Chapter 14 : Repay

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After Returning From Another World, My Sister Become Obsessed With Me

Genre : Phychological, Thriller, Gore, Romance, Supranatural, super power

Chapter 14 : Repay

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[WARNING: This chapter contains gore, disturbing imagery, and violence. If you are uncomfortable with blood and brutal scenes, feel free to just Fast-read it.]

"Brother? Why are you just lying there like that?" Rika asked, her voice echoing in the quiet room. She was still in her school uniform, standing perfectly still.

"Eh? Rika? Since when were you here?" Frey asked, startled. He quickly pushed himself up into a sitting position on the sofa.

"I’ve been calling your name for a while now, Brother. You didn't even answer me when I walked through the front door," Rika said, her eyes narrowing as she walked toward him. She sat on the edge of the sofa next to him. "Is something bothering you?"

Frey let out a long, heavy sigh. He looked so exhausted, so defeated, that Rika’s heart ached. Without a word, she pulled his head toward her, letting him rest against her chest in a protective embrace.

"It's okay, Brother. Rika is he—"

She stopped mid-sentence. Her fingers, which were gently stroking his hair, felt a massive, hard lump on the side of his head.

Her eyes widened in shock. She pulled back instantly, grabbing Frey’s shoulders to look at his face.

"Brother! What happened to your head?!" she cried out.

"Well... it's a long story..." Frey scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. As he moved his arms, the sleeves of his shirt pulled up, revealing the ugly red scratches on his hands and the bruised skin on his elbows.

Rika’s expression shifted. The warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp gaze.

"Brother. Tell me everything. Right now."

Her voice was firm, almost authoritative. Caught by her intensity, Frey had no choice but to explain his disastrous day.

As Rika listened, her knuckles turned white. She looked down at the floor, She was vibrating with a rage so deep it threatened to crack the floorboards. Frey, seeing her so upset on his behalf, reached out and gently patted her head.

"It's okay, Rika. I’m fine now," Frey said with a small, tired smile.

Rika remained silent. She took Frey’s right arm, the one that had been struck by the cloaked man, and gripped it tightly. Suddenly, Frey felt a wave of intense cold wash over his skin, exactly where the "burn" mark was.

In an instant, the stinging pain vanished. He felt a surge of energy return to his body, and the heaviness in his chest disappeared.

"I have to go do my homework now, Brother," Rika said abruptly. Her voice was flat. She leaned in and gave Frey a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I hope you feel better soon."

She stood up and walked silently toward her bedroom.

"Ah... okay," Frey replied, feeling a bit confused but much better physically. He lay back down on the sofa, looking at the ceiling with confused face. He thinking about how weird today was.

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"BAST*RD!" Rika roared. She had already cast a [Silence Barrier] around her room, so not a single sound reached Frey. "I tried! I really tried to be gentle! I asked myself so i wouldn't be the monster I used to be! But if you 'abnormals' dare to touch my brother... And you dare to plant a [Curse of Misfortune] on him... I will never forgive you!"

She was trembling with pure, unadulterated fury.

"UNFORGIVABLE!"

She raised her hand, and a massive, invisible radar swept across the entire city. Her aura turned into a pillar of darkness that swirled around her, making her hair float in the air like black flames.

"I don't care if there are thousands of you, or millions," she hissed, her eyes glowing with a terrifying purple light. "I swear... I will hunt every single one of you down. I won't leave a single soul alive."

***

Deep in a nearby forest, Aira stood amidst the bodies of mutated bears and elephants she had just neutralized. She suddenly stopped and looked toward the city skyline.

Even from this distance, she could see it. A massive pillar of dark energy piercing the clear afternoon sky. To a normal human, the sky looked blue. But to the people who have power, it looked like the end of sky was starting to turn red.

Aira didn't look afraid. Instead, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across her lips as she recognized the "scent" of that power.

"It looks like tonight is going to be fun," Aira whispered, her eyes glowing crimson.

****

Night fell over the city, and the last traces of the orange sunset disappeared. Frey stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed after a long shower. He walked into his bedroom and lay down on his bed, the soft sheets feeling like heaven after two weeks of sleeping on a stiff hospital mattress.

He picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts. His mind was heavy. For years, he had worked at the restaurant owned by Fin’s parents. It was a high-end, 4-star establishment on a hotel, where he had spent his days in the hot kitchen, doing the heavy lifting and washing dishes, hidden away because of his scars.

But since he had been in a coma for two weeks, his position had been unofficially filled by a other person. He was now jobless, that's why he keep to search for a new job.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. A message from Fin.

Fin: "Hey Bro! How are you feeling? Are you 100% yet?"

Frey: "Yeah, I'm back. Feeling much better now. But man, I'm stressed about work.m now."

Fin: "Actually, about that... I talked to my parents. I showed them a photo I took of you at the hospital, the one with your new face. Bro, they were speechless. My mom literally said it would be a waste to keep you hidden in the kitchen anymore."

Frey sat up, his heart beginning to race. Frey: "Wait, what does that mean?"

Fin: "It means you're hired back, but not in the kitchen. Starting tomorrow, you’re our new Waiter. You’ll be at the front of the restaurant, serving the VIPs. My parents are convinced you’re going to be the new face of the restaurant."

Frey felt a rush of nervousness.

Frey: "A waiter? Fin, I’ve only ever worked in the back. I don't know how to handle 4-star service!"

Fin: "Relax, Bro! I’ll be there to coach you tomorrow. After a few days of training, you'll be a natural. See you then at my house!"

Frey tossed his phone onto the pillow and let out a long breath of relief.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on his door. Rika stepped in, looking small and innocent in her pajamas.

"Brother? Are you feeling better? No more bad luck?"

Frey smiled at her, showing her his arms. "Yeah, Rika. I feel great. Look, the burn marks are gone,"

Rika stared at his arm, a dark, cold flicker passing through her eyes for a split second before she smiled back. "I'm so happy for you, Brother. I told you everything would okay."

She walked closer and hugged him tightly. "Actually, I was thinking of meeting a friend for a bit. We’re going to buy some snacks nearby. Is that okay?"

Frey patted her head gently. "Sure, go ahead. Just don't stay out too late, okay? It’s dark out there."

"I won't be long," Rika promised, her voice as sweet as sugar.

She turned and walked out of the house. But the second the front door clicked shut, the "sweet sister" vanished. Her face twisted into a mask of pure, murderous rage. The air around her began to vibrate, and the shadows at her feet crawled up her legs like living vines.

"Snacks..." she hissed, her eyes glowing with a terrifying, abyssal purple light. "Yes. Tonight, I'm going to have plenty of mon to chew on."

With a sharp movement of her hand, she tore a hole in the fabric of space. A purple portal swirled in front of her, and without a second thought, she stepped through it and vanished, leaving only the scent of ozone and the feeling of impending death in the night air.

The hunt had officially begun.

***

The night sky over the outskirts of the city was silent, but the air felt heavy. High above the dense forest, Rika hovered in the air. Her elegant dress fluttered in the wind, but her presence was feel heavier, it's more than human. Her eyes like two pits of abyssal violet, glowing with a cold, predatory light.

She raised her hand, and a ripple of dark energy expanded from her palm like a radar. [Detection: Essence Search].

A second later, a twisted smile curled on her lips. "Found you, rats," she whispered. Her radar had picked up a foul, decaying energy. Something that didn't belong to this world.

Deep beneath the forest, a hundred meters underground, a hidden facility lay buried.

Rika didn't bother looking for an entrance. She descended like a falling star, her body coated in a shroud of black aura. As she hit the ground, anything blocking her path, vaporized. She tore through dirt, rock, and reinforced steel, descending straight into the heart of the underground base.

Rika stood motionless in the center of the carnage. Her face was a mask of cold, flat indifference. Deep inside, a storm of rage was brewing slowly. This wasn't the first time she had stood in a room filled with the metallic scent of blood and the screams of the insane.

