Chapter 2: The Perfect System
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Damian stared at Samantha in disbelief.
The warm smile on her face was completely different from the contempt she had shown him earlier that day.
For a moment, he wondered if everything that happened at school had been some horrible misunderstanding.
Maybe she regretted humiliating him.
Maybe she wanted to apologize.
Maybe...
His broken heart desperately searched for hope.
"Come on."
Samantha stood up from the booth.
"We need to talk somewhere private."
Damian hesitated.
"Talk about what?"
Samantha rolled her eyes.
"Do you want answers or not?"
Before Damian could respond, she had already started walking toward the exit.
After a brief hesitation, he followed.
Outside, the evening sun was beginning to set.
The city streets were bathed in an orange glow.
Samantha walked ahead without saying a word.
Damian followed several steps behind.
The farther they walked, the more uneasy he felt.
The busy streets gradually disappeared.
The number of pedestrians became smaller.
Soon, they entered a deserted section behind several abandoned buildings.
Damian frowned.
"Samantha."
She didn't answer.
"Samantha, where are we going?"
"Just a little further."
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
His instincts screamed at him to leave.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
As they turned a corner into a narrow alley, several figures emerged from the shadows.
Damian's footsteps stopped instantly.
His face paled.
Standing in front of him was Tyler Dale.
Beside him stood four large students.
Each of them looked far stronger than Damian.
The moment Damian saw their expressions, he understood everything.
The invitation.
The smile.
The private conversation.
It had all been a lie.
A trap.
Tyler smirked.
"Welcome."
Damian slowly turned toward Samantha.
"You tricked me?"
Samantha crossed her arms.
"I never promised anything."
Her indifference hurt more than he expected.
Tyler stepped forward.
His expensive watch reflected the fading sunlight.
Unlike Damian's worn-out clothes, Tyler looked like someone born into wealth.
Confident.
Arrogant.
Untouchable.
"Tell me something."
Tyler's voice was calm.
Too calm.
"Why did Isabella Hart save you yesterday?"
Damian blinked.
"What?"
Tyler's eyes narrowed.
"Don't play dumb."
He grabbed Damian's collar.
"Why did Isabella go out of her way to help you?"
"I don't know."
Tyler tightened his grip.
"You don't know?"
"I really don't."
It was the truth.
Even Damian didn't understand why Isabella seemed concerned about him.
Tyler's expression darkened.
"Are you aware that Isabella is my woman?"
Damian froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
Before he could respond, Samantha suddenly spoke.
"What?"
Her tone carried obvious dissatisfaction.
Tyler glanced at her.
"What?"
Samantha frowned.
"I thought I was your woman."
An awkward silence followed.
The goons exchanged strange looks.
Tyler's expression changed briefly.
Then he laughed.
"Of course you are."
"Then why are you talking about Isabella?"
Samantha demanded.
Tyler's smile faded.
"That's none of your business."
The atmosphere became tense.
Damian looked back and forth between them.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Tyler wasn't angry because of Samantha.
He was angry because Isabella had shown concern for someone beneath him.
To Tyler, it wasn't about love.
It was about pride.
Possession.
Control.
How could someone like Damian receive attention from the woman everyone admired?
Tyler's eyes returned to Damian.
The irritation in them had only grown stronger.
"You know what I hate most?"
Damian remained silent.
"I hate people who don't know their place."
Tyler released Damian's collar.
Then he shoved him backward.
Damian stumbled.
The goons immediately surrounded him.
Fear crept into his heart.
"Tyler..."
"You should've stayed away from Isabella."
"I didn't do anything."
"Wrong answer."
Tyler nodded toward his companions.
"Teach him a lesson."
The group moved forward.
What followed felt like a nightmare.
No matter how hard Damian tried to explain, nobody listened.
No matter how much he struggled, the difference in strength was overwhelming.
Minutes felt like hours.
Every ounce of dignity he possessed was stripped away.
Meanwhile, Tyler watched with folded arms.
Completely indifferent.
Samantha stood nearby.
At first, she appeared annoyed.
Then uncomfortable.
Eventually, she looked away entirely.
Even she seemed unable to continue watching.
Yet she didn't stop it.
Not once.
As the sky darkened, Damian's strength gradually faded.
His body felt heavier.
His vision blurred.
His consciousness drifted.
Eventually, Tyler raised his hand.
"Enough."
The goons stepped back.
Damian collapsed onto the cold pavement.
He could barely move.
