*Bang*

A loud gunshot was heard.

A man was shot.

The previously joyous mood turned into one full of panic and confusion. Conversations came to an abrupt halt as startled gasps filled the air.

"Aaaaacckkkkkkk!!"

A woman screamed as she saw the man falling on the floor. He was shot in his heart, there was no chance of survival. A pool of blood formed under the man's body and the woman, who had seen so much blood for the first time in her life could only scream in panic.

Her scream was the start,

"Aaaaaaaccckkkk!!"

"H-He is dead!!"

"Aaaahhh!! Save me!!!"

A wave of chaos washed over the party, guests frantically sought shelter or dropped to the floor in panic. Many just screamed at the top of their lungs, their bodies had frozen in fear, but, the horror had just started.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

3 more gunshots were heard.

*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*

3 more bodies fell on the floor, lifeless.

All 4 people that had died wore a similar Black Coat, signifying that they were from the same faction. However, none of the people present there cared about all that. Their focus was on someone else.

A black-haired man with a black beard, a slightly wrinkled face with a scar on the left side of his face starting from the cheek to all the way to his eyebrow, this already gave him a fierce look, his savage eyes only boosted his ferociousness, the man stood tall with a gun in his hand.

From the calm look on his face, it was clear that he was quite experienced when it came to situations like this.

Of course, he didn't stay still either. The moment he realized that his location was now revealed, he rolled over and got a cover.

That was the signal,

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

It has started.

The members of the Faction that had lost 4 of their men took out their guns and shot at the man who hid behind the cover.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

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The man didn't just defend either, he continued to shoot at the enemies, making sure that they wouldn't move away from their cover and get near him.

*Bam*

Suddenly, the doors of the room were kicked open and 20 men wearing similar Black suits walked in. Their target? The man who had started it all and had murdered 4 of their members.

The fight instantly became a 1 vs 26.

However, there was still not a single trace of fear in the man's eyes.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

Suddenly, more gunshots were heard.

Amongst countless gunshots that were continuously being exchanged between the man and the men in black suits, these gunshots seemed more distinct, that was because they were shot by 10 people who seemed to be cowering in fear amongst the crowd, but now, they looked like professionals with years of experience.

10 more men wearing Black Suits fell down. This enraged other Faction members, and the frequency of gunshots exchange increased.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

"AAaaaaakkkkkkk!!!"

"Save me!!"

"Get me out of here!!"

Along with the increased gunshots, the panic and chaos in the room spread as well.

It was not a normal situation.

Who could have thought that some bastards would dare to attack and kill these people and that too, in their faction's Ship?

How can one be so foolish!?

Even if they wanted to die, why drag them together!?

The people couldn't understand.

They were in no condition to understand anything either. Their mind was a mess, their heartbeat was a lot faster than normal, they were sweating profusely and their bodies were frozen in fear.

However, the people shooting at each other didn't care about their feelings. Suddenly, around 50 more men wearing the same Black Suit walked into the Hall room.

The fight's intensity increased.

The tables that were used to play Poker, Billiards, Blackjack, Roulette, and other games, the bar where the servers stayed behind and served drinks, the music system, and the huge speakers, all of these things were now used as a cover,

These 11 men's resistance was quite fierce. They picked their enemies' guns once their own were out of ammo. These people were really skilled, even killing one of them was difficult.

However, in front of such a huge number, even these skilled men fell.

One by one, these people started getting hit.

The Battle continued for 30 whole minutes, and with each second the battle got more and more intense, more bystanders died, around 30 men wearing Black Suits were lying on the floor with blood coming out of their bodies. The entire Hall room reeked of the irony smell of blood.

10 of the 11 people who attacked the men in Black Suites were killed as well, the only one left was the bearded man who started all this.

He was still fighting.

*Click* *Click*

"Fuck! I am out of ammo!"

A man wearing Black Suit cursed.

"I am the same." The man next to him said the same.

They looked at other allies and realized they all faced the same problem as well.

And with how that bearded man was not shooting anymore, it seemed that he was facing the same problem.

"Haaahh..."

The men sighed in relief.

It was over.

Without guns, there was no way that man could fight against more than 20 of them.

*Bam*

However, they were wrong.

The table the man in the black suit was covering himself with, was broken away from a strong impact, the bearded man appeared right in front of him, in his hand, there was a meter-long hammer.

*Bam*

"Aaagghhh!!"

Without wasting any time, the bearded man moved his hammer, crushing the man's skull, killing him on the spot.

