Chapter (3) System/Family history

[A/N: Although I'm not racist, I enjoy writing racist content for entertainment.]

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Darius descends the magnificent staircase of a heavily guarded whitish castle-like villa. It is close to midnight, around 1 am, and as his wife, May, sleeps soundly in their room, he feels no need to disturb her.

Thanks to his immense wealth, the villa is fortified with loyal dogs, ensuring its tight security.

Making his way to the west side of the villa, Darius pauses in front of a striking painting hanging on the wall.

The large portrait depicts his great-grandfather alongside Abraham Lincoln, a rare fake-piece that captures an unexpected scene where his grandpa and the legendary president were enjoying a meal of pork in a village they had visited in the past.

However, Darius does not stop to dwell on the painting. Instead, he smoothly slides it aside, revealing a door safeguarded by iron channel gates.

The sight amuses him, as he expects nothing less from typical villain security.

Regardless, he cannot curse his own predecessors for being thorough.

With a sigh, Darius unlocks the gates and steps into the spacious area beyond.

Exploring further, he discovers a set of eerie-looking stairs leading down.

This underground space holds a dark history as it once served as a prison for his ancestors, where slaves were subject to confinement.

The basement resembles a jail, with iron cells enclosing each side.

Inside, heavy chains, shackles, and a whipping post testify to the cruelty that occurred within these walls.

Rusty implements like branding irons and restraint devices litter the floor, while a crude, ancient blood-stained table stands nearby, accompanied by tools of torture.

The cells contain the remains of human skeletons, and upon closer examination, it becomes apparent that all of them are women's skeletons.

Swords and spears are visibly embedded in their private areas, indicating the horrors they endured in life.

As Darius contemplates whether May would run away if she witnesses this glorious place,

he realizes the dire need to renovate the villa.

The time is ripe for a fresh start, free of the darkness that taints its hidden depths.

"Damn it, why does my workload keep increasing? Being a righteous husband is tougher than I thought. System, are you awake?"

Darius mutters as he presses on, discovering yet another door leading deeper into the bowels of the earth.

[System never sleeps, unless the host is doing good deeds with women.]

"Alright, tell me about your features. How can I make use of you? Also, don't impose any conditions. Just so you know, I'm the uncle of a future superhero, though he hasn't been born yet," Darius chuckles, though the pungent smell in the air dampens his amusement.

Had it not been for the strict instructions passed down by his family to never allow a stranger to explore this place, he would not venture here alone.

[Ding! As the name suggests, this is the Righteous Sign-In System. The host can sign in once a year to receive system rewards. To qualify, the host must abide by moral principles, spread kindness in the world, and avoid causing harm to any soul, and lastly believe in God.]

"Fair enough! But I'm not particularly interested."

Darius resumes his steps, but soon his pace slows, and he finds himself contemplating.

"Having nothing may be better than having something. Tell me, can I eliminate those who try to harm me or not?"

[Righteousness must be preserved. The host cannot kill unless his enemies pose a threat to humanity.]

[Ding! Current year: 1995. Sign-in successful.]

[Congratulations to the host for acquiring the Julius Novachrono template! Would you like to integrate it?]

At this time, Darius is already in front of a large metallic door, which is thicker and tougher than all the others.

Most importantly, on the ground this time, he sees a statue of his ancestor that he had thrown last time out of frustration.

He picks it up and places it in the socket carved for it in the metal door.

With a creaking sound, the door opens, but this time there are lots of cursing voices coming from inside, threatening to harm his mother and seven generations.

After opening the door, he descends until the stairs end, finding himself in a place with darkened cells on both sides. These cells are unusually strong, constructed from a strange golden metal. Darius looks at the naked slaves locked up in the small cages, and sadly, they are still alive.

"Damn these white devil, why did you return, asshole?"

"Ain't no chains gonna hold us down forever. We'll break free, and this green-eyed bastard and his whole clan will surely pay. We'll make 'em pay for every lash and every indignity!"

"Release me if you're a man, you racist motherfucker. Do you think you can hold us forever?"

"Deluded white cunts, we'll make sure you get destroyed. Fuck you."

Darius gazes at the four men, their curses falling on deaf ears.

He's here to end their lives, after all.

Because he believes,

'To truly start anew, one must bury the past six feet deep in the soil.'

Surveying the cells, he notes the remains of others who met their demise over the decades.

In the past, led by Doflamingo D Inferno, the great ancestor and patriarch of their family, others ventured to Africa to retrieve goods from a small country under French control.

But sadly, they were confronted by revolutionary forces, violence erupted, and without a doubt, his ancestors and their allies opened fire.

The adversaries, with their special powers, effortlessly evaded bullets, nearly thwarting them.

Fortunately, Doflamingo D Inferno had hostages—beautiful black women—that saved them from certain death.

Among the captured goods were people that his great-grandpa's daddy named as 'Mutants.' These guys had peculiar abilities, some transforming into fish or even liquids.Their skins were repulsive.

After dealing with the French authorities, they returned to America with their spoils.

However, they didn't disclose the existence of these goods to the government; instead, they treated them as ordinary slaves and imprisoned them in the family dungeon.

Now, nearly three centuries later, only four of them remain alive.

After a while, Darius's resolve grows stronger, his voice becoming firm and his green eyes emanating a chilling intent.

"System, integrate the Novachrono template."

[Ding! Integration in progress, it will take a few seconds.]

[Processing: 1% ~~~ 39%]

"Alright, I'll wait. The night is long, and I'm not in a hurry."