System Hack: A Journey to Valeria

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Who gave you the right to block my way, nerd? Ugh, move it!" she said in an annoyed tone and as soon as our eyes met, she rolled her eyes at me.

I apologized profusely when I ran into her, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

I dropped to my knees and gathered up the books from the library that had fallen from my grasp.

The people around us did not attempt to help me and instead viewed me with disdain.

They treat average citizens like this and look down on them, which in this case would be me.

It seems as though they perceive themselves to be superior to the rest of us.

I gritted my teeth and tried not to be irritated.

The guy stated in a forceful voice, "Move it already." They decided to step on the fallen books because simply having them fall wasn't enough for them. They both left, leaving me in a daze as if nothing had happened. I rose with my head down and walked away from the scene after picking up everything that had fallen on the floor. No one offered to help me; moreover, the poor and the unknown receive different treatment. Here, societal inequalities are common, and power is everything. When I got to the school's back, I began climbing the tree branches. I am not bothered by anyone here, and I am not required to put on a false front. To propel myself even higher, I grabbed hold of a tree branch. Seeing as this tree is higher than the school, nobody will notice me standing there. I climbed to the top and looked around like I was seeking something. Something exhilarating and perilous. I grinned at the idea.

I am standing where I can see the massive campus sign. I sighed audibly and stood still, heightening my hearing and sensing my surroundings.

I can hear the chilly wind blowing gently, the dreadful traffic, people chatting, and then silence. I leaned my back against the wall and groaned as I sat on the tree branch, slowly

closing my eyes. Since the last few weeks, I haven't had any worthwhile missions.

My outrage surged at the memories of nothing but dull assignments, exacerbated more by the

previous pity incident earlier.

Karen Zy and Clarence Henney, the Campus King and Queen wannabes, were the ones who slammed into me earlier. I'll disclose who I am to those two worthless people when I'm no longer required to maintain a low profile. When I'm enraged, you don't want to mess with me.

I tightened my fist as I thought about the awful predicament. I wouldn't be acting like a schoolgirl here, which is not who I am if I wasn't on probation. This is a front for a task that I was assigned to lure out the demon-possessed students. Yes, there are demons, and without the organization, I work with, wickedness would dominate this world.

These night-crawling, bloodthirsty fiends showed up 30 years ago as humanity rapidly decreased in numbers because of wars that each country is responsible for. The War went on for years as humans fought each other and suddenly—they stopped. The fight was soon directed to the creatures of the night that were consuming humans for fun and hunger—we called them demons. Nobody knew where they came from and they just suddenly showed up. Humanity then teamed up and exterminated demons but not everybody can do so. Many lives were lost but many were also saved.

My phone vibrated and when I saw who texted me, I grinned. Without breaking a sweat, I leaped down the 15-foot-high tree right off the bat. This was the new mission I was given. I still cannot believe I was tasked with babysitting!

*

The Demon Hunter Org.

As I walked past the information center, the big sign in the lobby immediately beckoned me. I entered the elevator and pressed the top-floor button. I exited the elevator as soon as I arrived at the desired floor, went directly to the large closed door, and knocked. I received a response from a man, who signaled for me to enter.

The commanding baritone voice said, "How did the mission go?" in front of me.

I replied in a stern and courteous voice, "It went well as expected, sir."

The man in front of me is gazing out the window while having his back on me.

The danger and impending death were so evidently emanating from his aura. Even his back screamed dangerously.

Every word he utters has a chilling embrace because of his voice, which is as deep as the sea.

I've always admired this man, although I mostly feared him as the rest of us did.

When he finally turned to face me and said, "Very well, "You are dismissed," I said instantly, lowering my gaze to show him proper respect.

I responded to him with a "Yes, sir!" before making my customary bow and exiting his study.

I checked the email that had been sent to me after my phone vibrated once again.

It is a different mission.

I finished reading the information until I got a call. As soon as I answered the phone, I said, "Tell me directly to the point."

