60 You Don't Need God
“Oh my god, Anong. Did they do this to you?” Asher asked in a tone of surprise as he walked towards his bed.
Anong tried to force open his eyes fully to get a clearer look and recognized that it was his teacher, Arthit, who tried to look out for him before, “T-Teacher…”
“Yes, I am right here. Should I call up your father?” Asher knew Anong lived with his father, who was known to be quite useless.
“N-No…Please don’t…I don’t want him to see me like this…”
“Ha…okay, if that is what you want. But look at this…this is not okay. It will be at least a week before you can walk normally. And next time, what if you lose your life? You have to do something about this. Look at me and tell me you don’t want those four to pay for what they did,” Asher asked as he looked into his eyes.
Anong’s chin quivered as tears flooded his eyes, and he said in a low, seething voice, “I…do want them to pay, teacher. I really do wish for it. B-But…god won’t help me…no matter how badly I want them gone,” Anong said as his eyes shone with a dark light.
“You don’t need god. But imagine this…what if…you can get the power to do what you want?” Asher asked with his hand on his chest.
Anong had a confused look, though his eyes became eager, “I…I don’t understand. How…”
Asher briefly smiled, “Simply close your eyes and keep wishing to get the power you need to get rid of those bullies. Imagine the ways you would want to get rid of them, and you will find your answer.”
Anong didn’t understand what exactly his teacher meant. But in his moment of despair and desperation, he decided to do whatever his teacher said, no matter how hopeless it all seemed.
Asher smiled, seeing Anong close his eyes while his fists clenched together, his body getting filled with dark emotions.
Asher was drawing runes on Anong’s hand without his knowledge to prepare his body to receive some of his strength. This was something Merina taught him so that he could cut up a part of his mana circuit and transfer it to Anong to hold some of his power.
However, for these runes to work, it was necessary for the target, or Anong in this case, to hold strong dark thoughts or emotions. Only that way would the runes be able to establish a compatible medium to channel demonic power.
And since Anong was already wishing for the death of those bullies strongly, it made Asher’s job easy, finally.
Just as he completed drawing the runes, Asher leaned forward as he placed his mouth beside Anong’s ears, “Since you wished for it, you shall receive the power of Hellbringer,” As he said this, Asher’s eyes briefly glowed dark green while his skull flashed briefly beneath his skin.
Waves of dark green energy flowed from Asher’s hand to Anong’s body.
HP : 93 -> 60 / 144
STR : 25 -> 18
DEF : 19 -> 12
DEX : 15 -> 10
Asher saw his stats go down as he transferred a part of his power to Anong, making him feel like he was cutting away a part of his body. However, he didn’t transfer any mana since he felt that Anong wouldn’t definitely need it to take care of some manaless humans.
“Earrghhh!!” Anong suddenly grimaced and began to howl in pain. He didn’t know why but suddenly, he felt his entire body getting hotter and hotter, as if he was getting burned alive.
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He could feel the pain from his injuries slowly fading away and feel the flow of something scorching hot and powerful coursing through every inch of his body, making him feel better as seconds passed.
However, at the same time, this feeling of gaining power as he wished only made him think even more about killing those who bullied him. His mind sank into a pool of blazing darkness as he even began to forget everything else till only his desire to kill those who wronged him was left behind.
He suddenly got up with his eyes widened and removed the bandages from his body. Even though the injuries on his body were not fully healed, he had never felt so better or strong before.
Nothing else mattered to him at this moment other than venting his urge to kill. It was as if he didn’t even want to think of anything else, afraid that this feeling of having the power he wanted might disappear.
Asher smiled as he saw Anong walk out of the sick room with a fevered expression, his eyes looking as dark as they ever could.
He saw how he managed to push Anong over the edge to make him finally embrace his deepest dark desire. Now all he had to do was wait, though there wasn’t much time left.
It was almost evening as all the classes had ended by now. However, he realized Anong knew where those four would be at this time and saw him walking up towards the terrace.
Somsak and his three friends were getting high on their weed when they saw the fatty pig named Anong suddenly coming through the door of the terrace.
“Hey, look at who decided to crash in on our party,” Somsak chuckled with a look of surprise, though just like the others, he was surprised that this fatty was on his feet already.
They were sure they beat him up enough to not let him walk for at least a few days. But then, how come he was already looking better, and why was he here?
