As Ophis informed me of her departure to the Khaos Brigade, a conversation from weeks prior resurfaced in my mind, one that had left a lingering weight on my conscience. Summoning the courage to broach the subject again, I turned to Ophis with a question that had been gnawing at my soul.

Me: Uhm, Ophis... I want to use my powers to torment the people that led to my death in my past life.

Ophis regarded me calmly, her gaze piercing yet inscrutable.

Ophis: Okay...

I furrowed my brow, surprised by her seemingly acquiescent response.

Me: Wait, really? You're okay with that?

Ophis tilted her head, her expression serene.

Ophis: Of course, Kousei. You can do anything you want.

Her words hung in the air, a weighty acknowledgment of my desires.

Me: But... these people, they deserve to suffer. They deserve to pay for what they did to me.

Ophis regarded me with unwavering neutrality.

Ophis: Why should I stop you?

Her question echoed through my mind, challenging my assumptions and stirring a tempest of conflicting emotions within me.

Me: I... I don't know. I guess I thought... I thought you might disapprove.

Ophis reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder with a gentle reassurance.

Ophis: Kousei, you have the power to enact your will upon this world. Whether you choose to use that power for vengeance or forgiveness is your decision alone.

I hesitated, grappling with the gravity of her words.

Me: But what if... what if it changes me? What if I become consumed by hatred?

Ophis's eyes softened with understanding.

Ophis: You are stronger than you realize, Kousei. You possess the strength to channel your emotions constructively. Remember who you are.

I'm definitely not stronger than she give me credit for, let's hope i don't go full Itachi

Her words resonated deep within me, a reminder of my own resilience and capacity for growth.

Me: Thank you, Ophis. I needed to hear that.

Ophis smiled, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the tumult of my thoughts.

Ophis: You are never alone, my love. Whatever path you choose, I will walk it with you.

As a dark smile formed on my face, a flood of memories and grievances surged through my mind, each name representing a target for my wrath, my hunger for revenge burning like a relentless fire within me.

Issei, my former brother and tormentor, flashed before my mind's eye. The very thought of him filled me with seething rage. He had framed me, destroyed my reputation, and made my life a living nightmare. It was time for him to pay the price for his betrayal, to suffer as I had suffered.

Matsuda and Motohama, his spineless lackeys, were not exempt from my wrath. They had reveled in my downfall, relishing their role in tarnishing my name. Now, it was their turn to face the consequences of their actions.

My parents, who had disowned me when I needed them the most, deserved no mercy. They had abandoned their own flesh and blood, casting me aside without remorse. They would regret the day they turned their backs on me.

Then there were the girls Muryama, Katase, Souna, and Tsubaki who had made it their mission to destroy me socially. Their malicious whispers and scheming had left me isolated and broken. Now, they would taste the bitterness of their own medicine, condemned to the same fate they had inflicted upon me.

And finally, the fallen angel who had ended my life. The memory of that fateful encounter fueled the flames of my vengeance. SHe had robbed me of my existence, and now, I would make her pay with interest.

As I stood on the precipice of retribution, I felt no remorse, no hesitation. Revenge was my birthright, a force that would define me in this new life. The path of darkness beckoned, promising satisfaction and closure.

Ophis's cautionary words echoed faintly in the depths of my mind, but I brushed them aside. This was my choice, my destiny. I would embrace the darkness within me, unleashing it upon those who had wronged me.

As I floated next to my old home in my translucent form, watching Issei in his living room, a surge of bitter amusement overcame me when I noticed something unexpected-a framed picture of myself displayed prominently on the wall. It was a stark contrast to the day they had disowned me, removing every trace of my existence from their lives.

Me:They're mourning my death

I muttered, a mirthless laugh escaping my lips.

Me:After everything they put me through...

The irony of their hypocrisy fueled the fire of rage burning within me.

Me:How dare they mourn me

I seethed, my voice echoing with madness.

Dark thoughts swirled in my mind like a tempest, but a voice perhaps a lingering echo of sanity whispered

"Calm down, Kousei. Calm down."

But the whisper was drowned out by the rising tide of fury.

"No," I growled, my spectral form pulsing with rage.

Me::They're going to pay. They'll regret ever crossing me.

