CHAPTER 1 : THE BEGINNING

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On a large balcony, a man stood gazing out at the vast landscape that stretched before his eyes. He wore black trousers, black shoes, and a tank top, revealing a massive tattoo on his back adorned with scars. His face remained hidden in the darkness, blending with the predominantly black decor of the room. Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, and a man entered, announcing:

“Sir, all the plans are ready.”

The man turned slowly. Though the light barely illuminated his features, his sharp jawline caught the faint glow from outside. Despite the darkness, his cold eyes pierced through the gloom, eyes that held secrets and pain unknown to anyone. What had those eyes witnessed to make them so unyielding? What thoughts lurked behind them?

With deliberate movements, he reached for his suit, his subordinate handing him a pair of glasses before quietly exiting the room.

As he descended the stairs, his hands clad in black gloves, he moved slowly, savoring the sight before him. Below, an entire family knelt, surrounded by armed men aiming their guns at them. Shock and fear painted their faces, especially that of one kneeling man who, desperate to confirm the reality before him, reached out as if to touch Zane. But Zane merely walked past him, ignoring the outstretched hand. The kneeling man whispered, “Zane,” and Zane turned, his eyes cold and piercing.

“What right do you have to speak my name, huh, Copper?” Zane said, his voice dripping with venom. He grabbed Copper’s collar aggressively and shoved him away.

Zane then looked at his men, who immediately understood his silent command. They began chaining Copper’s family. Without another glance at Copper, Zane walked out of the grand house, where several black cars awaited—one sports car and three Jeep Wranglers. He got into the sports car, and even as he sat inside, he could hear Copper calling his name. But Zane no longer cared.

He pulled out a photo, one of him with his beloved grandmother, and whispered, “Lola, I’m sorry. You’re probably angry at what I’m doing, but they deserve everything I’m doing to them. I’m just giving back what they did to us.”

His eyes reddened with unshed tears as he spoke, and dark veins began to surface on his neck. One of his men quickly injected him with a drug, causing the blackness to recede slowly. The convoy of cars drove away from the scene, and as they left, the house behind them was engulfed in flames.

As they exited Copper’s neighborhood, Zane’s convoy passed fire trucks racing toward the burning house. Zane had instructed his men to call the fire department because he knew that letting Copper’s family die easily would undermine all his efforts. Zane’s vengeance against Copper’s family wouldn’t end so simply.

While firefighters extinguished the flames, Copper’s family stood outside, safe but shaken. Copper, still in shock from what he had seen, finally spoke, his voice trembling with rage and despair.

“This is all your fault,” Copper said, his voice rising. “If you hadn’t been so greedy, none of this would have happened. We need to be ready for what Zane will do next.”

He sat down heavily, pulling out a necklace and clutching it tightly. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, “Thank God you’re alive, Zane.”

**Before 7 Years**

In a bustling gathering in the heart of a squatter area, where the less fortunate resided, people gathered to celebrate. Amidst the joyous atmosphere, a young man sprinted eagerly upon spotting his grandmother serving plates to the guests. With pride, she boasted about her grandson, Zane, who had recently gained admission to one of Thailand's most prestigious schools—an achievement that defied their humble circumstances and resonated throughout the community. As the crowd caught sight of him, they joyfully called out his name, Zane, and he graciously thanked them all, quickly grasping his grandmother's hand and proudly displaying the numerous awards he had received.

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