Pain changes everything, and so does trauma. I used to be a weak child, scared of the smallest things, smiling at the silliest things, and disgusted by blood.
I was just a frail person who couldn't confront anyone, but now...
I've changed.
I am now ready to face the world with a smile. I kill demons with a calm spirit and a cold heart. I am now the worst nightmare anyone could have, all because of pain.
After years in the world of crime, after becoming the king of the most famous gangs, no one stands in my way anymore. No one challenges me. Everyone fears to utter my name or speak to me. Terror resides in the hearts of all those around me.
I am the absolute reaper and the creator of darkness.
Each day, I become filthier than the day before. I kill for my pleasure, oppress for my pleasure, plunder and do everything for my pleasure.
I love the ocean. I adore the night. I descend to the depths and swim under the light of the sky.
I remember being at the bottom of the ocean, dancing in the water under the hideous moonlight, holding someone's head. And that head wasn't in good condition at all; there was a large dagger in it.
It's the head of someone I hated, so I decided to let the sharks devour his filthy, rotten head.
The head with the filthiest and worst mind in humanity must be eaten by the fish to learn how to kill their children without mercy. I believe that because of this cursed head, all sharks will go extinct.
I didn't go to him; he came to me. I don't know how he recognized my features and how he knew that I was his son.
But when I saw him, I knew at first glance.
It was my father.
He said he wanted some money, that he missed me and wanted to live with me.
I didn't speak, just smiled.
Because I remembered everything he did to me, everything.
He was no longer the giant he once was.
Instead, he was an old, short man with a big belly like he was pregnant, a filthy tongue, and unkempt hair. He looked like a beggar.
So, I couldn't bear to look at him. I closed my eyes in disgust, took my dagger, and placed it in his head, piercing his skull.
About the skulls...
Now, the tiger that was passing in front of me had its skull completely shattered by a corpse behind me.
I looked at the corpse and thought about giving it the command to attack the tiger. Before I could utter a word, it had already gone and shattered the tiger's skull with a single blow.
Now I understand how things work.
"Status."
Name: Joker
Level: 30
Health: 100/100
Strength: 35+ Intelligence: 60+ Endurance: 28+
Luck: 43+ Charisma: 20+ Magic: 30+
You have 32 additional points.
I thought for a moment, then decided what to increase:
Strength: 42 Intelligence: 65 Endurance: 30
Luck: 50 Charisma: 25 Magic: 35
I activated some new, powerful abilities and skills for the magician, warrior, tamer, and shapeshifter.
I started testing my soldiers, summoning some and leaving others, making them kill many white tigers.
I killed some of the corpses and discovered that they don't die no matter what. If I cut off the head, they carry it and put it back. Their limbs regenerate. They are an immortal army.
After another month passed,
I think I've gone too far now. I think excitement took over me a bit.
But what can I do? This is my damned personality.
In front of me now are 100 werewolves.
I am in the wolves' lair.
But strangely, I don't feel fear; my body shivers with excitement.
Is it because I have 35 corpses under me, all level 40?
Or because there are 10 strong wolves beside me?
And those weak tigers too, more than 50 tigers?
No, it's not because of all this.
The matter is very simple. I am happy because I am about to partake in a massacre now.
I will see a lot of blood and cause
a lot of destruction.
I saw the wolves rushing towards us with all their might.
I haven't declared the attack yet.
Wait.
Wait.
"Warrior's Cry."
"Blessing of the Soldiers."
"Sky Light."
The sunlight quickly targeted those wolves. In the past, it would have burned their skins, but today more than 10 wolves burned because of this skill alone.
"Earth Spikes."
Giant spikes emerged from the ground, tearing the wolves' bodies apart.
Many wolves were approaching us.
And when they reached a certain point,
35 hands pierced the ground from beneath them,
tearing apart more than 35 monsters. Blood was spreading in the sky in a terrifying manner. If anyone saw what was happening, they would
fall to the ground in shock.
My corpses emerged from the ground quickly and began the massacre.
I won't let them have all the fun.
Attack!
I and my tigers charged with all our might, grabbed one quickly, and lifted it into the air.
I told you there are three auras:
The blue aura,
the red aura,
and the black aura.
And there is an additional fourth aura unrelated to level.
It's the Joker's aura, the aura of blood and destruction, and the intent of absolute killing.
My aura.
I placed my sword into the ground until it pierced through.
"Lightning Strike."
An electric charge emerged from the ground,
paralyzing many wolves.
"Shadow Steps."
I quickly reached the center of the wolves,
cutting off heads while laughing hysterically.
I was truly enjoying myself.
I've never had this much fun before.
"Severing Strike."
"Cutting Sword."
I cut off heads here and limbs there.
Blood was everywhere around me, and the screams of pain and the annoying howls were perfect.
I received many wounds on my body, but I didn't care. I am now at the peak of my happiness. There is no one happier than me now.
My corpses attacked intelligently, defending at times and attacking at others.
"My level has risen."
My level hadn't increased in a month, but finally, in the midst of battle, my level rose.
I was very happy, so I decided to show them my new magical attack.
"Meteor Flames."
Many meteors descended from the sky, dancing with flames and tearing the wolves' bodies apart.
All my tigers died because of those meteors. I haven't learned how to control them yet, but it doesn't matter.
Not a single corpse of mine died. Everything around me turned to fire, and I smiled.
And I smiled.
And I smiled.
As long. as there is blood and death, I will always smile