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Going back

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I opened my eyes to some kind of dimly lighted room; a throng of people wearing black outfits emblazoned with white strips jammed the place, giving condolences in front of a dearly familiar picture. It only took me one whiff of the musky scent coming from the incense sticks lit up beside the picture in front of me to realise where I trekked to.

'Why am I at my grandma's funeral again?' I reckoned as my heart tugged inside my chest.

All the memories I deeply sealed flooded my brain with unspoken misery. I felt the urge to cry again. But with the utmost difficulty, I held back my tears; grandma won't be happy seeing me sad again.

Nonetheless, I still cursed these cruel lenses for bringing me back here.

'Lenses, why did you pick this time and place?'

'...'

'Ok, hm, I will name you narcos because your original owner is a high-quality scam drug dealer.'

'Huh!?' I bellowed vacantly. Yet, I still contemplated the system words.

'Hm, Now after looking back at it, you do have a point; my life went downhill starting with this day; I wish I can see my grandma again, but alas, I can't help it.'

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and brought me back from my thoughts; it was none other than uncle Anzu.

The youngest brother of my grandma, an old man with a freckled face and an overly shiny bald head, I swear I always wanted to know how can a head blaze that much with oil, but if there's a word that can describe this man wholly. It surely would be: "greedy,"

I didn't even know that my grandma had a family.

Still, after they heard the word inheritance, they all gathered like a pack of prurient wolves, garnishing their teeth, Ugh! These assholes are acting like they heartbroken, but they all hypocrites who tried to snatch the little money my grandma left for me and deceived me in the name of taking care of my future needs; those crocodiles tears can't fool me anymore.

'Back then, I was a naive boy, desperate for love and appreciation.' I thought, tugging at my shirt.

I looked at him gingerly, with an evident tinge of sadness on my visage, 'You think you're the only one who can play this game? Let's see who's going to win this time.'

"Hello, my child, I'm your uncle Anzo; I'm deeply ashamed for not visiting you and my beloved sister all this time. After 10 years, we couldn't find even a single trace of her location after her husband passed away, which by the government law, was equal to death,"

He repeated the exact sentence he said to me nine years ago with the same maudlin intentions, the same bitter tone and the same fabricated smirk.

'Dead my ass, greedy bastard. How did you find here then this time?' My hand subconsciously tightened, ready to be launched at any given moment.

But No! Not now, Not at this fashion, and certainly not at this place.

'Endure,' I said to myself, all I need to do at the moment is suppress the harsh memories that hunted me for years because of his avarice desire for my meagre fortunate.

"Ah! You are my beloved uncle?" I made the most pained expression I can find; because of my tremendous fat, I looked like a beast filled with snot.

'Meet the renowned snail of area 911!'

Taking notice of my coming nose, the old fox slightly backed away.

'Hehe, Where are you going, uncle? The show is just starting.'

I grabbed my bastard uncle and hugged him with overwhelming strength, soiling him as my snot-filled his clothes.

Following that, I felt his anger sharply rising, but the old fox still sustained the same placid face, 'Hm, indeed, worthy of the old fox nickname, but I'm still waiting for that future bullshit you are going to spot, so hurry up.'

"Oh! Poor kid, Seeing you like this makes my heart bleed; uncle is here for you, fear nothing in my presence, but now for the order to me to help you, did my sister left you anything useful?"

'He didn't even say the futuristic excuse bullshit? He must be in a rush! Let's play with him more; l obviously will not mention the 40k dollars she left me in the bank.'

"Yes, uncle! She left me this shrine; she said if you ever sold it to the government, it will be sold for millions of dollars!"

His eyes lighted up; I can feel his reluctance and the scepticism about the government wanting this rotten shrine, but his greedy nature blinded him thoroughly on the mention of the little fortune; I didn't lie though; the government does want the shrine, they just didn't pay for it.

I almost leaked out a chuckle; my prey was smiling till his teeth appeared.

"My boy, you should give it to me till you grow up, and I will take care of you till then, okay?"

'Take care of me? Hell no, It's only three years before the government takes the shrine! I will just scam you for a couple of thousands.'

"Un—" before I even finished saying, uncle, Narcos buzzed in my ear.

'Are you telling me I should follow him home?'

'Er...I understand. I will see what I can pull off.'

I immediately assembled a ripened tomato-like face, with eyes filled with gratitude; I acted like I just saw God and said, "U-uncle! Thank you for your compassion, but the shrine only can be sold after three years. Can I have the honour of joining your family till that time comes?" I wickedly bent his words against him; after all, he only wants my capital, but because of my oscar worthy act, he dictated that my generated gratitude will most likely lend him a hefty bag of money without even needing to swindle.

Same as me, he winced and skillfully made a bittersweet complexion paired with an even more qualified heartbroken tone as he mumbled, "My boy, from now on, call me father! I will adopt you into my family and take care of you till the day I die."

'Um, correction, till the three years pass baldy fox! But the thing is this time; I'm not the one getting scammed.'

"Thank you, my wonderful father; I will make sure to be filial and treat you as my birth father; no, I will treat you as my honourable benefactor till the last bone of my body break."

I can see his disgusting stare after inspecting my almost sixteen years old filthy frame, but after hearing my promises, a smirk crept in the deepest corner of his mouth.

'Target? Are we on a hunting competition?'

<.....>

'And what does it have to do with me?'

'Female interests? Infinity? What the hell? There isn't any infinity in infatuation, you bastard system. If you're trying to make a joke, I tell you from now; it's not humorous.'

'The world travel? dude, what are you talking about?'

<....>

'....'

I looked around me to see the so-called above average stats target, and I saw a girl in the corner.

'Holy smocks, she's a damn goddess!'

I quickly told the system if he can let me see her stats.

Name: Haruka Miku

Age: 17