Chapter 2

Grid stumbled from getting punched in the nose when he finally realized what had just happened, he looked down and saw a puddle of scarlet red blood flowing from his nose. Finally, the pain hit him, and he let out a howl, "That hurt, you ass hole I'll kill you." Grid looked up at his assailants, they were a group of 3 men. The leader was a tall, lean guy with many scars, a little too much body hair, jade-like skin, and blood-red hair. The right-hand man was a buff guy with pure white hair, caucasian skin, and a face that looked like it belonged on a wanted poster. The third person was by far the weakest, he was skinnier than the other two, he had jet black hair, white skin with a greenish look, and smelled like actual horse shit.

The leader of the group smirked and showed his rotting teeth and jeered "Look at this you guys, it's the useless waste-of-space." The gang started to jeer and laugh at Grid. Back when Grid's parents still loved Grid, he used to go to school. The 3 people who are bullying him now, used to be his friends before they realized he was a cripple, and if they hung out with him, they would get made fun of. Grid swiftly got up and started to run away, but then, "You really think you have the right to escape, not only do you have no magic, but your body is also trash." A rope made of searing hot flames rapped on to Grid's legs, burning his pale flesh with its mark. Then, they flipped him upside down and infused their fists and legs with mana and beat him up. Grid coughed up blood whenever the fist, which moved with so much speed and ferocity, that is cut everything near it, including stone, collided with him. After a while of this, the three assholes canceled their mana and let him go. "Humph this morning session done, keep your body ready for tomorrow."

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Grid slowly leaned his aching, purple body on the walls of the alley, while heaving breaths. He felt around his body to see if he broke any bones, though he did break some bones, they, luckily, weren't injuries that would inhibit his movement. He wiped the blood from his mouth and the tears from his eyes, he looked around at the damage, the walls and ground were scorched and had mini craters in them. Then, he looked at the box that said [Greetings Master Grid, would you like to know your stats? Y/N], he answered: "If it helps me get my revenge on the world, then hell yeah!" A maniacal glint formed in his odd-eyes as he started to laugh in madness, for he finally had the chance to give back all that the world has given him with interest.

P.S The mc isn't a bad guy, he's ruthless to his enemies and kind to his friends