Chapter 61 Liam’s Initiation I
Liam sat on his couch, stretching his legs as he finished setting up his new phone, scrolling through the settings one last time to make sure everything was in order. With a deep sigh, he placed the phone on the small table beside him, leaned back, and allowed himself to sink into the soft cushions. His eyes drifted to the high ceiling above, and for the first time in a while, an old memory surfaced in his mind—one he hadn’t thought about in a long time.
His home used to be so lively before, filled with warmth, laughter, and the comforting presence of his mother, whose cheerful voice used to echo through the walls as she chased him around, tickling him until he could barely breathe from laughter. He remembered how she would scoop him up into her arms, spinning him around playfully, her soft brown eyes always shining with love. His father, however, had always been different. More distant. Always busy with work, always locked away in his home office, buried under stacks of documents and research notes about some high-tech project he had been working on before his untimely death. Liam barely ever stepped foot into that office when he was younger—it had always felt like a sacred, off-limits place, like a world he was never meant to be part of. But after his father’s passing, everything in that office had been cleared out, leaving behind nothing but dust and empty shelves, erasing any trace of the man who had once spent so many sleepless nights in there.
Liam exhaled quietly, a wave of loneliness creeping up his spine as he stared at the ceiling. Now, it was only him. Every day felt dull, repetitive, and, at times, downright terrifying. There had been moments—dark, fleeting moments—where he had considered ending it all, slipping away from the endless cycle of emptiness. But he had always forced himself to push those thoughts away as quickly as they came, locking them deep inside his mind where they couldn’t take root.
But then... things changed.
Ever since that fateful day—the day Sam and his group had chased him down, forcing him into the path of an oncoming car—his life had taken a turn he never expected. Waking up after the accident, finding himself gifted with a mysterious system, his once-meaningless existence had suddenly become... fun. Dangerous, yes. Unpredictable, definitely. But interesting nonetheless.
As he thought about those boys—the ones who had ruined his life, who had taken so much from him—his deep blue eyes darkened, a dangerous light flickering in their depths. He licked his lips slowly, a cruel grin stretching across his face.
Death.
That was the only fitting punishment for what they did to him.
But he wouldn’t kill them just yet. No, that would be far too merciful. He wanted to toy with them, break them, drag them into the depths of despair before pushing them into their inevitable, agonizing deaths. He wanted them to suffer.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of a phone shattered the silence.
Liam blinked, his thoughts momentarily disrupted, before glancing at the table. His phone screen was dark. It wasn’t the one ringing.