Revenge Choice System
Jason spent two long days in the hospital, each hour stretching endlessly as he tried to piece together the events that had led him there. The bruises on his body faded bit by bit, but the questions in his mind remained sharp.
The nurses came and went, offering polite smiles and routine care, but no one lingered long enough for real conversation. His parents never called. No familiar faces appeared in the doorway.
He was alone. But that wasn't new.
By the time the doctor finally cleared him for discharge, Jason had accepted the reality—he was useless and alone.
Jason had always felt like the odd one out. At school, his classmates found every reason to target him—his worn-out shoes, the way he stumbled over answers in class, the way he never seemed to fit in. The teasing started early, light enough to brush off, but it grew sharper over time. Whispered insults turned into snide remarks, and eventually, those turned into shoves in the hallway, books knocked out of his hands, laughter ringing in his ears.
But what stung most wasn't the cruelty from strangers. It was the silent comparison at home.
His younger brother excelled in everything—top of his class, a star athlete, effortlessly charming. Their parents beamed with pride, showering him with praise, with opportunities, with the belief that he was destined for greatness. Jason, on the other hand, struggled to keep up. No matter how hard he tried, his grades lagged behind, his efforts met with disappointment rather than encouragement.
"You just need to apply yourself more," his father would say, shaking his head. "Why can't you be more like your brother?"
That was the question he had heard a hundred times. A question that never had an answer.
At some point, Jason stopped trying to find one. He wasn't sure if he had given up—or if he had simply accepted that in a world where success was everything, he would always be the failure.
Emotionally, Jason carried the weight of failure like an old, familiar burden. It crept into his thoughts, into the way he carried himself—shoulders hunched, eyes lowered, always bracing for the next wave of disappointment. He wanted to believe it didn't affect him, that he had grown numb to the comparisons, the expectations he could never meet. But deep down, it lingered.
The bullying at school chipped away at him in ways he couldn't always describe. Every cruel remark, every shove in the hallway felt like an echo of what he had already heard at home. Not good enough. Not smart enough. Not worth it.
Loneliness was a constant companion. His parents didn't see him, his classmates didn't respect him, and the world seemed indifferent. He wondered if there would ever be a place where he wasn't an afterthought, where his existence meant something beyond failure.
Jason sighed as he left the hospital and started walking home. He just wanted to lay on his bed and sleep.
Jason stepped through the front door, his body still aching from the hospital stay, expecting at least a sliver of warmth—a glance, a word, something. Instead, the house was filled with movement, but none of it was for him. Boxes stacked near the door, suitcases zipped shut, his mother and brother moving with purpose while his father stood stiffly near the entrance.
Something was wrong.
He cleared his throat, voice hoarse. "What's going on?"
His mother didn't answer. His brother didn't stop packing. It was his father who finally turned, his expression unreadable. "We're leaving."
Jason's stomach twisted. "Leaving? Where?" He took a step forward, wincing as his ribs protested the movement.
His father sighed, like the conversation was already exhausting him. "Away. We're done with this. Done with you."
The words struck harder than any punch. Jason stared at them, at the faces he had known his whole life, trying to find something—remorse, hesitation. But there was nothing.
"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "You don't mean that." He turned desperately to his younger brother, hands trembling. "You—please. You know me, you know I can fix this, I can—"
His brother Callum didn't even look at him. "You're a disgrace," he said flatly. "I don't want anything to do with you."
Jason's breath hitched. He stumbled forward, reaching for him, pleading. "Please don't do this. I don't have anyone else."
Before he could take another step, his father's fist connected with his jaw. Jason hit the ground hard, the taste of copper sharp on his tongue. He didn't move—he couldn't.
His father towered over him, voice filled with disgust. "Pathetic."
And then, just like that, they were gone. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the empty house.
Jason lay there, his body aching, his heart heavier than ever. He had always feared being abandoned, but now that it had happened, the weight of it crushed him. The silence was suffocating.
And for the first time in years, he let himself break. Let the tears spill freely, let the pain take over.
They were gone.
And he was truly alone.
He was on the verge of losing his mind when a robotic voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host, for binding to the Revenge Choice System!]
Jason's eyes widened as a system opened before him, presenting him with a series of options:
Option 1: Cry and stay on the ground.
[$50 dollars & a pack of tissues]
Option 2: Toilet paper Cole's family mansion
[$300 & a BMW series]
Option 3:Have a video of Cole jerking off to a porn video, and post it on the school group and social media platforms.
[$20,000 reward & two sets of new clothes.]
Jason stared at the choices for a moment, the choices looking surreal.A twisted grin spread across his lips, an unfamiliar thrill coursing through his veins. The world had turned its back on him. His family had abandoned him. Cole and his gang had shattered him.
But now? Now, it was his turn.
Jason let out a low, chilling laugh, the sound reverberating through the empty room. "They thought they could break me," he murmured, eyes flashing with something dark. "They thought they could walk away without consequences."
His mind raced through possibilities—exposing secrets, pulling strings, making sure they felt the pain he had endured. This wasn't a plea for justice. This wasn't redemption.
This was revenge.
And he was just getting started.
"Cole," Jason said, muttering to himself. "You will be my first victim and I won't stop until you're ruined for everything you did to me."
He stared at the options again. Obviously the best option was option and that's what he was going to pick.
"I choose Option 3!" Said Jason.
[Ding! Option 3 has been chosen. Video of Cole Roberts has been sent to your phone.]
[Tho two sets of clothes are in your wardrobe waiting to be used.]
[$20,000 has been transferred to your phone. The host doesn't have to worry about the origins, as they're completely legal and untraceable. ]
Jason checked his phone and gasped as the zeros. This was much more money that he had ever seen in his life. Jason's family were wealthy but they treated him like a maid than a son. They never gave him allowances and treated him like a prodigal son. But this system had given him $20,000 just for picking a option.
He smiled then checked the video and nearly gagged at what he saw.
"Truly disgusting, " Jason grimaced. "What a pig and he has a small wiener. I just can't wait to post this."
He got up from the floor as the system interface closed and went to the room to check on the clothes. He smiled at how full his wardrobe was. The clothes he wore were terrible and worn out. His parents never bought clothes for him, it was like they didn't care about his life.
He frowned in anger. "They will get what is going to happen to them."
He yawned very tired and decided to go to sleep.
He dragged himself toward the bed, his limbs heavy, his pulse still thrumming with adrenaline. As he lay down, the darkness wrapped around him, the only company was the quiet hum of the system running in the background.
For the first time in a long time, he wasn't afraid. He wasn't powerless.
And as his eyelids fluttered shut, his last thought wasn't regret—it was satisfaction.
Tomorrow, everything would change.