Re-Awakening: Cannon Fodder With Strongest Talent Chapter 195 195: Earth [4]

Donald's face contorted with horror as he realized Ethan knew everything—every detail of how his family had participated in the destruction of innocent people.

"You killed them all," Donald whispered, tears streaming down his face as the full weight of what had just happened crashed down on him. "You actually killed them all."

"Yes," Ethan replied simply. "And we're just getting started."

Jas, still suspended in the air beside Donald, began hyperventilating as he realized what was coming next.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The scene shifted as Ethan transported them to Jas's family estate, a sprawling compound that spoke of old money and power. Unlike Donald's modern mansion, this was generational wealth—ivy-covered walls, and manicured gardens.

Jas's family was scattered throughout the property. His father sat in a mahogany-paneled study, reviewing docunts that would affect thousands of lives with the stroke of a pen. His mother tended to her prize-winning roses in the garden, while his two older brothers played tennis on their private court.

"Please," Jas gasped, his voice barely a whisper as they materialized in the center of the estate. "Please, they don't deserve this. I'll do anything—"

"Your father," Ethan said, his voice cutting through Jas's pleas like a blade through silk, "used his position as a city councilman to expedite my parents' trial. No proper investigation. No consideration of evidence that might have exonerated them."

Jas's father looked up from his papers, confusion flickering across his patrician features as he noticed the strange figures that had appeared on his property.

"Your mother supported him," Ethan continued.

In the garden, Jas's mother straightened from her roses, her hand shading her eyes as she tried to understand what she was seeing.

"Your brothers spread the story through their elite school networks, ensuring that even if my parents were eventually cleared, they would never find work or acceptance in this city again."

The tennis match stopped, the two n jogging toward the main house with curious expressions.

"They destroyed my family," Ethan said, his gaze fixed on Jas's terrified face. "All to protect your lie."

Jas opened his mouth to protest, to beg, to offer so desperate bargain. But the words died in his throat as he saw the absolute certainty in Ethan's eyes.

Just as with Donald's family, there was no violence, no prolonged suffering. One mont the estate existed in all its generational glory—the next, it was simply gone. The father with his important docunts, the mother with her perfect roses, the brothers with their privileged lives. All of it erased as if it had never been.

Even the ancient oak trees that had stood on the property for hundreds of years vanished, leaving only rolling grassland where a family's legacy had once stood.

Jas's scream was raw and animalistic, a sound of such profound loss that it seed to tear sothing fundantal from his soul.

"You monster!" he sobbed, his body convulsing with grief and terror. "They were innocent! They didn't know what really happened!"

"Innocent?" Ethan's voice remained perfectly calm. "They orchestrated a campaign of destruction against two elderly people whose only cri was raising a son who tried to defend himself. They used their power, their influence, their resources to ensure my parents would suffer for the rest of their lives."

Jack, still suspended between his two friends, watched in absolute horror as he realized the scope of what was happening. This wasn't just revenge against the three of them—this was the complete erasure of everything they had ever touched.

"How many families will you destroy?" Jack whispered.

Ethan turned his gaze toward his primary target.

"All of them."​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

After erasing the bloodlines of Jas and Donald, Ethan kept them suspended in the air. They kept asking for death, begging for the rcy of oblivion, but weren't granted it.

"Kill ," Donald sobbed, his voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, just kill . I can't… I can't live with this."

"Death would be rcy," Ethan replied coldly. "And rcy is sothing you never showed my parents during their years of suffering."

Jas had stopped speaking entirely, his eyes vacant as his mind struggled to process the complete annihilation of everything he had ever known. The psychological trauma of watching his entire family vanish had broken sothing inside him.

Then Ethan appeared above Jack's mansion, the trio of torntors still floating helplessly in his grip.

The estate below was even grander than the others—a testant to the wealth accumulated through decades of corruption and cruelty. Multi-million dollar architecture sprawled across manicured grounds, complete with fountains, guest houses, and gardens that rivaled those of European nobility.

Everything happening was so fake, so unreal that it felt like a dream to Jack. How could a dead man co back and do all of this? A person he had watched drown with his own eyes, was now floating above his family ho with incomprehensible power.

Jack kept convincing himself that this was a dream—who wouldn't?

A human destroying entire bloodlines, teleporting across space, wielding forces that defied every law of physics and reality. It was ridiculous. Impossible. It had to be so kind of elaborate hallucination brought on by guilt and alcohol.

Despite his desperate wish that this was just a nightmare, he still found himself wanting to beg.

"Please…" Jack whispered, the word barely escaping his lips. "Please… no."

But unlike the instant erasure that had claid the others, Jack's house did not disappear imdiately. Instead, it began to change slowly.

Inside the mansion lay his mother and father—corrupted individuals who had taken the lives of many innocents to reach their current status. Today was the day they would reap what they had sown. Embezzlent that had destroyed entire companies, false accusations that had ruined careers and families, murder disguised as business accidents, and all kinds of heinous acts committed in pursuit of power and wealth.

And most importantly, they had hurt Ethan's family.

With a click of his finger, the whole place started burning down, and the automatic ergency fire suppression systems weren't able to stop it.

The flas erupted from within the structure itself, not ordinary fire but sothing far worse.