"C-Crazy bastard!"

The other people couldn't believe their eyes.

You would think that in a condition like this, one would try to search the dead bodies and try to get ammo or another gun. Even thinking about running away was a possibility but since they were surrounded by water, even this option was not available. Hiding and trying to mix in with the crowd was one of the options as well.

There were many things that the bearded man could try and do, but...

To directly step forward and attack with a hammer?

Was he that brave?

Or was he just straight-up foolish?

"Attack!!"

Anyways, the men in black didn't care about all that. They only had one task, capture this man.

"Get him!"

"Capture him alive!"

Soon the bearded man was surrounded by 20 people who were rushing at him with different weapons in their hands.

*Slash*

A man passed through the bearded man's defenses and his knife grazed his shoulder.

"Uggghh!!"

The bearded man groaned in pain. However, he ignored the pain and continued to fight.

However, that little mini-second he wasted was enough for more openings.

*Bam*

A baseball bat hit his knee. Another man's knife pierced through his thigh, then, his arm was pierced through, the head was smashed with a chair.

After being attacked from all directions, the bearded man's movements finally slowed down. He, the man who had killed more than 20 people alone, had finally fallen on his knees, his face was a bloody mess, his limbs were pierced through with knives, and there were cuts and blood all over his body, however, his eyes still looked as fierce as before.

"Tie him up." A man spoke.

"Remove his clothes before you do that, we need to make sure he doesn't have any weapons." Another man spoke.

The bearded man was then stripped, then, without the care of his injuries, his limbs were tied.

"Haaahh… Haaah…"

The men in black suits all breathed heavily.

They had finally captured this man.

"Take him to the boss."

A man spoke in a tired voice. Another man nodded, he grabbed the bearded man's hair and pulled him all the way to a room on the upper floor of the ship.

"Boss,"

The man spoke as he dragged the Bearded man into his boss's room.

With his vision a little blurry due to all the blood around his eyes, the bearded man glanced at the so-called 'Boss'.

The 'Boss' wore a neat white suit, he had blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a perfectly carved face, honestly, it wouldn't be a lie to say that he was one of the most handsome men alive in this world.

The 'Boss' was sitting on a chair that seemed more like a throne, on his lap, sat a woman wearing a bikini. In her hands, the woman was holding a plate of steak. While the other woman standing behind the chair had a glass of red wine in her hand.

Yes, while the people on the lower floors were fighting and screaming for their lives, this man was eating steak, that too, with a leisurely expression on his face.

The man's crystal blue eyes fell on the bearded man and he commented,

"You created quite a stir."

His voice was so soft but heavy that it felt like god himself had spoken.

Honestly, even though this man hadn't done anything, just with him leisurely eating steak while the people on the lower floor struggled for their life made him look quite intimidating,

Especially those blue eyes, it was as if they had some strange power in them.

However, the bearded man didn't feel this intimidation, he just smiled.

A big wide grin appeared on his face as he glanced at the 'Boss' in front of him. Rather than being intimidated, the bearded man gave off a dangerous aura, even though he was all tied up and was kneeling on the floor.

"Christopher Davis, 31, leader of Silent Vengeance, a gang that has risen into power in just 7 years. Parents committed suicide when you were 21, after that, you disappeared for 2 years, then once you reappeared, you joined the underworld and in just one year, you formed your own Gang. Drug Trafficking, Arms Smuggling, Racketeering, Cybercrime, Theft, Extortion, Money Laundering, Fraud, and even Assassinations, there was nothing you didn't do.

Honestly, that is quite a high achievement, not many gangs could handle all these businesses properly, not to mention a gang that is just 7 years old.

I am quite impressed."

'Boss' spoke up, with how he had slightly raised his eyebrow, it was clear that he wasn't saying it for the sake of saying it, he was actually impressed.

"You did your research."

The bearded man, Christopher, replied with a grin. His teeth which were covered in blood looked frightening.

"When you get to my level, getting something like this is just a matter of minutes. If I actually 'researched' or looked into you, I would even have the information about your 7th ancestor.

Anyways, I do not like to brag about this and it seems like you aren't very excited to hear about all this either. So let me come to the main topic,

Why are you here, Christopher?

Someone as intelligent as you should know you had no chance of winning.

Why waste your life like this when you were doing so well?"

The 'Boss' questioned.

"2013, February 15, 9:30 pm, Bougainville Street, Angelena Rape Case, yes, the case where you raped an innocent woman, there were two witnesses. Your men tried to pay them off, but they refused and had already called the police."