Tyler crouched beside him.
His expensive shoes stopped inches from Damian's face.
"Remember this."
His voice carried absolute confidence.
"You and I belong to different worlds."
"You'll never be anything."
"Stay away from Isabella."
"Stay away from Samantha."
"And stay out of my sight."
Tyler stood up.
Without another glance, he turned around.
"Let's go."
The group left.
Their footsteps gradually disappeared into the distance.
Soon, only Damian remained.
Alone.
Broken.
Abandoned.
The alley became silent.
The city lights flickered in the distance.
For several minutes, Damian simply lay there.
Unable to move.
Unable to think.
Unable to understand why his life had become like this.
What had he done wrong?
Was being poor a crime?
Was working hard something to be ashamed of?
Why did everyone look down on him?
Why was fate so unfair?
The humiliation from earlier.
The betrayal.
The pain.
Everything flooded his mind simultaneously.
Tears slowly formed in his eyes.
Not because of physical suffering.
But because his spirit had finally reached its limit.
He laughed bitterly.
A hollow laugh.
A laugh filled with despair.
"What a joke..."
His voice was weak.
"My entire life is a joke."
No matter how hard he worked, others could destroy everything effortlessly.
No matter how kind he tried to be, nobody cared.
People like Tyler were born with everything.
People like Damian were born with nothing.
The world was unfair.
Cruelly unfair.
His fists clenched.
A trace of hatred appeared in his eyes.
For the first time in his life, he genuinely hated someone.
Tyler Dale.
Samantha Lewis.
Everyone who had laughed at him.
Everyone who treated him like garbage.
"If there really is a heaven..."
Damian muttered.
"If there really is fate..."
His voice trembled.
"Then give me a chance."
"Just one chance."
"I'll make them regret everything."
The moment those words left his mouth—
A strange sound echoed inside his mind.
Ding!
Damian's eyes widened.
"What?"
A mechanical voice suddenly spoke.
Cold.
Emotionless.
Ancient.
Yet somehow powerful.
[Perfect System Activating...]
Damian froze.
His heartbeat accelerated.
The voice continued.
[1%...]
[15%...]
[38%...]
[67%...]
[89%...]
[100%]
The alley suddenly became silent again.
Damian wondered if he had gone insane.
Then another notification appeared.
Floating before his eyes.
A translucent blue screen.
Just like something from a video game.
[Perfect System Activated]
Damian's pupils contracted.
"What is this?"
The screen remained suspended before him.
Bright.
Real.
Impossible.
A new message appeared.
[Host Identified: Damian Carter]
[Status: Alive]
[Physical Condition: Poor]
[Financial Condition: Poor]
[Mental State: Unstable]
[Potential: Extremely High]
Damian could barely breathe.
His entire worldview was collapsing.
Before he could react further, another notification appeared.
[Main Objective Established]
[Become Perfect In All Things]
The words glowed brilliantly.
Then the mechanical voice spoke once more.
[Host Qualification Approved]
[Beginning Emergency Recovery Procedure]
[Teleportation Initiated]
"What?!"
Before Damian could process the message, a brilliant light engulfed his vision.
Everything disappeared.
The alley.
The buildings.
The night sky.
All of it vanished.
Darkness consumed him.
And Damian lost consciousness.
...
...
Morning sunlight streamed through a dormitory window.
Birds chirped outside.
The sounds of students preparing for class echoed throughout the building.
Damian slowly opened his eyes.
For several seconds, he remained motionless.
Confused.
Disoriented.
Then his eyes widened.
His dorm room.
He was in his dorm room.
He sat up immediately.
"What?!"
His gaze darted around.
The familiar desk.
The old wardrobe.
The peeling paint on the wall.
Everything was exactly the same.
But that wasn't possible.
The last thing he remembered was collapsing in the alley.
He quickly examined himself.
No severe pain.
No weakness.
No signs of what had happened.
It was as though everything from last night had been a dream.
A nightmare.
Yet deep down, Damian knew it had happened.
Then—
Ding!
The familiar mechanical voice echoed inside his head.
[Good Morning, Host]
Damian froze.
A glowing blue screen materialized before him.
[Perfect System Online]
[Welcome, Damian Carter]
[Would You Like To Begin Your Journey Toward Perfection?]
Damian stared at the floating screen.
His heartbeat thundered.
His breathing became uneven.
The impossible was standing directly before him.
And somehow...
He knew his life would never be the same again.
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