Chapter 2: Reincarnation

Chapter 2: Reincarnation

As the young boy gazed up at the sky, he released a series of deep sighs, betraying his exhaustion.

Despite his youthful appearance, he appeared burdened with thoughts that weighed heavily on his mind. The subject of his musings was unclear, but one could sense a strange glint in his eyes, a fierce determination fueled by a burning desire for revenge.

His eyes soon paused at the clock on the table, close to the door.

It was four in the morning, not surprising considering that the sky was filled with stars.

“Thinking about that won’t do any good right now.”, he muttered to himself before turning and making his way back to his bed. Collapsing onto the plush mattress, he let out a long, tired sigh. The night had been exhausting, as he had recovered the memories of his past life.

As the events flooded his mind, his head started to hurt, his body suffering similarly with jolts of pain.

It went on for about an hour, finally after which he was awake, rising in a new body!

“Ha…”, he was confused, and bewildered yet calm.

He glanced at his palm while lying on the bed, which bled slightly. But that was nothing compared to the past, nor could it stand a chance against the sufferings of this life.

“Haha, looks like this life isn’t any different from the past…”, he murmured to himself as visible scars and bruises on his arms flashed.

A drop of tear separated from the rest and wet his cheek.

‘Dammit…’

‘Why am I treated this way?’, he cried.

Even though he had put up a great front before dying, he was someone with a soft heart. He would rather get hurt than cause others pain.

‘Is treating others with kindness a sin?’, the boy asked, thinking about the present.

He didn’t know why he had forgotten his past, or why he recalled it at the age of 18, however, he did know one thing, he was given a chance to be reborn.

He gritted his teeth, recalling all the moments that had led him to his execution. He could remember everyone’s face, but more than that, the pain that he had supposedly forgotten after dying once, had become quite fresh.

And now, just like before, he decided to abandon his ideals.

‘Angels.’

‘Humans.’

“I won’t forgive you for causing me pain. I, the Dark Angel, swear, for all the pain I have received, I will pay you back tenfold!”, he proclaimed as rage filled in his eyes and almost exploded, his body shivering visibly due to anger and his teeth grinding amongst themselves.

“I will crush you all.”

“I will…”

He ended up falling asleep while making the promise, his body was quite tired so the sleep took the best of him.

*knock knock*

Repetitive knocks on the door could be heard, the door visibly shaking.

"Zain, wake up!”, following the knocks, a voice made its way inside the room.

“It's time for you to go to school!", a woman's voice called out, a little loud and annoying, but with a touch of warmth.

‘School?’, Zain was confused.

He wasn’t asleep, in fact, he had woken up even before the first knock was heard. He woke up just from the sound of the footsteps and took a defensive position, near the door but pretended to be asleep.

“Ah right… school.”, Zain scratched his head, knowing exactly what the voice meant.

"Zain Kruz! Get up!", The knocking grew louder and more persistent, accompanied by an increasingly forceful banging.

"You can't miss yet another day!", she exclaimed.

“Stop locking yourself inside! Come out!”

Zain lowered his gaze a bit, realizing that he had been skipping school for the past few days. The reason was obvious… bullying.

As he was the same person and not someone else whose soul had somehow transmigrated into this body, he knew what he had been through.

He looked at his arms, trying to check the bruises and scars on his body. Initially, he had locked himself in the room because he didn’t want to show the bruises to his mother, to prevent her from knowing just how bad his suffering was.

‘Huh!?’

“Nothing?”, he murmured, confused by the fact that all the injuries that he had suffered, had miraculously vanished.

Even the old scars he had received, especially the one on his face which had given him the title of the Ugly Duckling, were no more.

He stared at the mirror for a few seconds, confused but understanding as he somewhat knew the reason for this.

‘Did my Heal skill do this?’, he asked himself.

‘But how? Did I regain my lost abilities only now? Not from birth?’, he was too confused, not knowing what had just happened.

If he had this ability from the start, he wouldn’t have gotten any permanent scars, to begin with.

But now that he did, he wasn’t exactly happy, but puzzled.

‘What about my other abilities?’, he questioned himself, preparing himself to try a skill of his.

But no, other than manipulating the mana around him a little, he couldn’t use any of his skills.

‘Ah, looks like I subconsciously manipulated mana to heal myself…’, he realized, knowing that it was no skill of his, but rather, his own prowess of manipulating the mana that mimicked his skill only a little.

“Zain! Please! I’m begging you! Come out!”

“I won’t tell you to go to school…”

“Please, just come out and have something…”, the voice, that belonged to his mother, echoed in the room, snapping him out from thinking all this.

“Y-yes Mother. I’m coming.”, he replied.

His mother, who had been begging him to step out, was shocked when she heard his voice after four whole days!

