Journeying Through the Multiverse

Hi, how are you? Let me introduce myself: my name is Ethan Vahlor, a 30-year-old young man who quickly became a successful lawyer. I lived in the States for the rest of my life. I've led a normal life, being an ordinary person... At least that's what I think.

Many would say otherwise, I've always been quite strange to others in society. I mean, a lot of people have called me a psychopath since I was a kid, like, 13 years old, for killing my own uncle and smiling like I'd seen a piece of art...

I mean, he was an asshole. He was my mother's younger sister's husband and tried to rape her. I did what I had to do, but apparently neither my mother nor my aunt thought so.

They got mad at me, why do you ask? My mother apparently had Stockholm syndrome, as did my aunt, and she was in love with her own sister's husband, so she wanted that and it wasn't the first time it happened.

That's how the abuse started in my childhood: they beat me up, put out cigarettes on my skin, didn't allow me to sleep in a bed or have a decent meal. I had no one to help me, and my father just didn't care about me. Actually, he knew everything that was going on, but he chose to ignore and focus his attention on my aunt, who had lost her husband.

I think he had a crush on my aunt, but he was a coward to do something with his uncle around. He allowed my uncle to sexually abuse my mother, also his wife, in front of him and did nothing.

Well, that abuse was until I ran away, what happened was a cliché of a rich couple seeing me on the street and adopting me. In the meantime, I don't need to go into details, do I?

Did I tell the couple about my past? Of course not, I wanted to avenge myself by my own hands, leading me only to tell that my parents passed away and I became an orphan and decided to go to law school. It's interesting that they never sought to know about my past beyond that time, nor cared to find out.

Apparently, to them, I was just a scared, hungry, naive child. But I knew I could trust them. I've always had this gift: to feel when someone's being mean to me or not.

Well, the years went by, and I spent all this time studying, all with one goal: revenge. Oh, did I mention I'm also an otaku and gamer? When I discovered the games, the animations, the novels and the manga, it was as if I had found a whole new world. It was endless fun, something that filled a void I didn't even know existed.

Oops, looks like I'm getting off on it, huh? I'm sorry, back to the point.

Even I was surprised at the intensity of my desire for revenge. I've never been very sentimental, but I think I really loved my mother. On second thought, I was pretty naive back then, wasn't I? I can't help laughing right now, remembering my innocence back then.

Well, ignoring what I'm feeling right now and focusing on my story, I imagine you're quite curious... I graduated from law school at 22. I've always been a smart boy, way above average.

Why did I choose to study law? Isn't it obvious? Let me give you a hint: if you have knowledge of the laws, know how to exploit their gaps and count on a lot of money, in a world ruled by rules and financial power, you can do anything.

Did I mention that my foster mother passed away when I was 21? Well, apparently, she killed herself. The reason? None whatsoever. I just made it look like that. After all, her husband, my foster father, had already passed away when I turned 18. On second thought, she had a reason to quit, don't you think? It must have been really convincing. Or so I imagine.

They were both killed by me. I needed that inheritance, and they didn't want to give me a lot of money, using excuses like 'you're too young' or 'you need to earn your own money'. Not that they were totally wrong, but I still needed that money.

As a master of laws, with my above-average intelligence, my money and influence, plus a promising career as a genius lawyer with more than three years of experience — which, to some, might seem like little, but in my case it was enough — I took my first big step towards revenge against my biological family. And what was that step? I hired a private detective to locate my family. I didn't know if they still lived in the same house, so I had someone track them down and find out where they were.

You had to see my surprised face when I located them, it was priceless.

Could you imagine that I had a younger sister? Well, if they did, my sincere congratulations, because I did not succeed. How could I think that they would want to have another nuisance, as I went into their life? That was not even my biggest surprise, my biggest surprise is that she was raised better than me, even though she knew the whole situation of the pair of sisters being two masochists.

Apparently, my mother was already pregnant with my uncle when I left, so that makes her 12 years old, almost my age at the time. But seriously, until now I am shocked when I think about it, she, even knowing all this, did not suffer at all from what I suffered? Is it because she's a girl, they're wanting to put her in this Stockholm Syndrome world too?