In the world of Valcaryn, she had wiped out entire continent because of a cultist for more than once. And they are always the same scenary, about celebrating insanity.,

One man was busy peeling the skin off his own forearm with a jagged rock, humming a broken tune, while a woman nearby was laughing as she dipped her fingers into an open wound on a corpse, painting symbols on her forehead.

Some of the cultist were sewing their own eyes shut with rusted wire, laughing hysterically as they claimed to see "The Great Void."

Others were hunched over stone altars, gnawing on raw human remains with teeth they had sharpened into jagged points. The air was filled with a discordant, shrill chanting that sounded like thousands of insects buzzing inside a skull.

"Disgusting as always," she whispered, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Her voice was low, yet it vibrated through the stone walls, silencing the frantic chanting. The High Priest, a man whose face had been partially peeled away and showing muscle underneath, began to gurgle a laugh, reaching for a rusted sacrificial blade. "A new sacrifice! The Void will—"

Rika didn't let him finish. She didn't move her feet, but the shadows beneath her exploded. [Abyssal Slaughterhouse ].

The shadows transformed into thousands of razor-thin, vibrating wires that filled every inch of the hall. Rika flicked her wrist, and the wires danced.

A cultist reaching for Rika found his arm falling away in neat, thin slices, the bone cut as easily as the flesh. He stared at his stump for a second before his entire torso slid apart, divided into dozens of pieces that collapsed like a stack of fallen cards.

Rika walked forward slowly, her shoes clicking on the stone, stepping over a head that had just rolled into her path. She looked even more angry this time.

When a group of cultists tried to rush her, their eyes wide with a mix of terror and religious joy, Rika simply raised her hand. [Gravity Collapse].

The air above the group became ten thousand times heavier. In a split second, they were slammed into the floor. The sound was sickening, the collective crunch of hundreds of bones breaking at once, followed by the wet pop of internal organs bursting under the pressure. They were flattened into a thin, rectangular rug of mangled meat and shredded black cloth.

Blood sprayed everywhere, painting Rika’s pale face in crimson streaks, but she didn't wipe it away. She watched a cultist crawl toward the exit, his lower half missing, dragging his intestines behind him like a grotesque tail.

With a eyes that now burns in anger, she flick of her finger, a shadow needle pierced his spine, pinning him to the floor while he was still conscious, his mouth opening and then a giant shadow spear pierce through her body.

She reached the main altar, where the High Priest stood paralyzed, his mind finally breaking under a fear he couldn't comprehend.

With a simple thought, the shadows at her feet surged upward, forming a massive, multi-jointed Spectral Hand. The shadowy limb reached out and snatched the High Priest by his throat, lifting his gasping, heavy body high into the air. Rika didn't even look at him directly, she kept her hands casually at her sides.

The Priest struggled, his legs kicking uselessly against the empty air, his manic grin finally replaced by the primal realization that he was facing a God of Death.

Rika flicked her finger, and a Dark Hologram appeared in front of the Priest’s bulging eyes. It was the image of the man in the black cloak from the minimarket. She didn't ask a question, she didn't need to. The hologram served only as a key to unlock the specific memory she wanted from the Priest's fractured mind.

As the Priest's eyes locked onto the image, Rika’s expression turned even colder. The Spectral Hand holding him suddenly tightened. Then, with a sickening crunch, the shadow fingers squeeze into the Priest’s chest and head simultaneously.

The Priest’s head exploded like a pressurized fruit, but his body didn't fall. Instead, the Spectral Hand pulled a flickering, screaming wisp of translucent white light out of the remains, his Soul.

Rika opened her hologram and took that soul inside (devouring it).

Instantly, a multiple holograms screens around her updated. A massive, complex blueprint of the entire underground facility flashed onto the holograms, along with a bright, pulsating red dot.

It was the location of the man who had dared to curse Frey.

The headless corpse of the Priest was tossed aside like a broken toy. Rika didn't stop to look at the mess. She began to walk deeper into the corridor.

Behind her, dozens of massive, shadowy hands rose from the floor, floating in the air like a dark royal guard. They lifted Rika slightly above the blood-soaked ground, carrying her forward as she stared at the glowing map with eyes that screams about extinction.

›› To Be Continue ‹‹

—KS