The memories of betrayal and torment surged through me like a torrent, fueling my resolve for retribution.

"Issei," I hissed, fixing my gaze on him through the ethereal veil that separated us.

Me:You'll be the first.

I drifted closer, a malevolent specter consumed by vengeful intent.

Me:You and your accomplices

I continued, my voice cold and calculating.

Me:You thought you could destroy me, but now... now it's your turn to suffer.

The framed picture on the wall seemed to mock me, a symbol of their insincerity and deceit.

Me:Every tear i shed will be repaid a hundredfold

I vowed, my eyes blazing with unearthly fervor.

In that moment, consumed by hatred and driven by the desire for retribution, I embraced the darkness within me. Revenge was no longer a choice; it was a calling-an inexorable force that would reshape the fabric of their lives.

As I faded into the shadows, leaving behind whispers of malice and malevolence, the echoes of my vow lingered in the air like a curse.

Me:They'll pay

I murmured, the promise of vengeance echoing into the void.

Me:I'll make sure of it.

As I found myself inside Issei's body, a deep loathing churned within me. The very thought of inhabiting the vessel of my former tormentor filled me with revulsion. But amidst the turmoil, a sinister grin spread across my borrowed face as a twisted idea took hold.

"Hehehe," I chuckled darkly.

Me:What to do, what to do...

My eyes scanned Issei's surroundings until they landed on his laptop, a portal into his world of depravity and deceit. Ignoring the vile and indecent contents, I navigated to his files, my heart racing with anticipation.

And there it was-a damning file detailing the despicable scheme orchestrated against me, paying women to stage compromising photos used to ruin my life.

"Oh, yes," I murmured, my grin widening with malevolent satisfaction.

With trembling hands-Issei's hands-I accessed the school platform and every social media handle within reach. Without hesitation, I uploaded the incriminating file, ensuring its viral spread across the digital realm.

Me:This is just the beginning

I whispered to myself, relishing the prospect of imminent chaos.

As the file disseminated like wildfire, I reveled in the impending devastation it would wreak upon Issei and his collaborators. The same ruthless tactics they had employed against me would now be turned against them, a whirlwind of vengeance unleashed upon their lives.

Me:And your parents

I muttered, my voice laced with venom.

Me:They will know the depths of your depravity.

As I sat there, embodying Issei's form, a sense of twisted satisfaction washed over me. The tide of retribution had been set in motion, and I would not rest until every perpetrator of my suffering had faced the consequences of their actions.

With each click and keystroke, I watched with grim delight as the world around Issei crumbled under the weight of his misdeeds. This was no longer just revenge-it was justice, administered by the very hand that had once been victimized.

"Hehehe," I laughed, the sound hollow and chilling.

As I watched the comments pour in, each reaction fueled the fire of my satisfaction and vindication. The digital realm buzzed with shock, outrage, and condemnation, a cacophony of voices echoing the repercussions of the incriminating file I had unleashed upon Issei and his cohorts.

"Disgusting!"

"Unbelievable!"

"They deserve everything coming to them!"

The sentiments echoed my own, validating the justice I had enacted with ruthless precision. As I scrolled through the barrage of responses, a sinister smile played upon Issei's lips-my lips-as I relished the chaos I had sown.

"This is just the beginning,"

one comment read, resonating with the ominous certainty of impending retribution.

"They thought they could get away with it,"

another commenter declared, mirroring my sentiments.

The comments fueled my resolve, reinforcing the magnitude of the reckoning I had initiated. Each word was a testament to the shared outrage and collective desire for accountability.

"And their parents too?"

a particularly scathing remark caught my attention, igniting a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"They raised monsters."

The thought of exposing the complicity of Issei's family in his nefarious deeds sent a surge of vindictive glee through me. The collateral damage would be extensive, but it paled in comparison to the anguish they had inflicted upon me.

"Let them suffer!"

a cry for justice reverberated through the digital ether, resonating with the depths of my vengeful spirit.

As the comments continued to flood in, a sense of grim satisfaction settled over me. The world was finally witnessing the true nature of those who had wronged me, and I reveled in the validation of their exposure.

Me:They'll regret the day they crossed me

I murmured to myself, the words laced with a chilling determination.

