My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 59: [ - - 51] - Back from the dead

Chapter - 51

[System Integration... 96%... 97%...]

Lucius stirred, a groan escaping his throat like gravel sliding over rusted metal.

[99%... Integration complete.]

His eyes opened slowly as he tried to make sense of things around him.

No glass.

No Marcus.

No fancy suite.

Just Grass.

Sky.

And dirt everywhere.

The scent of wet mud mixed with blood hit him like a punch to the gut.

[Vital signs: Barely functional. Brain activity: Surprisingly stubborn. Libido levels... hmm, pitiful. Don’t worry, we’ll work on that.]

He was flat on his back in an open field, clouds dragging lazily across a pale, washed-out sky.

And around him?

Shovels.

And six men. All burly. All sweating. All digging.

A grave? For him? They are going to bury him alive?

[Oh, you are not dead yet, sunshine. Congratulations, You have just been...upgraded.]

Lucius blinked hard, his vision still dizzy, ’Huh? Hat’s this voice? Who... is speakin?

A pause. Then a smooth voice.

[I am your new best friend. Mentor. Parasite. Call me what you like. But officially...I am the Killer Lust System— designed for elite seduction, deadly combat, and unholy domination.]

[And now we are stuck with each other]

[Lucky you]

[Now Rise and shine, sunshine]

Lucius heard the voice again.

[You are about to be buried. Might want to do something about that.]

Lucius blinked against the blur, his vision swimming in agony. His body ached like hell. Every nerve screams. Each breath felt like inhaling fire through broken glass.

’What the...?’ Lucius whispered hoarsely, trying to move. He was already in pain and the voice in his head made him even more dizzy.

Lucius groaned as he looked around for the source of the voice and forced his body upright, trying to sit straight.

[Initiating Rapid Recovery Protocol. Estimated time for recovery: 14 seconds. Do try not to pass out again.]

And sudnely pain surged through his body. Lucius clenched his jaw as the wounds began to seal. Blood slithered back beneath the skin. Dislocated joints snapped into place with sickening precision.

Snap. Crack. Pop.

It was pure agony. And yet— relief.

"Where are you?" Lucius whispered in disbelief as the pain in his body vanished, almost instantly,

[I am inside you. Remember, Parasite]

"Parasite? Inside me?" Lucius looked confused as he looked down inspecting his body, "What the hell are you? What do you want?"

[I am an experimental anomaly crafted by ancient maniacs who were perverts and killers at the same time. They liked Blood and Beauty. And you have been chosen, Master. Why? I have no idea. Fate...Bad luck, maybe.]

Lucius was on his knees now, his breathing shallow but steady. Lucius looked like a warrior carved from grief and rage.

[Listen closely, pretty master.]

[You were outclassed. Outgunned. and damn near out of time. But now... Now you have got me.]

[And we are going to fix this filthy world—one broken bastard and seduced woman at a time.]

While Lucius was busy talking with the system, one of the digging men looked up and nearly dropped his shovel.

"Shit! He’s awake!"

"Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?"

"Hurry! Knock him out again!"

Lucius looked around groggily. His shirt clung to him, soaked in blood. His arms felt like lead. Movement was painful.

["Do you want me to help you?]

"...Yeah."

[Say please.]

Lucius coughed, growled, "Please."

[Ahh!!! This is so refreshing!]

[But this only a one time help. Activating emergency override: Adrenal Surge, Pain Suppression, Neural Sharpening... 3... 2... 1...]

[Showtime.]

A violent jolt ripped through him like lightning made of liquid fire.

Lucius’s eyes went sharp, snapped into focus. The pain vanished. Muscles tensed like coiled steel. His fingers curled into fists.

The man closest to him lunged forward with a shovel.

Lucius stood in one smooth motion and caught the shovel mid-swing.

CRACK.

The shaft splintered in his grip.

He twisted the metal from the man’s hands, spun it, and drove the wooden end deep straight into his gut.

WHUMP.

The man flew backward, crumpling with a strangled wheeze.

The rest froze.

Lucius straightened. Blood still dripping from his temple, his shirt torn and ragged but his eyes were sharp and focused.

[Good Master]

The System sounded proud

[Now let’s get nasty.]

The wind rustled through the grass, a whisper before the storm. The air was thick with tension.

Lucius rolled his neck. Bones cracked like firecrackers. Power thrummed in his veins, hot and electric.

The remaining five men in front of him stepped forward, gripping shovels, steel rods, and a crowbar.

Lucius smiled blood smeared across his teeth.

[Ooooh. Five-on-one. Classic. Want me to play a soundtrack in your head? Something orchestral? Or maybe... Britney Spears?]

"Shut up," Lucius muttered.

The man on the left charged first— reckless and desperate.

Lucius sidestepped with predator grace, seized the man’s collar, and smashed his forehead directly into the man’s nose.

CRUNCH.

A spray of blood painted the air. The man screamed.

Lucius didn’t pause.

He yanked the man’s arm, twisted hard, and snapped the elbow sideways with a sickening POP. The scream became a gurgle. Lucius spun the broken limb like a meat shield as another man swung down with a shovel.

CLANG!

The shovel came down hard. Skull met steel. The man with the ruined arm went limp, collapsing in a boneless heap.

Lucius didn’t stop moving.

He surged forward, foot slamming between the attacker’s legs.

THUD.

The man doubled over with a strangled gasp.

Lucius rose with a brutal uppercut that lifted the man clean off his feet.

