His Vicious Revenge

[System speaking]

*Mc thinking*

Akira Yuuto was recognized as a genius, yet indolent to those who knew him. Despite having the talent to become anything he wanted to be; he chose to waste his gift and spend his time sleeping, drinking, and partying, and for that, he was said to be a fool.

Currently, the said fool has regained consciousness. Lying on a white sofa, inside what seemed to be an office. Two large glass windows allow in natural light, a large white sofa facing hazel leather chairs, and a wooden coffee table between them. The room was an office combined with a personal bedroom.

When he was finished looking around, he thought back to his life. His family had five members; his parents, two older brothers, and himself. His mother was a world-renowned artist, worlds and emotions seemed to seep through her brush onto the canvas. Most of her paintings were awed at the Louvre Museum in Paris. His father was famous to the world for the way his fingers danced across the piano. His older brothers were eager to follow in their parent's footsteps. 

Akira at a young age had been applauded for his ability to do both but was soon found to lack motivation. Overall, his life was unaccounted for. The only thing that was notable before Akira’s life ended, was that he saved his father's life from a car crash. With this act, his life would not be perceived as meaningless. 

As his thoughts on how his life came to an end he heard; [Welcome Mr. Akira, I am....]

 Akira shifted his head towards where the sound came from but found the room vacant. Until he glanced at a flash of light coming off what he thought to be a wall, Just then noticing the large computer-like screen. Which displayed a hologram of a male body and numbers.

Akira approached the computer and came to a stop in front of it. He stood facing the screen and observed the blinking light on it.

[“Hello Mr. Akira I am Diasuke, welcome to the balance plane”]

His eyebrows raised. An air of questioning clung to the air.

“A what? I am dead so shouldn't I be in some kind of underworld or heaven or even hell? How are you speaking anyway? You're just an oversized computer.”

[“If you would allow me to explain Mr. Akira, I am not a computer but an artificial intelligence created to guard and watch over humanity. As for how I speak, I have a conscience. As for the matter of your death, you are correct that you should be elsewhere but due to orders you were sent here.”]