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Multiverse: Journey to salvation

He was just a murderer seeking a death sentence, after three trials, he was finally sentenced to death. Alex, diagnosed as mentally ill and psychologically disturbed, gets a second chance, a second chance in a world that can bear its darkness. How will things unfold? ------------------------------------------- "Disclaimer: This content is for adults. If you are under the legal age, consult your parents before reading. LOL. Other tags: #Crazy #Sadistic #Manipulative #Psychopath #Mentally disturbed" ------------------------------------------- Worlds: - Classroom of the elite - One piece - Naruto - AOT - MHA - Fairy tail ------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. So, in other words, no need to inform me of your departure; I don't have an airport here.

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5 Chs

Prologue

Crazy."

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"I'm disappointed in you."

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"I used to respect you..."

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"No one will mourn you after your death."

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These were the words I heard when the police apprehended me after I entered a huge shopping center and started randomly shooting, resulting in the deaths of over 400 people.

Oh... what a wonderful number.

My girlfriend told me she's disappointed in me when she found out what I did and talked about how she feels disgusted remembering she had sex with a criminal like me...

I was sad, not because of her words, but because I couldn't kill her too.

My family disowned me and cut off all ties with me, even encouraging the state to impose the death penalty on me. That was great, I was happy, happy to see their mask being revealed. I only killed a few hundred pitiful souls, so why all the fuss?!

Why?! Kekekekeke.

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"The court sentenced the defendant 'Alex' to life imprisonment with hard labor."

The judge announced in a cold voice devoid of any sympathy towards me. I grinned widely upon hearing his verdict and felt my body cells dancing eagerly awaiting the upcoming torment.

"Marvelous... marvelous... marvelous... Thank you, wonderful souls!!"

I screamed in the courtroom, causing confusion among everyone, but the judge remained calm, then he looked at me and continued speaking: "The defendant 'Alex' will be transferred to a mental institution for some tests due to some indications of mental and psychological instability."

This bastard... Is he saying I'm crazy?! You son of a bitch! You whore! You fucking piece of shit!

"Fuck you!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and began hitting my head against the wooden platform I was standing on, my hands were restrained but that didn't stop me from hitting my head until it bled.

"Get him!"

Those were the last words I heard before I lost consciousness.

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"Are you awake?" I opened my eyes and heard a feminine voice, looked around and found myself seemingly in a prison hospital.

"Who are you, whore?" I cursed the woman in front of me without reason and my expression didn't change as if I were accustomed to doing so.

"We will conduct some tests for you and see your condition." The woman, who was about my age, in her mid-twenties, was beautiful, but unfortunately, I was restrained and couldn't do anything.

I was about to hit my head against the wall behind me, knowing that this time I would die, but who cares?

But soon my head was secured by a strong, formally dressed man, wearing black glasses, and his face showed no expressions except coldness.

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Time passed, and I didn't know how long I stayed in that place. I was asked a series of questions and answered them without hesitation, with the first thought that came to my mind.

(What does family mean to you?)

"Sons of whores and whores."

(What does friendship mean to you?)

"A piece of shit, I'll piss on it if it were a person."

(What is human life to you?)

"Sheer nonsense of absurdity and pathetic weakness."

(How do you feel about killing people and taking lives?)

"Ecstasy, I want to do it again, and I'll start with you, whore."

(Have you ever experienced any psychological trauma in your childhood?)

"I have no childhood."

(When did you first kill?)

"When I was 10 years old, I'm a pro at evading the authorities even at this young age."

(Have you ever cried?)

"Yes, when a little girl managed to escape from me during my last attack, the police caught me before I could kill her...I'm sad."

(Are you remorseful for what you've done?)

"Remorseful for not killing enough weak souls."

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I was classified as mentally disturbed, and now I'm being transferred to a psychiatric hospital to receive treatment then return to the central prison to complete my punishment.

Walking corpses and lost souls, sad cries and beautiful voices, regret, sadness, fear, hatred, envy, resentment.

Madness!

Wonderful! Wonderful! I love this place! I love this place filled with weak broken souls! Truly wonderful!!

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"You're accused of killing your fellow inmates in the cell, Mr. Alex, do you have anything to add?"

After a year, I returned to this cursed court, looked at the cold-faced judge then spoke.

"I want to say fuck you, you son of a fucking whore."

"...."

The entire court fell silent, then I looked at the judge's face, there was finally a change.

He was angry.

[5 years later]

"The court sentenced the defendant Alex to death by firing squad, and this is the first death penalty imposed in the country in 75 years!"

I looked at the judge with an amused expression, at least this time it wasn't the same judge I insulted, I heard news that he died of a stroke mutterina my name after a year from that incident kekekekeke.

So they finally decided to kill me, it seems their patience has limits too, lol.

After killing all the shit in the cell and causing the deaths of dozens of prisoners during hard labor, I was tried again and sentenced to solitary confinement for over five years.

Five years of solitary confinement can drive anyone mad and make them desire suicide, but I had a way to pass the time and preserve my twisted sanity.

I would replay the scene of my victims' killings in my mind, their terrified expressions, their screams, their cries, their sadness, their pleas; everything was engraved in my mind.

I had killed 465 people since birth until I entered that solitary prison.

I remembered all their faces, although it was difficult to recall some victims of mass shootings.

So, I drew all their faces on the narrow prison floor; I had nothing to draw with, so I used my untrimmed nails.

And after years, I managed to draw most of the faces. Maybe I have a talent for drawing? Nah, the state doesn't appreciate exceptional talents like mine.

So, I lived with my kind victims for five years; I loved them and they loved me. But sometimes, some would rebel and try to overthrow me from the throne; I had to kill them because they didn't respect the great leader.

And so, I lived in peace, love, and happiness.

Forever.

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After I got out of solitary confinement, I met a new prisoner. This boy was young and seemed to have entered prison because he caused a car accident that led to the death of an entire family.

"I feel hungry..." I said as I looked at the boy, and he said, "Take all of my share, Mr. Alex."

"Oh really? Are you sure about that?!" I looked at him in shock and wondered if this person was crazy.

"Yes, of course, we should all help each other here after all."

"Then I won't be polite!"

*Crack!*

I snapped his neck in a swift motion; his last expression was a mix of shock, confusion, and fear.

Why did I do this? Why did he ask me to eat him? Is he crazy? It doesn't matter as long as he wanted it, right?

*Chew.*

*Swallow.*

*Swallow.*

"Human flesh is truly delicious..." I skinned the kind boy's body who allowed me to do that and started eating. He was my cellmate; it seems that the prison authorities are dumb enough to allow me to stay in shared cells despite all I've done.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"What... what the hell is happening here?!" the cell guard yelled.

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And that was the straw that broke the camel's back; I was sentenced to death.

Wonderful, good, perfect, excellent.

An excellent decision.

A logical decision.

"Do you have any last words?"

I looked at the executioner, a man in military attire with a cold expression. I knew this person; he was with five military men holding rifles in their hands, pointing them at me.

The execution was carried out immediately; I don't know how the state thinks, but it seems they want to use me as a scapegoat to deter criminals.

My smile widened as I looked at the cold soldier who looked away and then said, "Don't forget that I Fucked your sister Rose, you son of a bitch."

He furrowed his eyebrows and yelled coldly, "Execute!!"

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

*Bang!*

Five bullets entered my vital areas; I started bleeding and losing consciousness, and finally began to surrender to death.

My consciousness faded and descended into darkness, the dark darkness similar to the darkness of my heart and soul.

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Welcome in the dark side