"I barely see... haa." His voice was steady, almost bored, as if nothing serious was happening around him.
He was completely calm, far too calm for soone in his situation. Not a single drop of fear in him, not even a trace of hesitation. His breathing was slow and controlled, and he didn’t even panic about his vision that was a blurred because of the blood.
He did not even seem bothered by it.
[System: They are about to enter through the do—]
"Silence." His voice ca again but this ti it was way different. It was quiet but sohow still loud, and the strangest thing about it was that the System felt it.
It didn’t analyze his voice, it literally felt it and what it felt more was César’s presence... he looked like a demon that escaped from Hell lowest floor.
He looked like sothing otherworldly that shouldn’t exist, and his behavior just made it worse. He stood in his own blood with that stooped posture, his hands hanging at his sides, while his eyes were closed and the red tears stained down on his face, just listening to the sounds that ca from the door.
He listened to everything he could hear and that made his own silence not empty, but full of power, full of control... yeah, he did nothing but he was already in control and this was exactly what the System had been waiting for.
This was exactly what it wanted, what it had been patiently preparing for.
This was the true goal of the ga, the real purpose behind Sandria, and now, at this very mont, it had finally happened. César beca the exact thing he had always been, but needed so push to happen and now that push happened.
But what has he always been?
An obsessed man with the criminal underworld and every aspect of it. He was obsessed with how it worked, how it was structured, how the hierarchy was built. He was obsessed with drugs, with their production, how they were trafficked, how they spread through cities and ruined lives. He was obsessed with sothing that was generally seen as evil, sothing that everyone opposed, sothing that ruined lives and killed many people.
Yet he was completely drawn to it, fully imrsed in it and when Sandria was published, he found exactly what he had been searching for.
A ga where there was an opportunity to beco exactly what he was obsessed with, even if it was only a ga. There was the chance to build a mafia, a cartel, an empire from nothing.
A ga filled with cri, power, and violence, a place where morality did not matter because it was "just a ga," just code, lines, systems, and scripts. It was the perfect way to show what people were truly capable of doing, what choices they would make when nothing held them back.
People did not just control characters on a screen. They revealed another side of themselves, a side they often hid in the real world. Inside Sandria, they killed innocent people without hesitation. They flooded entire streets with drugs, spread corruption, committed murders, planned bombings, and started wars against each other. They did all of it because the ga allowed them to, because there were no real consequences, no real limits.
It was all seen as nothing more than a ga, sothing ant to be fun.
But for César, everything changed after his death, when he woke up inside Sandria. What once was only a ga beca reality. He stepped fully into his role and embraced it completely and perhaps the worst part of it all was this.
Sandria did not force him to beco a monster. There was no punishnt if he chose to do nothing. He could have lived a normal life inside this world if he wanted to.
But he did not choose that.
Sandria simply gave him the space to beco what he had always had the potential to be.
He was not soone who beca ruthless only when he played the ga. The ga did not change him. It only brought back what he already was, and even more than that, it acknowledged it. And when he embraced it, when he started killing, ruling, and being ruthless, the titles ca.
El Jefe. Don Sierra. The hangman and more importantly El Diablo.
Yeah El Diablo, the devil who killed anyone who stood against him, not out of anger or emotion, but with certainty, without rcy and without hesitation. A devil who never stopped moving forward, who felt no fear, no doubt, and no regret for the bodies he left behind in his path.
He was El Diablo in his second life, a being shaped by darkness.
And now the System sensed the change clearly, without any doubt. It felt the shift the mont it happened, the mont César crossed that invisible line. The calm mask fell away, and what remained was the sa existence that once ruled through blood and fear alone.
César had returned to that state. He had stepped back into it fully, without resistance. He was once again El Diablo, just as he had been before, without restraint, without hesitation, without anything holding him back.
All he needed was this little push, or, moreover, to understand that this version of Sandria is sothing he can’t lose, sothing he needs to grab, because this is the life where he feels the excitent, where he feels truly alive.
The version of Sandria where being shot, where dying, is sothing truly terrifying for the first ti, and at the sa ti so exciting and real, that was the push he needed.
He needed to be in the arms of death, in the arms of the darkness, to exactly beco the sa.
The darkness and death... El Diablo woke up.
[System: They are in.]
César heard it too. The lock turning and the door opening, but he didn’t have a pistol in his hand, and it wasn’t recklessness.
No, he simply didn’t need one to kill them.
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