Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Chapter 80 Execution Plan – The Game

"Come on, I broke mine without wasting a second!" Hendricks sneered, twirling the blood-stained rod in his hand.

"ARRCCCCHKKK!!!"

A sickening crack rang out, again and again, each strike more brutal than the last. The young assistant's body contorted under the repeated blows, his natural posture—a stance his friends had once admired—was now a grotesque parody of itself. He stood limping, hunched, and trembling. His shoulders were dislocated, his arm dangled uselessly at his side, and his legs were twisted beyond recognition.

His bones jutted out in horrifying angles, exposed through torn flesh and muscle.

He looked dead, yet cursed to remain alive, his breaths shallow, uneven.

"P-please..." the assistant croaked, blood bubbling from his lips. His hands clutched weakly at the cold metal railing, knuckles white from the strain. He had done everything he could—everything within his limited power—but the metal bar didn't budge, didn't even tremble. The cruel reality of his situation settled over him like a shroud of despair. Death was certain now.

But he thought of Cassie—his young daughter, the light of his life, the reason for all his struggles. Her innocent smile flashed in his mind, and his heart broke. She would be alone.

He had taken this job, endured sleepless nights and endless shifts, to provide for her, to give her a chance in this brutal world. The bills were finally being paid, her future was just beginning to look secure, and now... Now, this.

The rage inside him built to a boiling point, overtaking his fear, overwhelming his pain.

'Why is life so unfair?!'

He gritted his teeth, his vision blurring as blood trickled down his face from a wound on his temple. His gaze swept across the room, locking onto the other board members. Not a single one had moved. They all sat there, silent, tense, watching his suffering unfold.

'This Board! They say they protect us, but none of them will lift a finger for me! They're all watching like vultures waiting for me to die!'

Another brutal strike from Hendricks tore through his back, ripping a raw scream from his throat. The assistant's hands slid off the railing, his mind snapping under the pressure. He couldn't take it anymore.

With a guttural roar, he launched himself at Hendricks, pure desperation driving his every move. His arms flailed wildly, aiming for any weak spot he could find. But he was too slow, too broken.

Hendricks sneered, his reflexes far superior. The assistant's body froze mid-lunge as Hendricks swung the rod in a smooth, calculated motion. The assistant gasped as the rod pierced his gut, tearing through flesh and muscle, emerging from the other side with a sickening squelch.

The assistant's eyes widened, the shock robbing him of breath. He staggered backward, the rod still impaled through his midsection, hands instinctively reaching to pull it out, but there was no strength left in him. His legs buckled, and he collapsed—but before he hit the cold ground, another pair of hands caught him.

Roman knelt beside his assistant, his face a mask of horror and guilt. He laid the young man gently on the floor, his trembling hands brushing the blood-soaked hair from the assistant's face.

"I'm so sorry, Ray," Roman whispered, his voice barely audible, thick with grief.

Ray, lying in Roman's arms, smiled faintly through the haze of pain. Despite everything, at least someone cared. Someone was there with him in his final moments.

It was a small comfort, but it was enough.

"Damn!" Roman hissed, clenching his teeth as he pressed down on the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. But it was hopeless, the blood poured through his fingers like water. "I'm sorry, Ray… I'm so sorry."

"Now that's perfect," Hendricks said with a satisfied grin, strolling casually toward them. "Roman, pull out the rod and bash his face in until he's dead. That's an order."

Roman's heart skipped a beat. He looked up, eyes wide with disbelief. "What?! No... No, I can't... I'm not going to do that!"

The room grew eerily silent, every board member frozen in their seats, eyes darting between Roman and Hendricks. This was no longer just brutality. This was... something darker. Something beyond reason.

Hendricks' face twisted into a sneer. "I don't care what you think you can or can't do. If you don't follow my orders, I'll make sure your family suffers for it. I'll make you watch while I tear them apart, piece by piece, and force you to devour their flesh."

Roman's breath hitched, his vision swimming as a wave of terror washed over him. He glanced down at Ray, his mind racing for any solution, any way out. But there was none. Even with all his intelligence, all his resources—he was helpless. Hendricks had backed him into a corner, and there was no escaping this.

With shaking hands, Roman grabbed the metal rod protruding from Ray's abdomen. "I'm sorry," he whispered, tears streaming down his face as he pulled the rod free. Ray screamed, his body convulsing in agony as the metal tore through him again.

Roman's heart shattered.

This was wrong. Every part of him screamed that this was wrong, but there was nothing else he could do.

"I'm so sorry..." Roman raised the rod above his head, his vision blurring with tears. "Please forgive me, Ray..."

With a sickening thud, the rod crashed down onto Ray's face, shattering bone and cartilage. Roman squeezed his eyes shut, unable to watch as he brought the rod down again. And again. Each blow was more brutal than the last, each one more dehumanizing, each one stealing more of Roman's soul.

The blood splattered across his face, drenching his clothes, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. The room echoed with the sickening sounds of flesh and bone being pulverized, and Hendricks' laughter filled the air, a twisted symphony to the violence.

"Hahahaha!" Hendricks cackled, his voice rising in pitch. "Look at you, Roman! You've become a killer! A murderer! Just like me!"

Roman's hands trembled, blood-soaked and aching, but he kept swinging. Tears streamed freely from his eyes, mixing with the blood on his cheeks. His vision blurred with grief, rage, and guilt.

He had killed Ray. His assistant. His friend.

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"I'm sorry," Roman choked out between sobs, his voice barely audible over the sickening thud of metal against flesh. "I'm so, so sorry..."

With one final swing, Ray's face was unrecognizable, a grotesque mess of blood, bone, and tissue.

Roman let the rod fall from his hands, collapsing to his knees beside Ray's body. He covered his face with his hands, his whole body shaking as the weight of what he had done crashed down on him.

"I... I killed him," Roman whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. "I killed him..."

Hendricks grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well done, Roman. You've earned your place among us."

But Roman felt nothing. No sense of achievement, no relief. Just an overwhelming, crushing guilt that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He had become a murderer.

And there was no going back.

***Author's note***

Last chapter for today. I'm havinga serious Head ache, see ya all tomorrow. I think I'll do a month end mass release because we just passed the first halve of season 2.