"You are starting to turn into a malicious being, young man. That is why I'm putting you to rest." As rage started filling his entire being, the young man heard a raspy old voice, the words coming out of the stranger's mouth making him laugh so much.
Hearing the young man's laughter, the old man's face starts turning dark, "Why are you laughing boy?" he asked in a serious tone as he drove his arms further into the hole in the young man's chest.
"All of you, every fucking one of you thinks the you're so righteous huh… what a hypocritical farce" as he starts voicing his thought, the old man's face turns a shade darker from the young man's mockery, making his blood boil in anger as he opens his mouth, attempting to terrify the young man in front of him, only for him to get surprised as he feels a strong grip preventing him from pulling out of the hole he just made.
"What do you think you're doing!??" the old man asked, the question also coming from multiple people descending from multiple places, the old ones coming down from the sky, younger generations than them approaching towards the area from the walls behind the young man.
Surrounded by multiple powerful beings, the young man saw multiple familiar faces, people of the same generation as him, branded as supreme geniuses by the people, young people that does anything they want, even going as far as trampling anyone beneath them just because they feel like it.
"Azrael, you bastard!! Let my grandfather go!!!" Hearing his name, the young man didn't even need to turn around and look at the speaker to know who he was.
As the figure moves across the people surrounding Azrael, his appearance, along with the appearance of the young men behind him was revealed, familiar figures to Azrael, as the young men appearing in front of him are the very same ones that instigated the event that causes his family to take their life of their own will, and also the only people surviving from his carnage from back then.
"Hehehehe…he..hah… HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Looking at the figures in front of him, an unknown surge of power courses through Azrael's entire being, almost as if said power is encouraging him to take action against the young man in front of him.
Staring at him, the people look at him with judgmental eyes, as if they're taking him for a person who's about to get insane.
After a loud sigh, Azrael lifts his head again, scanning the entire surrounding with scrutinizing eyes before shaking his head in disappointment, as if no one across the population surrounding him caught his mind.
Seemingly offended by his gaze, multiple figures, most of them being young men, start moving towards him, their eyes filled with hatred, the stare they're giving him enough to kill him a thousand times over.
Seeing the people approaching him, Azrael just held the old man's arms tighter, refusing to let go as he smiled in a terrifying manner before speaking.
"Looks like my trip to hell won't be so lonely after all" Azrael thought to himself with a helpless smile on his face, his body starting to crack from overloading the power he has.
That's the last thing that everyone heard before a bright flash of light came out of Azrael's body, turning everything around him to molten rocks and slugs, devouring all the people surrounding him, leaving the people beyond the walls defenseless as most of the strongest people of the place were obliterated by Azrael's self-destruction.
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"So as I was saying, there are various ways to calculate the speed of light, would you mind giving me one of them?" looking at the young people averting their gazes from him, the fat, slit-eyed teacher shakes his head in annoyance and disappointment, until he saw a particular young man near the window of the room staring blankly in the air, the teacher's eyes glowing as he saw this as a chance to set an example to other students, an example that will definitely be quite effective especially when considering the power this young man's family hold.
"Mr. Dragomir" the eyes of the fat teacher squint even further as he points the student out with confidence, completely trusting his back on the protection that this school provides, something that can make him completely immune to whatever thing the family of these students coming from prestigious families could do.
Snapping out of his daze, the young man called out just now unhurriedly stood up, staring back at the mocking gaze the teacher was sending him, his behavior making the fat teacher angry, an anger that he is forced to swallow as he is still careful of the power of this young man's family despite the backing of the school.
Sighing in his mind, the young man sneered as he looked at this inflated man, someone who is of no significance to the coming calamity, hence he no longer pays any attention to the intent this teacher is making him feel.
"One of them should be Maxwell's equation, sir, one over the square root of quantity of the permeability in vacuum multiplied by the permittivity in vacuum," the young man said before sitting again, completely disregarding the fat teacher as he returned to his seemingly stupefied state.
"T-that is right…" Looking at the dismissive attitude of the young man in front of him, the fat teacher couldn't help but pop a vein in his forehead as he thought to himself how much of a punk the young man is.
Returning back to his discussion though, as much as he starts ignoring the young man, the young man continues to ignore him as well, doing so as he stares at his hands, clenching them and opening again, repetitively doing it as if he couldn't believe what's happening.
'I… returned...' he thought to himself with a smile on his face, the memories of the past, the same setting, the same people around him, the same event that's about to happen, all flowing through his mind.
'There's still time before 'it' starts, so I should prepare as much as I can, thoroughly.' Closing his eyes, the young man tries recalling as much as he can about the future, scouring his memories in search of important information about major events in the past, well, now the future.
'I won't let anyone else benefit from all of it… the only one that should benefit from those are them' reaching out towards his left inner pocket due to muscle memory, the young man couldn't help but smile wryly as he found the picture that he treasures for years now out of the familiar place, yet the appearance of the women in the picture still clear and vivid in his mind, each and every one of the six a beauty enough to make any goddess jealous, the only important people in his life, the few beings that showers him with pure, genuine care and affection.
'This time, no one will take away anything from me, not even death...' he continues his thoughts as he clenched his fist, plans regarding the changes about to come starting to brew in his mind, taking notes of the major events all throughout his entire previous life, aiming to monopolize the benefits from each and every one of these events.
'This time, I will be the one that do the taking, and I'll take everything from those who dare steal from me, whether from before I return or now' image of multiple young men appeared in the young man's mind, committing each one of them into his memories as he thought that despite him having a second chance and having a choice to just get better along with his loved ones, he's also ought to make the lives of those guys extremely miserable before putting an end to them, right?