Rewriting the Apocalypse

3_Letters

I opened the book. "Hey, book! Give me Guan Xiaotong's number." I demanded.

"0X-8XX-980X-X097. Restriction: You can only call after torturing everyone in the mansion."

"Hey, you seem more eager to torture them than me! And I didn't know information came with restrictions!"

"This is the system. You must follow the rules."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Ling Song sighed and left the room. Within an hour, everyone in the mansion, even the servants and gardeners, had collapsed. He tortured them with continuous electric shocks, making them tremble even after losing consciousness.

"Is this enough?" he asked the book, looking at his uncle's family on the ground, bubbles foaming at their mouths.

"Perfect job. The player has completed the mission. The restriction is lifted. You can now call Guan Xiaotong."

I walked over to my uncle, grabbed the phone from his jacket, and dialed the number. Someone answered immediately.

"What do you want, you bastard? I told you not to call again." a hateful voice snarled.

"Sorry to disturb you. I'm not that shitty man, thanks to your luck. Are you Guan Xiaotong?"

"...I am. Who's this?"

I explained everything, saying I wanted to see him, all while stepping on my uncle's face. I even took a picture and sent it to him.

"I want you to get rid of these people. This mansion is mine. They've stained my family's honor. And you wouldn't mind if you find them bald, right?" I knelt and, with my electricity, burned their hair, leaving them practically bald. They looked horrendous. I did this to everyone in the mansion. I had all the time I wanted, and I took everything I could resell. People working in a royal family's mansion were sure to have good quality items. These damned people, using my money as they pleased.

Hours later, military vehicles arrived and took everyone away. No one asked why they were bald or in their underwear. Everything was mine now anyway and, most importantly, no one protested; they were all unconscious. I waved to the military with a grin. Finally! They were gone. Then I saw a man walking toward me. He knelt and placed his hands on my shoulders. "I'm proud of you, little Song. I couldn't do much; your uncle forbade me from seeing you. I didn't know you lived such a hellish life here. I'll make sure to torture them the way your mother would have." I chuckled as he patted my head. "If you need help, don't hesitate to call. Now that you're alone, don't you want me to find people to help you?"

"No thank you, Uncle Guan. I'll find them myself. I'll come back to see my uncle sometimes to finish what I started. Unfortunately, they collapsed too soon for me to enjoy it as much as I wanted." I grinned.

"I won't ask how you did it, but you did a good job. Come see me and my wife. Our son will be pleased to meet you, even though he's much younger than you."

"I can't promise that. I have a lot to do. But I'll remember your words." I was happy I found him. He seemed nice. The military helped many after the apocalypse, but some higher-ranking commanders didn't care about us. Maybe I should have this man on my team. Since he was my father's best friend, he must be a good man.

"Uncle Guan Xiaotong, I'm the son of your dearest friend. In a year, I'll ask you to leave your duty and bring your family to my mansion." I looked him in the eyes.

"Why?"

"Because people can't be trusted, even if their duty is helping others. And since it's you, you'll be tasked with protecting those I choose to protect."