SSS SKILL: DUPLICATE

"Tsk! What a foolish dream! How can ordinary humans fight hyperbeings that commit crimes? Even gangs composed of normal humans are probably backed by someone powerful. How else can they exist until now?" said Edgar.

"YAAAA!" Sofie struck Edgar's head with her fist.

"Shit! Why did you hit me?" asked Edgar as he holds his head, hit by Sofie.

"Hmpf! How can you belittle my dream? You will be the vice captain of Dragon Hall. You will be responsible for everything, and I will be responsible for morale," said Sofie as she pointed her finger at Edgar.

"Fuck! Aren't you just a decoration if you pass all the work to me?!" Edgar shouted.

"Hahahaha, you should read more. It's called laissez-faire leadership," said Sofie as she pats Edgar's shoulder while laughing.

More tears flow from Edgar's eyes as he remembers the scene. He can no longer hold it back.

"AHHHHHHH!" screams Edgar. Snots and tears flowed from his face as he wailed.

In the evening, he went back to their house. They are now living with his uncle Tony and cousin Fei. He went to his room and did some research. He wants to find out who the hyperbeing is—the real perpetrator—as the investigator and the policeman said a while ago. After researching, he found the hyperbeing. Since that time, he has never forgotten his face—the hyperbeing that rules a whole island, someone that cannot be chained by laws: Poison Lord.

"Wait a little longer. I will personally send him to hell," said Edgar as he touched the tomb, then wiped his tears.

There are footsteps behind him.

"I thought I saw someone else. I almost did not recognize you," said a young man standing behind Edgar. He has brown skin and quite long black hair.

Edgar turned his back and smiled at the man. He hasn't seen him for more than a year. Gan had to go home to their province to take care of his sick mother. His mother had already recovered, but he did not return to Manila.

"Gan, it's good to see you again. Why are you only returning now?" asked Edgar.

"That-," Gan scratched the back of his head and seems embarrassed.

"I became a father,"said Gan with an embarrassed face.

Edgar is surprised and happy for his friend.

"Damn! Why did you not tell me?" asked Edgar.

"I was very busy! I have to work several jobs for my family! All I have in mind is my family! How can I have time to think about anything else? You don't understand how a father feels!" Gan shouted.

Edgar subconsciously rubbed his nose out of embarrassment. He couldn't tell his friend yet that he had already experienced being a father and even a great-grandfather.

"Fufufu, let me show you my treasure," said Gan. Then he took out his wallet and showed hard copy of a photo.

Edgar looks at it.

"W-what?! How did you fool her?!" asked Edgar with a shocked face. The photo shows a smiling, beautiful lady holding a very cute baby. The woman's skin is white. She looks like the daughter of a rich family.

Gan's face turned ugly. He grabs Edgar's clothes and shouts at him.

"Damn you! You are my friend! Why do you have the same reaction as the others?! You know me, even better than my mother. Y-You are my friend!" said Gan as he shakes Edgar's body. He feels sad that they all think the same, even his close friend. His eyes became teary.

"Hahahaha, I'm just kidding," said Edgar. He feels happy that he is still the Gan that he knows.

He patted Gan's shoulder.

"Gan, join me. Let's continue the dream of Sofie."

In the evening, within a remote pub somewhere in Manila, a weary-looking middle-aged man with messy curly hair and a beard is drinking beer. On the desk, there is a paper with a written resignation letter as the title. His name is Gin, a professional investigator of CIU. He was the investigator in Sofie's case. The Criminal Investigation Unit, or CIU, is an arm of the Philippine Police Force. It is responsible for the investigation.

He is wearing a blue jean jacket, pants, a white polo shirt, and black shoes. He finished drinking his beer, picked up his letter, and put it in his jacket.

He is walking in an alley while looking down on the ground, then stopped on his tracks after he heard a chuckle. He raised his head, and he looks shocked.

"Gin, I admit that if I were to just rely on ourselves, we would not be able to find you, but too bad, someone gave us a tip, so here I am," said a man with gray hair wearing a striped long sleeve and rubber shoes. His hands are in his pocket. He looks hideous as he grins at Gin.

"Sigh,why were you so stubborn? We already warned you to keep your eyes closed. Did you not get the message when we sent an ordinary human assassin to kill you? I could have targeted your family to give you a clearer message, but you are really good at hiding them," said Willow with a look of regret.

"Willow, I already wrote the resignation letter. I will resign from my job tomorrow," said Gin. His face looks very serious.

Willow raised his left hand and shook his hair.

He chuckled and said,"You should have done it earlier. I already personally went out. How can I go back empty-handed? I should at least take your head."

Gin pulled out his gun from his back and aimed at Willow.

Shoo! A dagger clad with wind element stabbed the barrel of the gun and destroyed it.

Willow flicked his right hand, and a dagger came out of his sleeve.

He chuckles, raises his right hand, and sways his dagger while saying,"No guns allowed. I heard you are good with daggers. Play with me for a while."

Gin stepped back, let go of his gun, and immediately turned to his back to run, but he stopped on his track again. There is someone behind him.

A tall, burly man with a crew-cut hairstyle is standing while his back rests against a wall. He has an earring on his right ear.He is wearing a fitted shirt and loose pants.

He lit his cigarette on his mouth. He let out a smoke and said,"Play with him. You will instantly die if you move this way."

Raff, the burly man, did not even look at Gin while he was speaking. He continued to smoke after giving his warning.

Gin observes his situation, and he knows there is no escape. He has a melancholic smile. He didn't expect that he would not lose his life while on active duty, but tonight, before his resignation tomorrow,

"Mimi, I'm very sorry. I failed as a father to you," thought Gin as he felt his impending doom.

He raised his hands and fixed his hair. He reached out to his back and took his daggers, then he faced Willow. His eyes are sharp. He will not die without fighting back.

Willow chuckles and walks to Gin.

"Hmm?" Willow heard footsteps behind him. He looks behind him, and then he sees a man. The man has white hair. He is wearing a mask, a black jacket, and casual clothes.

"That is enough. You scums really enjoy toying with others. Let me play with you instead. Consider it your last game," said Edgar as he walks toward Willow.

Willow's face turned fierce when he heard Edgar. He chuckled, then turned around to face Edgar. He released his aura, then wind flows around his body. Threads of wind element rotated on his dagger. The dagger became a short laser sword.

Edgar also released his aura while walking. Threads of wind move around his body.

Willow dashes forward. His eyes look fierce as he stares at Edgar. He imagines his dagger making a hole in Edgar's neck.

He fiercely stabbed his dagger.

Edgar swiftly dodged the dagger by stepping to the left side and rotating his body as he moves forward.

His left hand reached out into Willow's hair. Threads of wind rotate on his left leg, and more aura gathered on the leg.

His left hand holds Willow's hair. Willow swung his dagger, but Edgar blocked it by holding the right arm that holds the dagger with his right hand.

Edgar pulled down Willow's hair.

Willow's upper body is forced to bend. Edgar's whole body force is concentrated on his left knee, moving to the back of Willow.

MINUTE SUBTLETY: WIND SHOCK

Boom! "Acck!" Willow coughed out blood. The cloth in front of his body is torn to pieces by a shockwave. There is still a rotating wind in the air that originated from Willow's body.

Crakk! A cracking sound of bone appeared. Willow's spine is broken.