"What are you talking about?" the 'Boss' frowned.

Christopher, however, completely ignored him and continued,

"The Police arrested you, Jonathan Turner, a business tycoon, that was how the Rape Case got popular as well, soon, however, things cooled down unexpectedly quickly, as if someone intentionally did it.

You were released and your men found those two witnesses, they created some problems with their business, and then burned them alive, making it seem like suicide."

"Hmm. Though I do not quite recall that specific incident, the pattern of operation is indeed mine, I was a little immature back then. I am better now though,

I don't get caught anymore."

The Boss, Jonathan chuckled lightly.

"Those witnesses were my parents."

Christopher spoke.

"…"

Jonathan froze, and soon, his expression changed.

"So is that why you are here? For revenge? You let your success get to your head? Who told you that you and your little friends can sneak into my Ship and kill me? Are you a fool? Did you really think that would work?

How many did you and your men kill? 20? 30? 50? In this Ship filled with 3000 people, 2000 are my people. Do you think you created a big stir? You didn't do anything, Christopher, I can simply replace the people you killed, it wouldn't even be considered a scratch.

Honestly, with that pathetic plan of yours, in normal conditions, you wouldn't even be able to see me. The only reason you were blessed with my presence was because I was bored.

You are merely a source of entertainment for me, Christopher.

Just like your parents."

Hearing those words, Christopher's narrowed his eyes.

Jonathan noticed then and an evil grin appeared on his face,

"What? Do you think their testimony did something?

I never went to jail.

That was fake news.

Yes, the only reason I killed your parents was because I wanted to do something entertaining,

Though I don't remember it now, I am sure your parents'screams as they burned alive and begged me for mercy were entertaining enough."

Jonathan laughed lightly.

However, these words, which had enough power to burn anyone's heart with rage and hatred,

They only brought a grin on Christopher's face.

"I guess it was hidden deep enough. The stomach is indeed the innermost organ. Even the detectors couldn't detect it."

He spoke.

The Aura around him changed, that bloodied grin… it suddenly became 1000 times more frightening.

"What do you mean?"

Jonathan questioned with a frown.

"Can you still not hear it?"

Christopher questioned.

"…"

The entire area turned deadly silent as Jonathan raised his hand.

*Beep* *Beep*

A faint sound was finally heard.

Jonathan's expression changed.

"You bastard!! What are you planning!?"

"Is that not clear enough?"

"There is no way you can survive that!"

Jonathan shouted. His pale face and trembling fingers that he pointed at Christopher were enough to tell how scared he was.

"I removed all the glands in my stomach and filled the entire thing with this bomb, Jonathan. You think threatening me with my life would work?"

Jonathan rushed towards Christopher and grabbed him by his collar. The injured Christopher couldn't resist, however, his smile didn't vanish, rather, it only widened even further.

"The police might free you, that girl you raped might take back all the allegations, but I will never forgive you, Jonathan.

You destroyed my life by taking away the two most precious people in my life, leaving me alone.

Now I am going to destroy yours."

"B-Bastard!! Think about the other 3000 people on the ship! Are you going to kill all of them!? You think your parents would be happy when you meet them in the afterlife!?"

"I created a Crime Syndicate, did all kinds of terrible things just so I can understand how things work here and get to you, you think I would care about those 3000 lives?

And after what I did, I wouldn't even get to meet my parents,

Since both you and I will be going to the same place."

With a wide grin on his face, Christopher spoke his last words.

"See you in Hell, Jonathan."

"NOOOOO!!!!"

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

"Haaaaahhh!!"

A man sat up from his bed and his eyes widened in surprise.

He was Christopher.

"Haaahh… Haahh… Haah…"

Christopher took in deep breath, his face was covered with sweat and he looked around with a confused look on his face.

He didn't know where he was.

He then glanced at his own hands, it was only for a faint second, but he saw his hands being covered with light and disintegrating into countless small particles.

"Haah… Haah… Haa…"

Christopher's breathing hardened.

Seeing his hand intact like this… he felt a strange emotion…

He then looked around again, then, a smile appeared on his tired face…

"Is this the Hell they all talked about?

It sure doesn't look like one."

He muttered to himself.

This room, it was far from what he imagined the hell would look like.

The bed he was lying on, it was a four-poster bed with an extremely soft mattress covered with silk sheets, the pillows were plushy, and the canopy overhead gave a sense of extreme comfort and grandeur.

The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting heroic battles and mythical creatures, Soft, golden light spills through stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the room and adding an ethereal ambiance.