My father apparently decided to follow the same path as my uncle, sexually abusing my aunt and mother, and consequently my younger sister discovered she must be being brainwashed. I can understand what must have happened, after I Killed My uncle, my father was the only man in the house... the only reason he didn't do anything before was because he was afraid of me before. 

I have to admit, what a perverted family I have, it makes sense for me to be one. Better for me, I can start with her, my dear little sister. I will make her my pet.

Did I mention I became a serial killer? Seriously, I even got a funny nickname…

During this time, I got good at turning women into pets, creating emotional dependencies on them... and then killing them.

Oops, am I changing the subject again? Sorry, I need to work on that habit. But anyway, continuing…

I did exactly what I had planned: I spent weeks watching my sister. I wanted to know everything — what she does, where she walks, her complete routine. In that time, I ended up 'coincidentally' meeting her several times, becoming that cool uncle who appears out of nowhere. Interestingly, she had no idea that she had a brother.

Well, let's skip the tedious part, where I gradually turned her into my little pet. The decisive moment was when I told who I really was, what happened to me and all the horror I lived. And, as expected, she agreed to help me get revenge.

With her help, everything became much easier. She was the one who got the evidence I needed. My father, drunk, blurted out mockery about me and ended up telling my sister everything that happened to me. The detail is that, at that moment, my sister — or as I like to call her, my pet-was recording everything. That recording was crucial in sending him straight to jail.

Why didn't I kill him? Simple: I don't want to get my hands dirty with a pig like him. Besides, the prison I sent him to is known for housing the worst of the worst. He will definitely suffer a lot there. My father is the type who fears the strong and oppresses the weak-a coward, basically. And in that jail, the cowards are the first to fall.

Someone like him doesn't last long in that place.

As for the rest of my family? My aunt and mother eventually found out about me. Well, to be honest, it was kind of on purpose. I told my sister to' blurt out ' my name around them. Their reaction? They tried to frame me for pedophilia, incest, rape and an endless list of other charges.

Of course it came to nothing. Even though, ironically, they were right... but they didn't even know they were. As part of the plan, they tried to brainwash my sister by repeating that I was a bad man who did wrong things and insisting that she testify against me, saying that I had sexually abused her.

 As expected, it did not work out. My sister, whom they do not even imagine to be a real victim of these crimes, remained silent until the very end. She was already completely dependent on me, both physically and psychologically.

It's funny, they have no idea how right they were, even if their goals are just to frame me. In the end, I made them my pets, I must admit that it was quite complicated, but I managed in the end.

It ended up giving a shit, someone found out I was having sex with my own biological family. Now that I'm thinking about it, it must have been when I went to the hospital with my sister, causing me to be discovered that I had sex with my own underage sister.

Oh, my dear mother and aunt... I almost forgot about them. Both ended up killed by me, and their remains served as food for my dogs, years later. In the end, it was just me and my sister — or rather, my pet.

But since everything has a price, I was eventually captured and taken into custody. That's when they discovered not only my murders, but also my identity as a serial killer.

I was tried and sentenced to death. But, to be honest, I didn't mind. I got what I wanted most: revenge. That's exactly why I ended up being captured. Boredom and apathy took over, leaving me negligent enough to get caught.

And so, I passed away at the age of 30. In the end, just an ordinary man who led a far from ordinary life.

You may be asking yourself: How am I here, introducing myself and telling my life story, if I am already dead? Well, the answer is simple: I have no idea either. All I know is that I've been stuck in that void for years... centuries... maybe millennia?

But something tells me that this panel in front of me — which is very reminiscent of the fanfics and games I loved so much in the past — may have the answers to all my questions.

[Welcome. This is the void, where you have spent millions of years adrift. Allow me to introduce: I am the 'system of Eternity'. It is a pleasure to meet you, O chosen one.]

Great. Looks like I just got into some pretty big shit, huh?