Zavian drove at full speed along the deserted highway, the rore of the engine braking the silence of the night.
His face remained the completely expressionless whele his deep unwavering gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead.
Suddenly, cutting through the silent air, he heard someone screaming:
"Hey! Help me… someone please help… is anyone there?!"
There was a strange mix of pain and fear in the voice. Without wasting a second, Zavian slammed his foot on the brakes.
The tires screeched loudly, echoing across the empty road as the car came to a sudden halt.
He stepped out of the car and looked around, but there was no one in sight.
Then his eyes fell on the road ahead, where thick smoke was rising into the air. It was so dense that nothing beyond it was clearly visible.
Zavian calmly opened the car door and stepped out. Adjusting his coat, he began walking toward the smoke.
As he got closer and looked carefully, he saw that two cars had been involved in a horrific crash.
Their condition was so badly damaged that they were almost unrecognizable.
He was still observing the scene when that same voice echoed again in his ears:
"Is anyone... there? For God's sake, help me!"
Hearing this, Zavian slowly scanned his surroundings. Then he closed his eyes and focused entirely on the direction of the voice.
In the very next moment, he could clearly hear the sound of someone breathing heavily, as if it was right beside him.
Zavian opened his eyes… and a mysterious smirk slowly appeared on his lips.
Zavian slowly walked toward the highway railing. Both his hands rested calmly inside his pockets,
as if he wasn't in any hurry at all. As he reached the edge, he leaned forward and looked down.
A deep, dangerous smirk appeared on his lips. In a low, whispering voice, he said,
"Oh… so you're.. here."
Hearing Zavian's voice, the man hanging below looked up. He was an old man, barely holding onto a small ledge beneath the railing.
His face was drenched in sweat, and the fear of death was clearly visible in his eyes.
Because of fear and exhaustion, his hands had turned pale. His entire body was trembling,
yet he was clinging to that ledge with all his strength—because letting go meant falling straight to his death.
Zavian stood there quietly, watching the old man's helpless struggle with unsettling calmness… as if he was simply waiting for his final moment.
The old man's eyes widened in fear as tears streamed down his face his body trembled. And in a broken quivering voice he pleaded.
"Ple...please help me… save me… I'm going to fall!"
Zavian didn't react to his desperation at all. He looked at him coldly from head to toe and asked in a deep, commanding voice,
"Who are you? And why should I... help you?"
Hearing this, the old man was completely shaken. He begged again, his voice cracking,
"Please, son… save me! You look like a good..person. If you help me,
"you'll save me from.. a huge loss. Please… otherwise I'll fall into.. this deep water!"
At the words "good person," a dark, dangerous smile spread across Zavian's lips. In an icy tone, he replied,
"What did you..say? I look like a..'good person' to you? Huh."
He leaned in closer, locking eyes with the man, and said,
"And you… what will you even do by staying...alive at this age? You'll only become a burden... on your children… isn't that right?"
Those harsh words struck the old man deeply. His tears turned into quiet sobs,
and his grip began to slip from the ledge. Fear took over completely.
Yet Zavian stood there, calm and unmoved… watching it all as if none of it mattered.
That helpless man, whose death was drawing near, replied in a trembling voice,
"You're right… I really am a burden on my...own children! Today, those same people left me..here in this situation…"
The old man paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then gathered his courage before saying,
"I have some 'papers'… I had them prepared for my...grandson. Will you deliver them..to him?
"That's my last.. wish. It will save my grandson's life from.. being ruined!"
Zavian, who had been standing by the railing watching him with cold eyes,
showed a strange glint in his gaze. He stared at the helpless man and said in a calm, icy tone,
"Alright… I will fulfill this wish..of yours."
After a brief pause, a deadly smile appeared on his lips as he continued,
"But… before that, you'll have to sign..a 'contract.'"
The fear of death had numbed the old man's mind. Without thinking,
without asking a single question, he immediately agreed and hurriedly said,
"Okay… I'm ready! Just save me… my..my.. hands are slipping!"
the old man shouted with his last bit of hope.
