Chapter 320: It’s Recognition
'One…o-one more…gahhhhh!' Compass Carburettor scread ntally as Dita clamped on his thumb this ti, slowly pulling it off until it was yanked out of his body.
It had done so slowly, first causing the thumb joint to shatter before peeling it off until the ligants were torn due to tensile stress. The pain was unimaginable.
And, the sa thing was happening on all four sides. The final devouring was slow and painful, continuing with one finger after another. He had four limbs and five fingers on each. The four mutated beasts slowly feasted upon them.
'Eeeek!'
Golda clamped upon his index finger, crushing his bones before pulling the entirety out of its socket, gobbling it up.
'Dammit, it hurts like hell!' Compass Carburettor felt his consciousness waning as they had only swallowed ten of his fingers. There was still half from where that ca from, not to ntion the rest of his body.
'I…won't give up.' Slowly, his life flashed before him.
Aged 13, Ford Stavis Convent; a young Compass Carburettor, bullied for his ridiculous na.
"Did your parents hate you? What the heck's up with your na?" A freckled-faced boy laughed, slamming his shoes into his face.
"Shut up! Don't you dare talk about them!" Compass Carburettor shouted in rage, slamming a fist into the freckled-faced boy, causing blood to bleed out of his nose. But, the opponent's shoe also smacked him in return, causing his head to spin as he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for the ti being.
"Just a useless freak. It's my parents' hard-earned tax money that can afford education to tramps like you. Screw you and your ugly mug!"
"Shut…up!" Compass Carburettor gasped as his stomach was kicked, puking out in response as his limbs lacked any strength.
"Screw…you…!" He glared in hatred at the bullies that thrashed him after that.
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"Compass is not only undisciplined, but he also lacks any mind for studies. As his parents, not only have you failed to educate him, but you're also supporting him?" The convent headmaster shouted as he glared at a man and his son.
"Sir, please, there's both sides to everything…" Compass's father tried to explain but the headmaster showed no concern and continued to prattle.
"The students of hundreds of needy families rely upon our support for education. If your son wishes to study, he needs to behave." The headmaster snorted, "And, if he's bullied, then so be it. The parents of those bullies are those that fund the lives of our thousands."
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In a dilapidated room, a crying Compass gazed at his father, "Dad, why the heck have you nad like this? I'm bullied by both students and teachers for this na."
"Do you think…your na has no value?" His father wiped the blood from the side of his lips, grunting as he downed a glass of alcohol.
Seeing Compass stare in confusion, he smiled, "Don't you like cars? Does the na Ford ring a bell to you?"
"It's a car company." Replied Compass.
"What aning does Ford have?" His father asked.
"A…brand?" After a mont of thought, this was the answer Compass could co up with.
"A brand…I guess you could say that. But, suppose Ford wasn't a car company but the na of a toilet brush, what do you think those carrying that respected na would feel?" He spoke.
"They'll feel awful, daily, just like ." Compass shouted.
"You're right, they will." His father spoke, "But, with the sa na, they manage to create their company and turn it into a giant in the world. Would anyone dare to make fun of that na?"
"No." Compass shook his head.
"Why?" His father asked.
"Because they're powerful?" Compass replied.
"That's one way to say. But in actuality," His father took in a deep breath, "It's recognition!"
"Irrespective of what you're called or what your na implies, your na only has as much value as your accomplishnts. Turn into a leader, your na would beco noble, turn into a terrorist, your na would beco taboo."
"In the end," He exhaled slowly, "It's your accomplishnts that give aning to your na."
"You should beco a philosopher instead of a damn thug. Huh?" The door of their house was smashed open as a group of people sauntered inside, "Talk is cheap. And without paying your debt, your life is cheap too."
'Dammit, why now?' Compass gritted his teeth, 'Dad said he'd arranged the money to co in two days.'
"Are you thinking of the money that your damn drunkard of a father said would arrive?" One of the thugs snorted upon seeing Compass's expression.
Upon seeing his face turn pale at his words, he and his gang laughed, "Seems I've hit the nail on the head."
They dragged his unresisting father as one of the thugs said, "The money would return, alright. But not to you. It'll be used to repay the debt your father owns us. How, you ask?"
The thug twirled his goatee, smirking, "His insurance, of course. Your old man owned a company before. He trusted his partner too much, losing everything when you were only three years old."
"Well," Dragging Compass's dad away, he spoke, "If there's any money left after repaying the debt, I'll send it to you. I do have a conscience. You can use it to give a proper burial to your old man."
"Damn you! Don't drag him away!" Compass shouted as he rushed out, sent flying back at the sa speed by a kick from one of the thugs.
"We'll kill him in two days. If you don't want him to die, prepare the money. It's in six figures though. Well, not sure if you could even count that far."
"S-Six figures?" Compass felt his legs go weak upon hearing the number. In a family who hadn't even seen any proper money, this seed impossible. But then…arrived his gateway…to hope.
[Ding!]
[Conditions achieved! Activating the Money-Making System! Welco Host, I'm your beloved System]
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'That's how I started. Compared to those tis, this is nothing.' His iris contracted as Compass Carburettor felt his consciousness strengthening in response, recalling the only piece of knowledge his father had ever given him.
'My na's only as worth as my accomplishnts!' Torn into pieces, his body was eaten up by the four mutated beasts. He endured until the end, completing the process, attaining the next stage.
Stage 5!
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