To one side, a beautifully crafted reddish brown writing desk was positioned, adorned with an assortment of quills, ink pots, and parchment. Across from the bed, a sitting area was arranged with plush velvet armchairs and a low coffee table. Near the windows, a small balcony overlooks breathtaking views of the castle grounds.

All in all, this room was absolutely beautiful.

Honestly, it was far better than all the 5 Star Hotels Christopher had ever been to.

"Heh, if Hell is this beautiful, then what about Heaven? My parents must be living a comfortable life up there."

Christopher chuckled.

Soon, however, he noticed something amiss.

His body…

It felt weak…

'Is this because of the explosion?'

He wondered, however, as he glanced at his hands, he realized that his skin was fairer than before. No, it was not just the skin color, the size of his hands, skin texture, hand proportions, the shape… everything was different…

These… these were not his hands…

Christopher frowned, he stood up, and walked towards the Mirror.

"!!!"

His eyes widened in surprise when he glanced at his reflection.

'This… is me…?'

He wondered in his head.

'What? Does hell even give you plastic surgery to make you the most handsome man alive?'

He had lustrous purple hair, well-groomed eyebrows, and golden eyes that gave out a sense of mysteriousness. His facial features looked as if they were carefully carved by the God himself, there were still some similarities to his features in the past, however, it had been refined to the point that he needed to look carefully to find those familiarities.

"Heh. That's quite a look. Though I liked the Scar on my face, it made me feel like a badass."

Christopher laughed as he glanced at his face again. All his scars were gone, his skin seemed healthy, facial features were sharp, all in all, he was very satisfied with his appearance.

"Vaan, eat your meal."

Suddenly, Christopher heard a voice.

A man wearing a black suit over a white shirt and black pants barged into the room while dragging a table with him. The moment the man walked in, he closed the doors, then, he pushed the table away towards Christopher and then frowned,

"Why are you standing? Shouldn't you be laying on the bed? Are your injuries healed? Or were you not injured at all and were deceiving me this whole time?"

The man wearing a black suit questioned.

*Step*

Christopher's body stepped back on its own.

'Huh?'

He frowned as he realized that his head was unconsciously lowered.

Christopher couldn't understand...

This body… it seemed like it was intimidated by this man…

But why...?

Christopher glanced at the man standing in front of him again.

From what he wore, he looked like a butler, and from the clothes Christopher was wearing, he looked like a child of a noble family, logically, this butler should serve him, then…

Why was this body intimidated? And that too by a dandy-looking man who looked like he would die with a single slap.

"Huh? Did you become a Mute or something? Why are you not saying anything?"

The butler questioned with an arrogant look on his face.

Hearing those words, Christopher's mouth twitched.

Who was he?

He was a man who single-handedly rose in the underground world within just 7 years. Who in the hell did this wimpy-looking man think he was?

Christopher rubbed the back of his neck, he suppressed his instincts as he took back the control over his body, then, he walked towards the butler.

"Who are you?"

He questioned.

"What? Did you lose your memories or something? Do you want me to hit your head to help you get it back?" The butler questioned back.

Christopher stared into the man's eyes.

"Do not look at me like that, yo-" The butler spoke with a disgusted look on his face, but,

*Bam*

*Crack*

Before he could complete his sentence, Christopher grabbed the plate the butler had brought and smashed it on his head, breaking it whole thing.

Of course, he didn't stop either, he then grabbed the utensil that had all the food and,

*Bam*

He smashed that on the butler's head as well.

"Aggghhhh!!"

The butler screamed in agony as the sizzling hot food fell on his face, burning it.

However, this was not the end,

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm "Aaaahhh!!"

Christopher shouted as he picked the entire table and,

*Bam*

*Crash*

He smashed it onto the Butler's head, breaking the table in the process.

The servants who heard all the noises quickly rushed into Christopher's room, the dust cleared up, and Christopher was found grabbing the butler with his collar,

With a cold expression on his face, he spoke,

"I asked who the fuck are you, when are you going to answer that?

Or do you want me to smash this fat head of yours a few more times before you finally know your place, huh?"

Before the butler could answer, Christopher grabbed his hair and,

*Bam*

Smashed his face into the floor.

He lifted the butler's face again, by now, the butler's face had turned into a bloody mess, his mouth was filled with blood and his broken teeth, his face was covered with gravy, blood, and cuts, and his eyes, they were shrunk in fear as he looked at Christopher.

"I'll ask one last time, who are you?"