A deep, mysterious smirk spread across Zavian's lips. He leaned down from the railing,
and just as he reached out his hand toward the old man, at that exact moment,
the man's grip loosened and he began to fall, screaming, into the deep water below.
"hel...help.. me nooooooo!"
"Snap!"
Zavian snapped his fingers in the air. In an instant, everything changed.
The old man, who was falling toward his death, froze mid-air. Time itself had stopped.
His face turned pale with fear, his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.
With complete calm, Zavian gestured with his hand and pulled the frozen man back, placing him safely behind the railing onto the highway.
As soon as time resumed, the old man began trembling uncontrollably. In a terrified, stammering voice, he asked,
"wh...who are you? This kind of magic… no normal human can have this!"
Zavian gave no answer. He simply raised his empty hand into the air, and suddenly, a red light flashed.
In the next moment, a large white paper appeared in his hand. Handing it to the old man, he said coldly,
"Here… sign this, and say goodbye to this... useless life of yours forever."
The old man had completely lost his senses. Without thinking, he signed the paper with trembling hands. Then he asked,
"What… what is written.. in this?"
Zavian's smirk deepened a chilling glint appearing in his eyes in a cold, emotionless voice, he replied.
"It..says...in the next three seconds, you'll be saying...good by to this world!"
Zavian's declaration of death made the ground slip beneath the old man's feet. Trembling badly, he shouted,
"wh... what are you.. saying?! If I die, then how will those papers.. reach my grandson?"
Every breath the old man took now felt like a countdown to death. Zavian replied in a cold, raspy voice,
"Don't worry… I'll make sure those papers... reach him."
With that, Zavian swiftly waved his hand in the air. Using a mysterious force,
he pulled out the old papers from the man's coat pocket, lifting them into his own hand.
As the papers settled in his grip, a deadly smile formed on his lips, and his fingers moved slightly in the air.
"Snap!"
Zavian snapped his fingers loudly. The sound echoed through the silent highway like an explosion.
In the very next moment, the wheel of time, which had been paused, began to spin again at full speed… and the old man's fate was sealed forever.
As soon as Zavian snapped his fingers, the White Paper vanished into thin air.
The old man panicked at the sight, his eyes filled with shock and terror.
In a deep, heavy voice, Zavian declared,
"The papers have already.. reached him… now it's your turn."
Before the man could understand or even ask anything, his body began to tremble violently.
It was as if some unseen force was tearing him apart from within. He collapsed helplessly onto the cold highway.
Suddenly, a horrifying pain struck his head—like thousands of needles piercing his brain all at once.
"AAAHHH! Wh...what is happening to me?! Who… who are you?!" the old man screamed in agony.
Zavian, with a completely expressionless face, crouched beside him and stared with his deep red eyes. In a cold tone, he said,
"We will meet in hell… and that's when I'll tell you...who I am."
Those final words echoed in the old man's ears like a prophecy of doom… and a deadly silence fell over the surroundings.
The helpless man began to suffocate. Clutching his head, he writhed in agony as his entire body was drenched in sweat.
Suddenly, his breathing slowed… and a final tear slipped from his eyes. Right there, he took his last breath.
Zavian stood there calmly, watching the entire scene with deep, unshaken eyes.
Then he slowly raised his hand and moved it over the lifeless body. In the next moment,
a white glow emerged from within the old man, drifting straight into Zavian's hand and transforming into an envelope.
With a flash of red light, the envelope disappeared as well.
Zavian stood up and took a deep breath. Glancing at his car, he muttered with slight annoyance,
"My hands are tired of...holding that steering… today, I'll just use my... power to get home."
With that, he snapped his fingers. In an instant, both the car and Zavian vanished into thin air.
The highway fell silent once again, leaving only the lifeless body behind.
In the very next moment, Zavian materialized inside his house and dropped heavily onto a sofa.
Resting his head back, he let out a deep breath and said,
"Ahh… using my powers today really brought me some satisfaction."
After a brief pause, he slowly closed his eyes his voice dropping to a soft whisper.
"But i need..to fell all of..my powers.."
The moment those words left his lips a loud voice suddenly echoed in response.
"Sheyaan isn't here...boss..if you want to fell your... powers you'll have to..go to her!"