Tears drizzled down her eyes.

She was a kind woman, who had taken care of Zain despite suffering from many hardships.

His father, an officer, had passed away when he was only 6 years old during a massive war that broke out due to a large terrorist group. He was brutally killed in the process of saving a few.

But the reward for this bravery wasn’t some good wishes or praise, it was isolation.

None of his fellow officers or colleagues ever visited him, neither during his prime nor at his funeral. This was because, the news wasn’t made public as they didn’t want unnecessary attacks on the government, and hence, none bothered to visit him.

None, except one, visited him at his funeral.

His name was Kim Ryung, his colleague.

He did appear to have been his best friend, but his intentions were far from what was shown.

Even his attendance at the funeral had a hidden motive. He wanted to use the opportunity to propose to Zain’s mother, hoping to take advantage of the situation to advance his own interests. However, Jay's mother saw right through his intentions and refused his proposal, knowing that he was only interested in her body and not in truly taking care of her son.

Zain’s mother was a normal human, whereas Kim was a high-ranking Earth Angel, there was just no way that she could get out unscathed even after refuting him!

Face… the cost for refuting him was the disfiguration of her face. Zain’s mother, Zelia, was successfully converted from beauty to one of the ugliest out there.

Needless to say, the scar on Zain’s face was also the result of Kim’s powers, who spared not even a little kid, after all, he was the fruit of love between the one he loved, Zelia, and the one he hated, that is, Zain’s father, Kain.

All the women who hated Zelia for her beauty and the men who liked her, started to destroy her mind after seeing what had happened. She was emotionally and mentally down, and seeing this battle of emotions that his mother fought for so many years, Zain, at the age of 16, asked if they could move to a different city.

Taking his suggestion into consideration, Zelia decided to move to a different city. But criticism followed there as well.

But the situation was much better than earlier.

She was somewhat at ease, and Zain, who started to attend the school here, despite being bullied because of his low strength and ugliness, kept it a secret from his mother.

Zain walked out, only to find his mother on her knees.

“Mother!”, he didn’t hesitate to hug her, by kneeling on the ground, matching her position.

“Please forgive me.”

He said as tears drizzled down his eyes, his mother crying at the same time while being puzzled.

They shared this moment for a few minutes, which healed most of the pain that they had suffered all this time.

Zain, in his previous life, had only once been hugged, by Alisha, but there was no warmth, in contrast, the hug was cold.

But now, his lifelong wish had been fulfilled. Although Zelia had hugged him on countless occasions, he never thought much of those moments as he had yet to regain his memories during those times.

It was only now, that, his heart felt a bit at ease.

Zain revealed that he would be going to school upon hearing which, his mother smiled. She walked down and set the table with breakfast, waiting for him to get ready in the meanwhile.

And while he was in the bath, tons of thoughts shrouded his mind yet again.

The common being:

He no longer wanted to be oppressed; instead, he decided that he would become the oppressor himself.

Although it may have been a morally questionable path, he had resolved to become a force of evil to combat those who did evil to him. He planned to leave the good ones alone, as they were few and far between in his eyes.

‘First those bullies…’

‘And then…’, he even started making a to-do list during which, he was reminded of a serious issue.

The most pressing concern on his mind now was whether or not he still had his powers.

He didn’t completely test all his skills, so he couldn’t say for sure.

During his time in heaven, each angel possessed many skills. Along with that, a unique power based on the deity they worshipped was also granted.

Once they had pledged their allegiance to the deity, they were granted blessings that allowed them to use or advance special powers.

The most important rule was that the angels had to pledge their allegiance to at least one deity! If not, then they would be branded as a fallen angel!

However, that was different in the case of Dark Angels. The ones possessing abyssal eyes, obsidian black hair and black skin, were considered to have contracted with the demons. Whether it be a baby or an adult, none were subjected to exceptions and due to that, they weren’t allowed to have the chance to contract any deity.

This led to them being branded as Fallen Angels, making them a target for all the hatred of the Angels.

‘Hmm, indeed. I can only use a minuscule of my powers, but none of my skills.’

‘I need to regain them.’

‘And for that, I need to…’, he thought about it for a few more seconds while standing still in the shower.

After a few, he exited, drying his hair and then wearing his school uniform.

‘Ah, just look at this.’, he smiled as he spotted many kick marks, faintly visible on the shirt.

His mother didn’t have the chance to take a look at it as he always did the laundry for his cloth, but the last of his suffering was just too unbearable.

He never thought about picking his clothes and washing them, hence the marks.

He smiled, his eyes widening as each second passed by and his body warming up from anger.

‘Looks like there will be a blood bath today.’, he said to himself as he wore the same shirt, without trying to even dust it.

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