In that moment, as the digital storm raged around me, I felt an unsettling sense of empowerment. The power of retribution coursed through my veins, propelling me forward on a path of merciless justice.

"Hehehe," I chuckled darkly, my laughter echoing the depths of my newfound resolve.

The comments served as a symphony of validation, each note affirming the righteousness of my actions. This was not just a reckoning-it was a reckoning born of vengeance, administered with a cold and calculating hand.

As I closed the laptop, leaving behind a maelstrom of chaos in my wake, I knew that the repercussions of my actions would reverberate far beyond the confines of the digital world. The consequences had been set in motion, and I would not rest until every perpetrator had faced the full weight of their sins.

With a final glance at the screen, I felt a surge of grim satisfaction.

Me:They deserve everything that's coming to them

I murmured, my voice laced with icy determination.

As I turned my attention to Kuoh Academy, memories of the torment and betrayal I endured surged to the forefront of my mind. The very mention of the school sent a chill down my spine, a visceral reminder of the suffering I had endured within those walls.

Me:Don't think I forgot about you

I muttered to myself, a dark glint in Issei's eyes-my eyes-as I accessed a hidden account, my fingers moving with purpose over the keyboard.

With calculated precision, I crafted an article detailing the insidious truths hidden beneath the facade of Kuoh Academy. I recounted the countless instances of abuse and mistreatment I had endured at the hands of students and teachers alike, their cruelty sanctioned by the very institution entrusted with my well-being.

Me:They allowed students to torment me

I seethed silently, my anger palpable even in the quiet confines of Issei's room.

The words flowed like venomous ink, each sentence a damning indictment of the complicity and negligence that had defined my experience at Kuoh Academy. I spared no detail, recounting the physical assaults that had left me battered and broken, the emotional torment that had scarred my psyche irreparably.

Me:and the teachers

I continued, my voice dripping with contempt.

Me:They stood by and did nothing.

As I penned the article, I felt a surge of vindication-a cathartic release of pent-up rage and anguish. This was my opportunity to expose the rot festering beneath the surface of Kuoh Academy, to shine a light on the injustices that had plagued my existence within its walls.

Me:They allowed them to beat me to near death

I typed, my hands trembling with the weight of my words.

The article took shape, a testament to the horrors I had endured and the complicity of those who had turned a blind eye. With each keystroke, I felt a sense of empowerment-a reclaiming of agency over my narrative.

Me:They'll pay for what they allowed to happen

I vowed silently, my gaze fixated on the screen.

As I finished the article, a surge of grim satisfaction washed over me. The truth had been laid bare, and there would be no escaping the consequences of complicity.

With a final click, I published the article, sending it cascading into the digital abyss like a harbinger of reckoning. Kuoh Academy would soon come face to face with the consequences of its sins, and I would revel in the chaos I had unleashed upon those who had wronged me.

As I watched the comments flood in response to the article I had unleashed upon Kuoh Academy, a mixture of emotions swirled within me-satisfaction, vindication, and a grim sense of triumph. The digital realm buzzed with reactions, each comment a testament to the impact of my exposé.

"Shocking!"

"I can't believe this happened at our school."

"Those responsible must be held accountable!"

The sentiments echoed the outrage and disbelief I had harbored for so long. Finally, the truth was being acknowledged, and the perpetrators of my suffering were being brought into the unforgiving light of scrutiny.

"They allowed students to do that?"

one commenter exclaimed, their disbelief mirroring my own.

"The teachers should be fired for negligence,"

another voice chimed in, echoing the sentiment of justice I had yearned for.

As I read through the comments, a sense of validation washed over me. This was not just about exposing the truth; it was about reclaiming my dignity and confronting the injustices that had haunted me for so long.

Me:they'll never be able to sweep this under the rug

I murmured to myself, a quiet resolve settling within me.

The comments continued to pour in, each one reinforcing the gravity of the revelations I had brought to light.

"Kousei deserves justice!"

"This cannot go unpunished!"

I felt a surge of grim satisfaction as I witnessed the collective outcry against the atrocities committed within the halls of Kuoh Academy. The voices of support and solidarity resonated with the depths of my own pain, validating the magnitude of the injustices that had scarred my past.

It's official his villain arc has finally begun