Prologue, What it may seem like, may not be true.
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In a brightly lit hallway, the rhythmic footsteps of a man dressed in a full black suit and dress shoes and carrying a suitcase resounded.
The man possessed blonde hair that looked more like golden silk than hair, Emerald green eyes, and a good physique to go along with the above-mentioned qualities.
The only thing unusual about him would be that on his face was a simple metal mask that hid his facial features. Other than that, he was the ideal man.
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The rhythmic sound of his footsteps was the only sound present in the hallway.
Finally, the man stopped when he reached a large, robust metal door at the end of the hallway.
The door was at least 10 inches thick, And it took all of the man's strength to open it after typing the password on the keypad.
Wrhinnng
The sound of the door opening was truly wretched, making your skin crawl.
But the man had already become accustomed to the horrid noise, he didn't even feel it.
Finally, the door had completely opened and the man stepped inside the darkness on the other side.
*Kachich*
The man closed the metal door and pressed called out.
"Lights, on."
His voice was raspy and unpleasant to the ears.
It was as if something was terribly wrong with his vocal chords...the voice was so unpleasant children and babies would cry hearing it, and adults would grimace as their ears hurt.
Immediately after he said these words, the room illuminated itself and showed an office.
On the left side of this office was what seemed to be a bar, adorned with all the best and tastiest alcohol one could find on Earth.
It was probably worth a fortune, and it expressed very clearly that the man was addicted to alcohol. Very clearly.
On the right side of the office were bookshelves filled to the brim with files and books.
They were all arranged very neatly and in such a way that one could very easily find whatever they were looking for.
In the middle, a big glass table surrounded by sofas, and beyond that a simple wooden desk with a computer on top.
There was also a stack of papers on it.
The man walked ahead and threw his suitcase on the wooden table, and lay down on the sofa, resting his tired body. His hands reached up to his face...
And finally, he unveiled his mask.
The metal mask that was on his face was finally lifted and what was underneath...
Was something that was worthy enough to be everyone's nightmare.
A heavily scalded face that had some patches of white.
It was disgusting, mortifying, and most importantly...
'Terrifying.'
Any that dared to look, would immediately grimace and turn their heads away, finding the sight far too horrid for their eyes.
"Haaaaaa...."
Escaping the man's mouth was a large sigh, as he felt the cold sensation of the metal mask finally leave his face.
Or could it even be called a face anymore?
He placed the metal mask on the table and closed his eyes.
Even the simple act of closing his eyelids was painful...not to mention breathing or talking. Talking was still manageable, but the sensation of air breaking the torn and crisp skin on his scalded nose and lips...was just painful. Extremely painful.
But he had to do it...such was life.
Suddenly, the man's eyes jolted awake as he felt a vibration in his chest, he immediately took out his phone from his breast pocket and turned on the latest news.
"Smith Industries stock Prices falling lower and lower."
"Gentech, is it the new Smith Industries?"
"Will Gentech finally overtake Smith Industries?"
As he read the titles, a small smile appeared on his face, however, his ruined facial features turned even a gentle smile into a distorted, haunting snarl.
However, the smile disappeared very quickly as the man winced in pain from his heavily burnt lips and skin moving. But the feelings of ecstasy and joy in his mind did not dissapear.
'Soon, very soon....'
It will be complete.
His lifelong revenge...
It would be complete.
His lifelong dream would be complete.
His suffering will end, and theirs will begin.
His pain...would end, and their pain would start.
He...would finally accomplish it, he would finally accomplish what he had set out to do so many years ago.
The man got up, planning to go to his desk but a piercing headache interrupted him.
"Gah!"
He moved his hand to touch his forehead. However, he stopped at the last second as if it was instinct.
He knew it would hurt if he touched this damn accursed face of his.
Ahhh, when had this face become his own?
His original face, although not as handsome as celebrities, was still thousands, nay, millions of times better than this...horrid monstrosity.
It was around...6? or 7 years ago?
He didn't know, the day itself he had forgotten as if his brain had automatically removed the trauma that had happened that day. He did not want to recall it anytime soon.
What it did not remove, however, was the joyful and ecstatic day that he finally got his revenge on the one person who was responsible for it.
The person in question? She was already at the bottom of the ocean, dead(obviously), and stuck in a barrel of hardened cement. Her body, at least the part of it not in the cement, was probably devoured quickly by the aquatic creatures there.
"James Smith, the business genius hidden behind the metal mask."
"James Smith, the man who is singlehandedly bringing down the Conglomerate Smith Industries."
"Is James Smith going to be the richest man in the world soon?"
As he read the other titles on his phone screen he scoffed at himself.
Hah, James huh?
The accursed name he had been given by his parents, or rather the people who biologically brought him to this world, only to torture him later because he was not as talented as his other siblings.
"Heh"
A small and pained laugh escaped his mouth.
Talent, what an unusual thing... one wrong mishap...one fucking mistake had ruined his life.
James, who was 'less' talented than his other siblings...was the one who had singlehandedly brought down the conglomerate that was his family.
Talent was an abstract word...yet it was also absolute in most cases.
However, James had one and only one stroke of luck in his life...that the fact that talent was absolute was not true for him.
"Lights, Off."
He shouted aloud, again greeted with pain as he moved and muscle on his face.
The lights slowly dimmed and the room soon became dark.
And he painfully and slowly closed his eyes, intending to take a nap.
His head hurt, and his eyes were tired...every fucking day in this world was hell.
Yet he still persevered for a long time...long enough to see those deplorable bastards fall...and now?
He needed to wait only a little more...and it would be soon.
But for now, his mental exhaustion had reached its peak
He soon fell asleep, for what was only 10 minutes or so.
Ring.
The ringing of his phone made him wake up.
'What could it be this ti-Oh!'
He thought in his mind, however in the end he was ecstatic to see that his favorite novel had been updated.
Who would imagine, that the guy who was soon going to be the world's richest man liked to read novels in his free time? It was odd, but who fucking cared?
He was rich, rich enough to not give a damn. It was up to him how he spent his time. The people who complained were all jealous and below him, thus, not worth giving attention to.
He hurriedly clicked on the notification bar and was soon greeted by the novel's homepage.
He admired the cover of the novel for what was probably the millionth time.
On the cover of the novel was a man heavily adorned with an angelic armor of gold and white around his body, his long orange hair sneaking out of the helmet that covered his face and he was floating high above with the help of his angelic wings while holding a sword clad in holy golden flames high up in the sky. Although it may look bland, or cringe...The content inside it was what mattered.
He swiped downward to see the other pieces of information on the novel's homepage
[Name: The Ultimate Sin.]
[Author: DaddyGhanni]
[Words:1.57 million]
[Views:555,555.]
[Chapters 1567.]
[First][Last]
He tapped the last option and he was soon greeted by the newest chapter of the novel.
He began to read...until his fingers, moved to get a better grip...until.
He accidentally pressed the Light Mode function on the screen.
In an instant, his screen, which had dark mode on most of the time, suddenly illuminated in front of his eyes. His eyes, used to the darkness did not welcome this at all...
That bright flash had triggered something in his tired brain and eyes.
Something that made his body spasm...and eventually the breath that would be his last left his body.
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There was complete silence in the dark room lit only by a single screen bright from the phone.
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It was shocking to say the least, That the man who would soon be the most powerful in the world.
The man who was soon to be the richest in the world.
The man who had suffered from the abuse his entire life, and not be broken by it...
had died...due to Light mode.
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A/N: Author here, why don't you join the discord server? Character illustrations are present and even some events are held sometimes which give unique roles and special perks. Here is the link. Thanks for reading.
https://discord.gg/X4zhHwQFyy