False Villain : Anunnaki System vs Demon Contract-Chapter 43 - 040. System Users of Donggala.

It was a sunny afternoon in Donggala and nearby areas. If only everyone didn’t make a mess everywhere, it would have been a perfect day.

Under one of the shady trees, Johan stood looking out over the ocean.

Beside him, Jessica who was wearing a hood that covered her entire body was also standing while holding Johan’s shirt.

Right behind him, Nabil, who had no choice, stood awkwardly.

"Tell me, Nabil. The life you are living now.... does it feel fair?" Asked Johan who opened the conversation casually.

At the moment he heard that short question, Nabil’s head was immediately filled with memories of the daily life he experienced after his family changed.

All these events seemed to give an uncomfortable bitter taste to him.

Nabil bowed his head and looked away from Johan. "Life is not fair. Why complain now?"

"That man named Gilgamesh promised us the throne of a new minor god. Do you think that’s all he wants?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Nabil did not answer Johan’s question. He just stay silent and not speak a single word.

"I think it’s more than that, the power of the system we have now is not just a power, but the ability to change the world," Johan continued with confidence.

"What do you mean?" replied Nabil whose attention was slowly drawn to the blond-haired white man.

"It’s all about world revolution. There will be two class that will divide humanity."

The direction of the conversation was predictable and Nabil began to feel uneasy about the implications.

"System users who will organize the new world fairly, and also ordinary people who will live to serve the system users."

That statement made Nabil uneasy, because every time he imagined the future Johan was referring to, his mother’s face suddenly appeared in his mind.

"No! I don’t want to! I don’t want my mother to be a slave!" said Nabil, denying the possibility that Johan was referring to.

"Nabil, you don’t understand. How many system users do you think there are in the world?" asked Johan very seriously.

"What do you mean? Of course there are many, they are even broadcasted on TV," replied Nabil with confidence.

"1 in 50."

"Huh?!"

"That’s the approximately the number of existing system users."

"You’re lying! There are actually many system users!"

"It’s true, there are many of them. But relative to the overall population, their number is small."

"What do you mean?"

"If an area has a population of 1000 people. Then there are at least about 20 system users."

"That’s still a few!"

"But the ability of each system user alone can be equivalent to the ability of over 100 military members."

Nabil was surprised and swallowed.

"An ability so powerful that it can create the illusion of their very conspicuous existence. 10 system users running amok would definitely bring the entire city to a standstill."

Nabil was stunned. He realized just how dangerous system users were and swallowed once more.

"But an unorganized group of strong people will only create chaos. I think that’s the point of Gilgamesh’s words. There will only be a few system users worthy of guiding the world. And you, are one of the right candidates for the new world."

Such an impassioned statement from Johan almost shook Nabil, considering this was the first time he felt important.

But once again, he pictured his mother’s face and his mind immediately rejected the idea.

"I can’t," Nabil said, trembling slightly with fear. "I don’t want my mother to be a slave in this new world you speak of."

Although still terrified of the possibility of Johan hurting him, he could not imagine the possibility of his mother becoming a slave.

Johan just stared at Nabil for a few moments so seriously then sighed heavily.

"It seems nothing can change your opinion," Johan said.

"I’m sorry, but I refuse," said Nabil who immediately turned around and walked away with an adrenaline rush that made his whole body tremble.

’He’s gone, what now?’ Jessica asked Johan through her telepathic ability.

"For now, let’s just keep an eye on him. He could be a very valuable asset," Johan replied while looking at Nabil who walked away from his sight.

Nabil continued walking until he reached his house. Inside the simple house, he only saw his mother sitting in the living room with a smile on her face.

His father wasn’t home at the moment, but to be honest, Nabil didn’t really care if his father was home or not.

"Nabil, are you hungry? Do you want to help me cook food for your sister?" asked the woman who had now lost her sense of reality.

Nabil just smiled and walked towards his mother, "Wait here, mom, you don’t have to do anything, I’ll make dinner with my sister, how about it?"

"I Can’t allow it! she has an important practice tomorrow, we shouldn’t burden her."

"Alright, then I’ll do the cooking."

Nabil’s mother’s face immediately frowned, "Nabil, no way! I’m your mother, I’m in charge -"

Nabil suddenly hugged his mother tightly and made his mother surprised.

"What’s wrong, Nabil?" asked his astonished mother.

"Please listen to me, mom," said Nabil in a pleading tone of voice.

Nabil’s mother could only smile while rubbing the young man’s head. "Alright then, I’ll let you cook for dinner this time."

After the hug, Nabil immediately rushed to the kitchen to cook. There was no electricity to power the rice cooker, so he cooked the rice the traditional way.

He cooks the rice using a simple pot that seems to have been used for years.

He used a gas stove to cook the rice and now his worries began to emerge when cooking the rice.

"If the gas is run out, I will have to use an oil stove to cook, or worse, use firewood," Nabil muttered with a heavy sigh.

After the rice had finished cooking, he now took the only food available. A few packets of indomie that his father had looted.

Nabil took another pot to cook 3 packets of indomie and set it on the dining table.

After everything was done, Nabil’s father suddenly came home drunk and carrying several bottles of liquor.

"Hey, Nabil, where’s the food?! Don’t be a disobedient son who can only relax at home!" shouted the drunk man.

Nabil’s worried-looking mother approached her husband. "Honey, you’re drunk again, what if -"

"Shut up! I want to rest!" Nabil’s father shouted and walked to one of the chairs and immediately sat down in a drunken state.

Nabil’s mother seemed to want to cry. "Have I failed as a wife and a mother? What will happen to Nabilah if her father is like this? She has a bright future as a professional doctor."

*Brak!

The door to the house suddenly opened forcefully. A tall man in a leather jacket with a wide grin on his face. Above the man, there were several copper balls floating around.

Unmistakably, the man was definitely a system user.

"Who stole my liquor?! You poor bastard!" shouted the tall man in the leather jacket.