CRACK.

Teeth shattered. Tongue severed. The man crumpled, choking on his own blood.

[You know,]

Lucius heard the voice of the system in his head.

[I read somewhere you burn 400 calories per murder. Good cardio.]

Lucius didn’t reply. Another came at him from behind.

He spun just in time to duck a crowbar, then surged low, arms wrapping around the man’s legs.

With a guttural roar, Lucius lifted the man and slammed him headfirst into the dirt like a mallet driving a stake.

CRACK.

The man’s neck bent at an unnatural angle. A single twitch— and then nothing.

Lucius stood, chest heaving, blood dripping from his fists.

Three down.

Two left.

They hesitated now. Faces drained of color. Hands trembling as if the very air itself was choking them.

Lucius stepped forward, breathing heavily, his body a mess of sweat and blood. His shirt clung to his skin, soaked through. His hair was matted to his forehead. His knuckles were raw, split open, but the blood that dripped from his fists felt almost satisfying.

[Here’s a tip master aim for the knees next time. Humans are hilarious when they can’t run.]

One of the men screamed and charged, driven by blind terror.

Lucius didn’t move. He let him come.

At the last second, he turned sideways, like a serpent striking. His fingers shot out, and with unnatural speed, he drove them deep into the man’s eyes.

POP.

"Aaaghhhhh!!!" A sickening squelch. The man’s scream shattered the air, but it wasn’t human anymore. Lucius grabbed the back of his skull and slammed it repeatedly into a rock on the ground.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Each blow was harder, faster. The sound of bone crushing under the force of rage was almost rhythmic, like a dark symphony. By the time he let go, the man’s skull was a collapsed mess, like a rotten pumpkin crushed beneath a heel.

[Well. That was... Artistic. Those guys must be proud.]

The last man stood frozen, trembling, his rusty spade held in shaky hands like a feeble shield against the nightmare in front of him.

Lucius turned slowly, eyes like burning coal. His chest heaved with every breath, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap.

He walked.

The man backed away, stumbling over a loose root, his feet tangling before he fell flat onto his back. His breath came in frantic gasps.

"Please— PLEASE— Don’t kill me—!"

Lucius stopped just inches before him. His shadow swallowed the man whole. His eyes never left his target. His jaw clenched. His fists were dripping red.

But he didn’t strike.

Not yet.

[Awww! Keeping one alive? How thoughtful.]

The system’s voice sounded like a taunt.

[We love a man who asks questions before carving someone open.]

But Luicus completely ignored the rantings in his head. He crouched beside the last man, his presence overwhelming.

He leaned in, close enough that the man could feel the heat radiating from his body, the raw bloodlust that clung to him.

"Dig," His voice, when it came, was a whisper—low, deadly, with a slow rhythm that spoke of violence held back by sheer will.

The man’s eyes darted up to meet him.

Lucius stood, towering above him, chest rising and falling like the tides of some monstrous beast. The air between them was thick, heavy, and charged with anticipation.

A dark, suffocating silence stretched out, a taut wire ready to snap. Then Lucius turned his head, his gaze drifting toward the half-dug pit.

The one they had intended for him.

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pointed to it, his blood-slicked hand gleaming in the dull light.

The man blinked, confusion and terror battling in his eyes, "W... What?"

Lucius stepped closer. His voice was low, but deadly calm.

"Pick. Up. The shovel. And dig."

The system’s voice echoed inside Lucius’s head, sardonic and amused.

[Oooh... we are doing poetic irony now. I love character growth.]

The man scrambled to his feet, nearly slipping in blood and mud. He picked up the shovel with shaking hands.

Lucius sat down on a nearby rock, watching him like a hawk, "Make it deep," he said flatly.

The man started digging. Each thud of the shovel against dirt was like a heartbeat in the silence.

[So... what’s the plan, prety master? Bury him alive? Or just let him realize halfway through he’s digging his own grave? Either way, very cruel of you.]

Lucius said nothing. His eyes were hollow. There was blood drying on his face, his jaw clenched like stone.

The man kept glancing back as he worked, but Lucius never moved.

Every time he slowed, Lucius would just say softly, "Keep digging."

And he would.

For an hour.

Then two.

Until the hole was waist deep.

The man was drenched in sweat, his breath ragged, "I I-I-Please— I can’t anymore... I am done, I swear..." he panted.

Lucius stood.

He walked toward the edge of the pit and looked down.

"This is good," Luicus spoke.

Hearing him, the man finally could not hold any longer and broke into sobs, falling to his knees.

Lucius didn’t flinch.

The system’s voice snaked through the silence.

[Well, well. This is the most messed-up motivational speech ever... But I like it. You are not a bad choice after all]

Now that the pit was finally done, Lucius slowly climbed in with him.

The man flinched.

Lucius knelt beside him, leaned in, and whispered in his ear, "Have you ever thought what it’s like to lie in a grave? Dirt is falling in. Your lungs are filling. No air. Just earth pressing in from all sides?"

The man whimpered.

Lucius stood again and offered him the shovel, "Now bury them," he said, pointing at the corpses near to the hole.

"W- What?"

"I said bury them. One by one. Every last one of them."

[Wow. You are really working through some trauma, huh? Proud of you.]

Lucius wiped blood from his eyes and cracked his neck.

When the man hesitated, Lucius leaned close one last time, his voice made of ice, "Move fast... Or You will be the first one to be buried"

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