"I can't believe he left us like this."
"Yeah, he was a good guy."
"Come on, gentlemen, let's go in."
The people were wearing mournful black clothes, as if they were wearing them for the first time in their lives. The sky was clear and bright as usual, but people's hearts were sad.
The reason for this grief was the funeral of Usher, the man who had died of illness and was beloved by all.
"He was a good father, a devoted husband, and a wonderful friend," were the sayings of most of the people who attended.
At the funeral were his son Jack, his daughter Emma, and his wife Sarah. Jack was 19, and Emma was 18. Sarah was 41 years old, and she looked very sad. In the eyes of others, this was evidence of how much she loved her husband, but of course there is another reason for that great sadness, which is her inability to stay with him until the end and because she has been a little cold near him lately. She wanted to take her back in time to the good old days; she really wanted that.
Also at the funeral was someone close to Asher, Helen. Helen was a 36-year-old woman, and she wore ordinary black clothes, but because of her obvious beauty, she looked like a masterpiece. Even though she had the features of great sadness clear on her face, people knew that she was like Asher's sister and his friend since childhood. They did not know that she also loved him, but she had tried to do something Asher did not want, and she was mean to him in their last meeting, which made her heart feel very heavy.
The Asher house was an above-average house, and as it can be described as being close to the homes of the rich, although it seemed ordinary to people, only the Wilson family knows how much Usher suffered for this house. The house consisted of two floors, where the family slept on the upper floor, which contained three rooms and a bathroom, while they ate or watched TV on the ground floor, which contained a kitchen, living room, dining room, and another bathroom. The house was simple but full of love and happiness.
The funeral began at ten in the morning. The house was full of people. There were friends and relatives of Usher, as well as neighbors.
The coffin was covered with flowers of different colors.
The priest began to pray. The prayer was sad and touching. People were crying and mourning Usher's death, and even people who didn't know him well were affected.
After praying, it was time for the people closest to Usher to speak. Helen began to speak. Helen spoke of Usher with love and respect. She was talking about his good qualities and how he always helped others.
Helen's words were very touching. People started to cry more, and then she concluded with a familiar phrase.
"He was a good father, a devoted husband, an amazing friend, and...the best brother I could ever dream of."
After Helen spoke, other of Usher's close friends spoke.
Like Sam, Alex, Jamie, and many others, they spoke from the heart, and they all respected Usher.
After they finished their dialogue, the wife spoke. Sarah was looking at her husband's coffin, and tears were welling from her eyes.
Point, my husband, I love you so much." Sarah said with a burning heart, "I'm sorry if I'm not the good wife for you... Please *wheeing* just forgive me. You're leaving so quickly, I-uh-I just can't bear this. Tears poured down Sarah's face heavily while Emma helped her back to her seat before she stood in the middle of the room and spoke now.
"Father, I love you so much," said Emma. Her face changes to sadness before she continues, "I will be proud of you, Dad. I will never make you feel anxious about me, and I will be worthy of being your daughter."
"That was a good talk."
"Yes, indeed, she is a good child."
People were talking about Emma's dialogue, which made her feel a little disturbed because she was not addressing them with everything; she was addressing her father's spirit wherever she was.
Finally, a young teenager with black hair and eyes as heavenly as the sky stepped forward, but the audience seemed to have noticed something strange about this young man.
"Hey, is that his son? Why does he look so cold?"
"I don't know, maybe because of the shock?"
"I read in one of the magazines that if a person does not bear a great shock, he will face it coldly."
Oh, poor child."
Jack looked with his storm-like eyes now at the audience, as if he were passing a knife across their necks, and he was hearing whispers, but it was not their whispers but rather the whispers of something malicious. Now, at that moment, Jack's headache was at its highest stage, and the scenes in front of him were empty. Of any color, and every living creature bore that black line across his face and that sickening, garbled sound every time they spoke, he was literally on edge among all these people surrounding him, the sights of blood and corpses running through his head like a waterfall, a waterfall of the blood. He wanted to stop this pain, to stop that noise, to stop whatever that thing was gnawing at his head like it was a parasite.