Will you accept a class B job to assassinate the head of the Santa Rosa g**g?

Yet again, another dull mission, huh? I groaned. But being uninteresting is still preferable to doing nothing.

In the past, I only ever received missions involving the extermination of demons.

I growled, "You're kidding me, right?" "Give me something worth listening to and something worth killing." My missions lack any thrilling encounters. It's as easy as baking a cake.

The man from the other side of the argument said, "Okay." "How about killing the legendary Skreepnights g**g leader?"

The Skreepnights, however, are fascinating to kill.

They are despised throughout Luzon and the majority of the Visayas, but I've heard the

numbers are growing. I suppose that would be enjoyable and provide a little exercise.

I'll focus my annoyance on killing dumb g**g members instead of those people.

The line went silent after the operator responded, "I guess silence means yes then? I'll forward you the details of the assassination. over and out." I grinned.

This would be a thrilling and entertaining murderous rampage.

Even just thinking about it makes me giddy. I'm not your typical girl.

My middle name, Death, describes me as menacing and eternally enraged.

I'm Samara Denario, also known as Death Angel, and I'm your greatest nightmare.

My prey, flee or fight, for I'm coming for you, and I'll bring hell to you.

You are hereby sentenced to death.

I drove my way to Jackson to get my usual combat needs. He is my personal weapons dealer and he customizes everything according to my taste, from guns, daggers, and bullets. I have special weapons for my demon-hunting tasks and a different one for human assassination.

Even if I leave evidence of my personalized weapons or bullets, they will never be able to identify me because I am a ghost. I was trained to look and act like a ghost agent. Our family has been training me and my brother since I was six years old. I'd say it had been a difficult childhood. They had already molded us into killers and imprinted in our minds the need to forget about emotions and focus solely on the task at hand. We were raised as fighters who only needed to perform what was commanded of us. We were taught dozens of languages from all over the world, given that our role demands that we be versatile and use our wits in addition to our strengths.

I stopped at a semi-abandoned building and got off my car. It was a short drive and the sun was just about to set. I checked my watch and proceeded inside the building. The place was practically empty. The walls were unfinished, the floor cement started to c***k, there were cobwebs everywhere, and the building itself is a wreck. I'd always wondered why he lived here. Aside from the fact that this property is in a rural region, it is secluded, and nobody would suspect you of holding supplies of weaponry, ammunition, or the like. I was walking when I overheard a buzzing sound coming from the rear of the building. I took my handgun and positioned myself with my back to the wall, scouring the area. Nobody should be here since it is private property. The buzzing sound persisted, so I began to walk to the source of the disturbance. The sound became increasingly louder as I got closer.

When the buzzing sound went quickly in my direction and circled my position, I was preparing to shoot. "Don't shoot!" warned the voice on the drone's flying device. I recognize that voice. "What the b****y hell are you doing?" I queried. "Just trying my great technology; come in," the drone stated as it approached me and proceeded further inside the building. I merely shook my head and reholstered my handgun. "Are you seriously just goofing around here?" I said as I reached his room. "That's a harsh remark; good to see you too, Samara," he said. He was tinkering with his new gadget.

The room was filled with different weapons. This is what I call a weapons wonderland!

"I will cut to the chase. I need a new set of bullets for human assassination." I said.

"Oh great! I need you to test this new one," he said as he moved closer and handed me a box of ammunition.

"What is this made of?" I asked.

"It is for you to find out! all I can say is that one bullet is enough."

My curiosity kicked in as I smiled mischievously. I cannot wait to try this!

"You seem to be having more tasks of human assassination nowadays," he spoke. He stopped his work and looked at me so I, stared back.

"It's none of your business," I sternly said. He just gave me a smile, shrugged his shoulders, and turned his back on me. I took the ammo he gave me and walked out of the room.

I got back to my car and stared at the box of ammo I'm holding. I cannot wait to try his new inventions. He never made me doubt his capabilities.

Time for some action!