yama is left alone, he sobs quietly he just wants it to end, he came to this school after moving and was hoping for a new start to everything. Get new friends, get a job possibly, and maybe even a girlfriend. But it's the same, just as last time.

A flashback pops up in his mind and he remembers, his old bullying experiences at his other school. He knows how pathetic he is, how weak he is but he can't change that, that's what he believes, that he will be like this forever. And so to stop it from continuing and ending the pain he is thinking of ending his own life.

..

..

At a dark bridge, the rain poured down on the boy in the dark coat. He hanged near the ledge and was close to falling off, just one slip could kill him.

He was going to do it, end it all. No more video games, no more novels, or whatnot. No more of anything he liked to do. He was hesitant, he knew that his father wouldn't care if he died or not so he was ready to do it.

But suddenly a loud ding rang in his head that startled him.

[DING!]

Yama slips and is about to fall but grabs onto the ledge at the last second.

"T-The hell was that....!"

He looks down as if frightened by the long distance from where he was and the ground.

"I-.....I don't want to die, not yet at least...not like this!"

He climbed back up using everything he had and once he finally made it over he leaned against the ledge on the floor and sobbed even more.

"I almost did it...I was going to kill myself."

"But..what was that sound?.."

[You have obtained the 'Gang System']

"Gang system.....?"

realization struck him hard, in all of the novels he read, he remembers the system trope and kinda smiles. Was his life about to change for the better?

"Wait...but it said gang system? why would I need that?"

[The gang system is a system that allows the host to grow stronger and form his gang or empire of his own. It is up to you what you want to do with it.]

[Do you accept?]

[Yes] [No]?

Yama instantly picks yes and the system glows brighter and brighter then transforms into a panel.

[-----Gang System-----]

[Name: Yama]

[Level: 0]

(Exp: 0/1000)

[Gang(s): None]

[Fighting style/skills: None]

[-----Attributes-----]

[Strength: 4]

[Agility: 5]

[Endurance: 6]

[Stamina: 3]

[Dexterity: 2]

[-Shop-]

[-Lottery-]

________________________________

"This is it....my life can change.."

"I don't care...I don't care if I become a gangster and commit crimes..as long as I can change my life. I'm fed up."

His face goes from a smiling one to a serious one, his eyes a flaming gold and very ready.