Jack clenched his fist, and a look of coldness appeared on his face. At that moment, everyone felt that there was something wrong with this young man. Only from his appearance could it be said that he was not normal. Even more than that, their instincts were telling them to get out of there. Jack sighed. Then he clenched his fist; the pain of suppressing those thoughts was greater.
Then Jack turned to the people who were at the funeral.
"You hypocritical bastards, bitches, and pigs, thank you for coming to Asher Wilson's funeral. You can stay as long as you like because I'm out anyway. Jack stepped forward.
"Huh?"
"Why is this insolent?"
"Has he really lost his mind?"
"I can't believe a son of Asher would be like this."
"Hey, boy!" A large man stood in front of Usher and said:
"We all know you're sad and broken, but you've crossed a line."
"Yes, young man, listen to me and calm down, because death is the end of one person's life, not the whole of life," said an old man.
Jack raised an eyebrow and then replied coldly.
"So I suppose it's okay for me to take your life? It's as cheap as you describe it, isn't it?"
What...? "
"Brother, stop; you are insulting yourself and our late father with your actions."
"Shut up, girl. Emma was shocked by her brother's words.
"Let everyone know that Asher Wilson, although I disagree with his thinking, is a more important person than all of you, but lo and behold, you are alive and he is dead, so why? This is really not in my nature, but today I will tell you. Jack narrowed his eyes, then formed the features of a raging dog, and said
"Your world is decadent, and your soul is decadent. Tell me, are you here to honor a dead person or to let others see you here and then hear them talk about how considerate and kind you are? The fact that it was just an insult on my part made you fight to regain your frankly non-existent dignity. The audience, before making their way through the huge man and out the door, left the house in deathly silence.
Oh, that's embarrassing, isn't it, John? Kasia, who was among the people attending the funeral, spoke up.
"...." Her assistant remained silent.
He sighed, "Let's go catch him; I need him for my plans. With this, Cassia and John left the house and followed Jack.
"Jack Wilson, calm down. Thank you. There is no need for all this."
When Cassia caught up with Jack, Jack turned to look at her, and his condition was frightening and somewhat uncomfortable. He was sweating visibly, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be in pain.
"Good that you are here; let's go to that place; you should have finished all your preparations."
"That's true, but it's still early.
Jack interrupted her.
"Oh, I also want you to sign a contract with me that says you will financially take care of the Wilson family. Everything about money should be in the contract."
"What are you talking about? Cassia said, but Jack interrupted her again.
"Also, I want us to divide anything we find underground by 70 for me and 20 for you. I need to check something."
Jack was moving quickly while Kasia was following him, but in an instant, the beautiful woman stopped moving and said in a cold voice,
"You're overestimating yourself, transferee."
Jack also stopped walking and turned back.
"Have you finally lost your mind?" The moment Jack finished his sentence, there was a knife directed towards his neck by John with the scar, then he took out an electric shocker and shocked Jack, making him kneel on the ground and smoke coming out of his body.
Wow, it's amazing you really put up with this; you really are a monster. Disgusting tsk." Kasia kicked Jack's head before she could finish.
"Do you treat me like you're really on par with me, as in the beginning? No, you awful teleporter. Thanks to you, I rule the world now, while you're just a teleporter broken by the death of someone who doesn't even know you're not his son! Ha-ha-ha, or maybe you're suffering from some kind of disease. I mean, dude! Man, I was like a dog over there!"
Kasia was smiling wryly and looking at Jack with a look of contempt.
"Thank you for your efforts, Master Transfer, but now I'm sure I'd conquer the Underground Realm without you, Jun. Please do your thing."
John lifted a small iron ball full of holes.
"I'm actually surprised you didn't ask for jail balls in other countries. It's only going to make my job easier. Okay now, bye."
