The System was right, and indeed Arman himself felt like he was fucked, and more so he was truly cursed because there was no way this was truly happening to him.
But she was really standing there. Right in front of him.
And Arman could see her eyes looking down at the floor and seeing the man killed and the huge amount of blood and with it she immediately knew that the torture session didn't really went how it was supposed to be, but even to her it was surreal.
Surreal to see the man who danced on her, who grabbed her ass, now standing in front of him dressed up like he is just there to look around, but, the absurd part was that Arman actually said hello to her, like what the fuck.
Though the two guards behind her back weren't frozen and they acted fast.
One of them pulled the woman back while the other one immediately aimed and opened fire with the submachine gun at Arman who on the other hand stood there like a fucking statue.
He didn't move at all while dozens of bullets were hitting him all over his body. He did it to test if he was truly unkillable or not, and well, he indeed was.
"Huh…" He sighed as he looked down at his body, seeing all the blood gushing from the wounds, and then looked back up at the guard who was like a ghost, just frozen and staring.
"You are—" Well, the guard couldn't finish it as Arman himself opened fire on him, striking him straight in the forehead.
Though he noticed, or more so felt, something that should be different.
"Why do I not feel any pain at all?"
[System: The Fool swallows all the pain as long as you kill in exchange.]
"That is fucking overpowered…" Arman whispered and indeed it was overpowered because not only did he not feel pain, but also his body got regenerated, even his fucking clothes on him became intact without a single bullet hole.
Though the only problem was that at that moment Arman went insane. Like somehow he felt like he could become the villain in no time, the power went to his mind.
He thought why would he even wait when the time is here to kill even more.
So he went straight out of the door, turning to the center of the warehouse where men were already waiting on him, and the biggest calm he opened fire while he himself was getting riddled with bullets again.
But he didn't care, more so he truly went sane.
"FUCKERS!" He shouted as he was shooting, killing four more men, and when he ran out of bullets he just picked up a gun from the bodies and shot even more. And when he finally got out, the warehouse, they were already waiting for him.
And it was something else.
He was gushing blood from everywhere, even his head was shot, just looking like a dead body standing while death is hanging over him while outside at least thirty men were aiming at him and in the middle was the woman.
The Don's wife, and well, on her side was somebody else too, and Arman immediately noticed him as something was off about him. He had some kind of darkness around him that Arman never saw in his past life before.
Like that man had some kind of aura like in the anime Arman used to watch.
"He is one of them, Ilona." The old man said. "What should we do?"
"I don't know." She answered. "I never thought that I would meet one here more so that he is one."
"He is not the same man who disrespected you," the old man said as he slowly stared, his finger pointed at Arman. "His soul has already been taken by a Fool."
Why is he pointing at me? Arman thought as he had no dia of what was coming.
[System: I forgot to tell you a little detail.]
"And what would that be?"
[System: You are not the only System user.]
Arman couldn't even ask the System back what the fuck it was talking about because he saw something he never thought he would see nor would happen.
From the old man's fingertip, a small drop of black material dropped into the air and flew toward him so fast that he couldn't even react to it, straight going into his heart, and before he could even understand what happened, his body blew up. No, it didn't just blow up, but straight up disintegrated into fucking atoms.
And next thing he knew, he was there. In the same darkness he experienced many times before.
[System: You are still alive, don't panic. The Fool passive skill saved you because you gave it enough kills.]
Well, Arman wasn't panicking, it was more like he was completely blown away by what the fuck had just happened.
"Interesting…" The word slipped out on its own without any thought, because there was no way it could be real, no way someone could erase him in a single second, and even more than that, no way there were other System users, something that had never happened before, something that shattered everything he thought he knew.
[System: She found it interesting too, more so she is proud of you.]
"What are you talking about?" Arman asked as he didn't know what the System was talking about.
[System: She is proud of you.]
"What do you mean… she?"
"It means me." A voice suddenly came from the darkness and as Arman looked around, his eyes searching through the endless darkness, he finally saw her.
A woman was standing, as if she had always been there, as if she belonged to that darkness, her long white hair falling over her shoulders and down her back, her white dress almost glowing faintly against the black void around them.
"I am a Fool." She said with a soft smile, her eyes resting on him as if she had been watching him for a long time. "But you can call me Lavinia."