The new beginning was Arman being naked and chained down to a chair while in front of him was a fat man with a smile on his face staring at Arman balls which was not a very pleasant start of a new life, to say the least.
And of course it wasn't about just that fat man's smile, but the fact that he was naked as well with a butcher apron on him that was bloodied, and on the side there was a little table with some equipment that looked like it had already been used on some people, and yeah it was sure, because the next thing Arman's eyes focused on was the chopped up bodies on the side.
There were heads, limbs, hands, even some organs just on the floor with a huge amount of blood, and it didn't look like they were fake as the smell started to hit Arman's nose, though he didn't really care about the smell, but the fact that the fat man in front of him was still just staring at his balls.
"Uh… hello?" Surreal first words, just like how surreal the scenario was.
"Hey, baby. It's nice to see you finally up." The fat man said with even more smile on his face, and well it was enough for Arman to know that he was going to be fucked… like literally if he didn't do something.
"Why am I here?" Arman asked the next absurd question, but he needed to know because he could only get the memories of the person he rested in if he got his first kill.
"Maybe dancing on the Don's wife is not the best thing to do."
"What…?
"You danced on the Don's wife." The man said again. "You pushed your dick to her ass and well the Don saw all of it." He smiled. "And said to cut your dick off and show it in your mouth."
"I danced on the Don's wife?"
"Exactly." The man answered, and he got a reaction he didn't even think would ever happen, because what Arman did was laugh.
He was literally laughing his ass off in the chair so much that even a tear came from his eyes because it was more absurd and surreal than he thought.
Since all of this crazy life of his began, since he got abducted by the System, every single reset, or more so reincarnation, was simple. He always got reincarnated in the body of a man who is the exact same age as him.
The only thing that always changed was the surroundings, and well, this one was the craziest one so far.
Like being in the body of somebody who is being tortured for dancing on the underworld ruler's wife. But at least it just showed whoever this person was a crazy one for sure.
"Do you think it is funny? You know I could have killed you easily if you just said sorry." The man answered as he was staring now at Arman's eyes, and well it meant that it hit him. It meant that this man got angry because of the laugh, which meant he was respecting the Don pretty.
Though the thing was Arman didn't give a single fuck about.
"Oh, I didn't just dance on her, I grabbed her fat ass." Arman laughed even more. "I could have fucked her, you know, but who would fuck a Don's dirty bitch?"
Silence for a bit and then even more laugh but now even form the man.
"Man, I've never seen a fucker like you!" He shouted and even clapped his bloodied hands. "Talking shit in this position, man, I never thought it would happen. Everyone begs, but you?" He pointed at Arman. "This is funny!" He laughed more and more, and even Arman joined it, both of them just laughing like good friends until the fat man abruptly stopped. "But I'm going to torture you the worst fucking way for weeks, and then when you're at the last, barely breathing, the last thread of your life and your sanity, I will throw you alive in acid bath and see if you laugh there… okay?"
"Woah, I am scared… but you know death for me is just another start." Arman smiled at him. "So die you fat fuck."
Nothing happened and both of them just started at each other.
"I said," Arman began again. "Die you fat fuck!"
Nothing again.
"Are you good?" The man asked as he genuinely got concerned that Amran is in the right state to even get tortured in the first place.
[System: You didn't just go through an extremely rare reset, but also an extremely rare setting. You can't use any skills. You don't have power, nor can I grant you powers.]
"Well… shit." Arman whispered with a faint but clearly stressed smile on his face. "Can we be friends?"
"No, I don't think so."
"That's sad," Arman whispered again as the smile disappeared from his face. "I already slipped out of the chains." As soon as Arman said it, he already launched himself from the chair, reaching out to the side to grab a knife from the metal table, but he forgot about an important thing.
His legs were also chained, and with the momentum he straight-up fell to the ground, landing into the same knife he wanted to kill the man in front of him, stabbing himself in the throat.
[System: Activating Achievement Reward: "The Fool."]
As soon as the achievement reward activated, the knife literally popped out of his neck, and the deep cut healed up, though he didn't hesitate or waste time thinking what the fuck just happened, but grabbed the same knife and sliced the ankle of the man in front of him, who immediately fell to the ground, and from that point he just kept stabbing wherever he could.
The legs, limbs, stomach, to the side, at the ribcage, he stabbed every single part of the man's body until he reached the top and stabbed straight into his left eye, and with that it was all finished.
What was left behind was everything covered in blood. The stab wounds weren't even visible on the man's body as blood was just spilling and gushing out everywhere, on the floor and on the walls, and on Arman himself, whose whole body was covered in it, but at least it was all finished.
"What the fuck was that?" Arman asked immediately, as he didn't even care about the blood in his eye or his mouth, but cared more about the fact he was about to die and it didn't happen.
[System: I activated the reward you got for the achievement.]
"I know, but what was it? What happened?" He asked again as he was just laying in the blood, and his calmness was thanks to the six earlier lives.
He kind of detached from humanity and emotions and became this man who doesn't really care about the gore and everything that comes with it.
[System: You received the Fool passive skill which enabled you to immediately regenerate.]
It was surreal, because Arman had skills before but none of them had ever done something like this before. More so, all of the skills he had in his past lives were ass, doing nothing, though a question came up in his mind.
"Wait… it doesn't allow me to die?"
[System: Exactly. You can't die at all. You can't be killed, nor can you kill yourself.]
Silence as Arman started to realize that maybe, just maybe, he is truly cursed. "Back in time you said to me that all of the skills have consequences, yeah?"
[System: Exactly.]
"So what are the consequences of this?"
[System: In short, it is a cycle of torment, agony, and pain. You can't die, but you feel everything. Also this passive skill requires kills. If you do not kill and satisfy the Fool passive skill, you will end up in endless agony trapped in the endless darkness of your own actions from all the past lives and from this. Also, you can't reset from this point on. Good luck.]
"Fuck do you mean good luck?!" Arman shouted as he tried to get up fast but slipped on the blood and fell face first into the balls of the man he had killed.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling, because it wasn't just the balls in his face but also the blood.
"Fuck!" He got up shouting and in his panic and pure rage of being hit by balls in his face he reached out for a bottle on the side that looked like water and immediately poured it on his face.
And well it wasn't water… but acid.
He poured acid straight onto his own face, and in that moment he felt a burning he had never experienced before. The pain was so intense that not even a single sound could escape his mouth, but at least his face stayed intact.
The Fool passive saved his face and eyes, but the pain was still unbearable. Luckily, he found a bucket of water mixed with blood nearby and washed his face off with it even though it was just gross and disgusting, though a stinging pain still remained.
[System: You are truly a fool. Hahaha. Though it is time to accept the main quest.]
"Shut the fuck up!" Arman shouted as the System was literally clowning on him.
[Main Quest: Become the Villain of Vienna.]
[Do you accept it?]
"What if I say no?"
[System: You immediately fall into the dark state of the Fool Passive.]
"So I am fucked anyway, huh?" Arman asked, but to be true there was nothing strange about it at all. He had lived all of his life with too many skills, and not having them would not slow him down at all, but this Fool thing was something he was concerned about. But what do you do when there is only one option?
"Yes, I accept it."
[System: Say the magic sentence.]
"I will become the Villain."
[System: Good boy, haha. Main quest accepted. Good luck, Arman.]
"Fuck you—"
Again it was just like blink, though nothing changed. He was still standing in the same torture room, with the bodies shooed up on the side, but now he accepted his path.
The path of the villain or more so the path of the Fool.