John brought the prison ball closer to Jack, who was still, but in one second he raised his head and said one word.
bell
"....." After hearing that word, both Kasia and Jun stopped moving. An invisible force stopped them, and an excruciating headache began to circulate in their heads.
"M-what's going on? I... I... Ugh." Kasia's eyes widened in pain, and in the next moment, images popped up in front of her as if they were thoughts, but it soon became clear that they were memories that had been erased from her brain. She and John were in the room with the teleporter for the first time. That young man with black hair and cyan eyes moved quickly but without any weapon, causing them to be confused. Then, in the next second, he moved his hand in pieces, causing them to lose comprehension.
.....
Back to that time, Jack cut off their souls and made them submit to him if he said one word, and that word was *bell, and he also made them forget about this trick until they heard the wordbell, and then they would suffer from a terrible headache and these memories would pop up in front of them, and then in the next second they became Abda Jack.
.....
Cassia and John kneel in front of Jack, who appears to be recovering from electric shock burns and paralysis, then get up and pick up the prison ball from the ground.
"System, does the prison ball require the target's soul to be inside the body?"
‹ If a long time has not passed since the spirit has left the body of the target, the user can successfully use the prison ball, and you will know this by its vibration. ›
"Perfect." Jack first approached John and commanded him.
"Open your mouth. John opened his mouth, and Jack inserted both hands inside in reverse and then began to pull hard, as if he were opening a can. John's lips were tearing, followed by the mouth area, where the muscles were tearing and revealing a bloody area; the teeth were also shattered; and tears were streaming down John's face before Jack finished it off with a quick move and slashed John's head open from his mouth.
The smell of blood in the place and the screams of the passing people who saw it by chance and seeing John's brain in addition to all the flesh and bones inside made Kasia really know what the word fear means. Her life was normal and she went through many misfortunes, but she was a genius and a brilliant planner, so she passed. With all the difficulties, it went smoothly, and you will know the meaning of fear one day, but at that moment she saw the devil himself in front of her. The strange thing is that Jack then picked up the prison ball and activated it in the air around John's body, and in the next moment the ball shook and began to suck and devour John's soul.
When Jack finished with John, he turned to Cassia, grabbed her head, put his thumbs in front of her eyes, and then said
"enjoy~"
Then slowly he started squeezing and squeezing as screaming filled the entire street. No one knew what to do, so they just ran away as blood was pouring down Kasia's face, who was in the most agonizing agony now. Without being able to resist, he was crushing her eyeballs and then pressing more directly towards the brain. While he was making his thumbs at a sharper angle with each pressure to slide more smoothly, he exerted his great strength on her head with his remaining fingers until, in an instant, Kasia's head exploded and the fragments of her brain, blood, and flesh splattered all over, causing chaos.
Then Jack took out another prison ball and activated it in the air until it started shaking, then he sat on the ground and watched the two balls shake very violently.
Even an expert and powerful teleporter like him couldn't resist that ball, so he could guess that it was pure hell for them. Then, after a minute, the first ball stopped before the second one could follow, and Jack got up and picked them up.
In the meantime, the police were surrounding the place and calling for backup because whatever it was that unleashed all these evils must have been frightening and dangerous, but in the next second, a young man with black hair and sky blue eyes came out of the place. He had a pretty appearance, and maybe the girl would like If it were not so heavily stained with blood that it made its appearance terrifying in every sense of the word,
Jack looked around, and whispers began to rise in his head. He wanted to Jack clutched his heart and head as he struggled to suppress the feeling, but he couldn't, so he played his last card.
He whispered weakly and quickly.
" transition "
The scene in front of Jack changed quickly to appear on a black island surrounded by turbid black water at first, then beautiful clear water. He raised his head to look at the shape of the sky, similar to outer space, and the picturesque clouds before focusing his gaze forward and hitting him with a beam of beautiful sunset light.