“Huh, you wanna say something, piggy?” Arthip asked, seeing how the fatty had his face lowered and seemed to be mumbling something continuously.
Despite how surprised and puzzled they were, they sneered as they circled around the fatty pig, though they wondered why the air felt off around him. It was just making them feel uncomfortable in an inexplicable way, coupled with the mumbling that was only getting on their nerves.
“Let’s hear what piggy has to say,” Pornthip bent his head as he placed his ear near the fatty’s mouth to hear what he was mumbling so that he could mock him.
“You all will die…You all will die…You all will die…” Anong kept mumbling the same sentence over and over, making Pornthip feel chills going down his spine, unable to understand why.
“Looks like we went too soft on you, eh, fatty?” Amree chuckled as he raised his hand to slap the back of Anong’s head.
But suddenly, a chubby hand caught his wrist right before his hand could touch Anong’s head, “Huh…” Amree and the others were stupified upon seeing how Amree’s hand was stopped by none other than this pig.
“How embarrassing, Amree. How could you be so slow enough to let that pig catch your wrist?” Somsak said with a shake of his head, making Amree’s face become red with anger that this pig embarrassed him.
He tried to shake off the pig’s hand, but to his shock, he felt as if his wrist was being gripped by something as hard as steel. And this grip was only getting tighter and tighter with every second, making him feel like his wrist bone might break.
“Get your fucking hand off me, pig!” Amree shouted with an unnerved look as he raised his other hand to punch this fatty’s face.
But right at that moment, Anong suddenly twisted Amree’s wrist, snapping his bones right away.
“YAARGHHH!!” Amree howled in pain as he stumbled back and fell, much to the shock of the other three, “Amree!” They were shocked, especially because of the grotesque way in which his wrist was twisted.
“You all will die!” Anong suddenly raised his head as he loudly said with a deathly cold expression.
“Fuck you!!” Somsak didn’t like how uneasy he was feeling and punched Anong’s face with a crazed look.
Anong had a cold smile as he got punched in the face again and again till his nose began to bleed.
But Somsak’s punches were getting weaker since he felt his fist getting hurt the more he punched him. It felt like he was punching a wall, and he had to shake his hand with a horrified look while the other two were frozen in their spot, still unable to process their shock.
Anong tilted his head as he said with killing intent in his voice, “My turn,” Saying so, Anong punched Somsak’s chest with a deafening blow, followed by the echo of ribs cracking.
“URGH!” Somsak was knocked off his feet, and he fell on his back, clutching his chest with a terrified face.
Anong sat atop him as he clutched Somsak’s neck, “Let me hear you call me piggy again…” Anong mumbled with a death-cold look as he punched Somsak’s face, knocking out a tooth from his mouth, and continued to punch him again and again, not even allowing him to cry for mercy.
Arthip and Pornthip came to their senses upon seeing Somsak getting punched. Pornthip saw a shovel kept on the side and quickly picked it up to smash at Anong’s back.
*BHAM!*
Pornthip struck Anong’s back with the shovel using all the strength in his arms, but all it did was push Anong’s body forward, followed by a muffled grunt.
But what frightened him and the others was that Anong paid no mind to it and kept punching Somsak’s face, which was turning into a bloody mess by the second.
“F-Fuck this…A demon possessed him! Run!” Pornthip was too shaken by the gory sight before him, and seeing Anong’s state, he realized a demon was inside him as he had heard stories of demons possessing people and how they act afterward.
So he knew escaping was the only option, as he didn’t want his soul to get devoured by a demon.
Arthip and Amree who had his wrist broken, were equally or more terrified as they followed Pornthip to run towards the door.
But to their horror, the door seemed locked and wasn’t opening, no matter how hard they tried to open it.
“FUCK! NOO!!” Pornthip screamed with a panic-stricken face as despair loomed around the tree.
But suddenly, they heard the sound of metal scratching against the ground. With chattering teeth, they slowly turned around to see Anong slowly walking towards them while dragging the shovel through the ground. His face was dripping with Somsak’s blood as they saw his corpse lying behind, his face a mangled, bloody mess.
“NOOOO!!!” In the next couple of moments, only screams and howls of pain and despair echoed, followed by the sound of flesh getting punctured by a shovel again and again till all the screams died down.