A day later, Oliver woke up in his bed. The fact that he ca back in ti once again set in.
Everything that was happening was real. And everything that's going to happen was also real.
With a smirk, he sat up on the bed.
This was his second chance to get back what he deserved. This ti, he wanted to ensure fate would kneel before him.
After sitting for a while, Oliver organised his thoughts.
'2018, January 7. The beginning of next June, my younger brother will die.' Oliver read the calendar and tapped the side of his bed.
Everything spiralled out of control after his death.
Oliver's family consisted of four people. His parents, who were owners of a small convenience store in the outer city and his younger brother, a 15-year-old student attending a nearby school.
Although they were not well off, they had the ans to live a happy life.
However, his brother would one day die under mysterious circumstances. Shortly after, the police would hurriedly close the investigation by saying it was a suicide.
His parents knew there was sothing amiss with how they handled the case. So, they would protest.
But that would lead nowhere.
A couple of months later, his parents would also die in a car crash.
At that ti, Oliver bore witness to everything in numbness. His entire family had died, and he didn't know what to do.
He was a victim.
He blad and shut himself off from the world.
For months, he wallowed in self-pity and self-loathing.
In the end, he was even ready to kill himself.
On one beautiful morning, he quietly went into his bathroom and slit his veins to ultimately surrender to fate.
Looking back, it was the decision that changed everything. The mont he found the willpower to die, he also found the will to live.
Looking at the blood that flowed down, he realised how insignificant his life was. No one would know he died, nor would they care. Just like how they ignored his brother and parents, he would just be a na in a file sowhere.
This thought brought back his will to survive. Even though his body weakened, causing him to stumble, Oliver stood up.
It was at that ti that sothing miraculous happened.
His ability, which only allowed him to store blood inside him, evolved, allowing him to heal his wound.
The change was the first in the dominoes to fall, leading him to beco one of the most feared villains of the following decade.
Instead of dying a sorry death, that was the mont Oliver decided to end the lives of the people who destroyed his life.
He investigated the death of his brother and parents with ardent fervor and finally found the people who were responsible for it.
The list of all the people involved was still fresh in his mind.
This ti, he was going to save everyone by using any ans necessary.
For that, he needs strength. Individual strength would be good, but strong allies were also necessary.
That was why he tried to be in the good books of the headmaster.
Although he didn't give a direct answer about joining the team of demon hunters the headmaster was creating, he still showed his enthusiasm. He was sowing seeds that one day would help him.
Now, to improve his blood sac ability, he needs to visit the at processing area.
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A lady walked into the headmaster's office and said, "Sir, we have the result from the gene sequencing machines. The results are promising."
The headmaster, who was drinking tea, placed the cup on the table and lifted his face.
His usually smiling face was giving off a deathly chill.
"How reliable is it?" He asked.
"Pretty reliable. We can use the test along with other thods to increase the accuracy."
"The kid didn't lie."
"Yes."
"We should recruit him."
"Hm..." The lady nodded.
Just the fact that Oliver could sense demons would make him a valuable asset. At tis, when testing was impossible due to so political situation, he could be used to verify identity.
"Implent the testing protocol all across military recruitnt stations. Once the results are out, we can implent it widely." The headmaster gave out the order.
One might wonder why a headmaster of a military school was giving orders to a person from the military law enforcent division.
But he did have the authority to do so.
The headmaster, the old man with grey hair and beard, was a retired S ranker called Thunder Emperor. There was a ti when just his na would have shaken the world. His military exploits were still talked about to this day.
Although he retired abruptly and beca a headmaster of the school, many strong people have yet to forget his na or face.
"Keep a close eye on what he is doing."
"Yes, sir." The lady nodded and exited the office.
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Oliver took his ti and walked towards the mana beast processing plant east of the school compound.
The military school was situated on Second Earth, the planet that was accessible through permanent gates.
They chose this place to train the youngsters because of the high concentration of mana in the air. The training effectiveness on this planet was greater than that of Earth.
For eighteen-year-olds who were about to enter society, it was paramount that they gain the ability to control their superhuman abilities before they caused any trouble. That was why military education was mandatory. Only by being disciplined can they ensure that they won't be a liability to society.
Oliver ignored the curious, at tis, mostly fearful eyes glancing over at him and swiftly made it to the mana beast processing plant.
Oliver could sll blood the mont he neared the colossal building.
All at needed for the military base and school was processed inside this building. No wonder he could sll the blood.
He could see large trucks streaming in and out of the building.
Behind a dark sheet covering the cargo space of the trucks, Oliver senses it. Covered beneath were freshly hunted carcasses of the mana beast.
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