It was a typical day at Monterrey’s metro station, but today felt different.

A young man stepped out of the crowd, his presence quiet but undeniable.

Dressed casually in a T-shirt, cap, and a sling bag, he looked like any other commuter. Yet, the ID clenched tightly in his hand revealed his name: Jack Harris.

“It’s been so many years.”

He walked out of the station, his eyes locked onto the tallest building in Monterrey. 

His gaze, sharp and unyielding, scanned the cityscape as he muttered under his breath, “Monterrey… I’m back.”

The memory hit him like a punch.

'At the Hilton Valley banquet, the Harris family was massacred, but I survived.'

'They thought I was dead after they threw me into the Catarina River.'

Jack’s fists tightened.

His aura darkened, a wave of malice radiating from him as he hissed through clenched teeth, “David Wagner. Steve O’Brien."

"All of you who stood by and let them die."

"You have no idea I’m still alive, do you?”

He let out a quiet laugh, cold and dangerous. “Maybe I should thank you.”

His gaze hardened, his voice a venomous whisper, “This time, I’ll make you all pay. A thousand times over.”

...

Jack released his grip, a cold calm settling over him as he flagged down a cab, heading toward the city center.

But as his anger simmered, a heavy, suffocating pressure descended on the tourists nearby. They froze, struggling to breathe, as though an unseen force was choking them.

The air itself seemed to turn hostile.

If Jack had let his fury rise for just a moment longer, those around him would have been nothing more than collateral damage.

As the cab sped through the streets, memories flooded his mind—each one sharper than the last.

The weight of the past nearly crushed him.

He had been born into power, wealth, a life without want.

People had called him a failure, but he had lived contentedly with his parents, untouched by their cruel words.

Then, at the Hilton Valley assembly, that day… that was when everything changed.

The moment his family was obliterated, his life was rewritten forever.

...

At the Hilton Valley assembly, Jack’s father had been his usual self—charming, lecherous, and confident. No one ever dared refuse him; the Harris family had reigned supreme in Monterrey.

Jack and his mother were numb to his flirtations, knowing well the power he wielded.

But that day… everything changed.

As his father made yet another advance on a woman, he crossed the line. He offended a man—someone who stood above even the Harris family.

The man’s rage erupted.

A slap.

A single, brutal slap that shattered Jack’s father’s arrogance.

And then, with the world watching, the man killed him.

Not a soul moved to stop it.

Not the families who once groveled before the Harris name.

Not his father’s old allies.

Not even his trusted relatives.

Jack knew his father was no saint, but witnessing his murder left him paralyzed. 

Rage overtook him.

He lunged at the man with a knife, desperate to avenge his father’s death.

With a single, effortless motion, the man stopped him—his hand gripping Jack’s throat, eyes cold, voice like ice.

“Monterrey’s Harris family… do you think you matter?"

"Even at the top, you’re nothing. I could snap you like a twig."

"And you… pathetic son of a failure, a worthless nobody.”

The man’s fist crashed into Jack’s stomach. He was flung backward like a ragdoll, barely clinging to life.

Then, a woman rushed to Jack’s side, but before anyone could react, the man took a knife and drove it into her, ending her life in a heartbeat.

The man turned to Jack, his eyes still emotionless.

A swift kick to his stomach sent him flying into the Catarina River, sinking toward death.

'This is it. I’m going to die.'

As he sank into the cold depths, Jack thought it was over.

But death had other plans.

An old man, frail and nearing the end, pulled him from the water.

He took Jack to a hidden land, far from the world.

There, he taught him the forbidden arts of Chymistry, the Solar Void Technique—skills that transformed Jack into something unrecognizable.

For years, Jack’s disappearance remained a mystery.

But now… he was no longer Jack Harris.

He was the Crazed Fiend.

A demon in human form, driven by a singular purpose: Revenge.

...

At the Girasol Company in Monterrey, Jack stood before the building, the slip of paper in his hand matching the logo on the doors.

'I found it.'

His original plan had been clear: head straight to Mexico and hunt down the man from the Hilton Valley. The one he hated most.

Master Steve, Master O’Brien—whatever they called him, Jack would find him and make him pay.

All he knew was that the man came from Mexico, and that was enough.

But the old man—his master—had insisted on a detour.

A trip to Monterrey. 

'Find Teresa Rose, She’s important to me' the old man had said.

The old man had once come here, tangled in a complex past with Teresa’s grandmother.

Jack even suspected Teresa might be his granddaughter.

Few days ago, the old man activated a Future Prophecy Array, revealing a chilling vision: Teresa would face a deadly fate in three months.

Jack’s own fate was bound to the Silent Purple Serpent—unseen, untraceable by even the heavens.

Even fate couldn't predict his moves.

The old man hadn't told him how to stop Teresa's fate—just that Jack was the one who could.

Jack didn’t know what he should do.

But he intended to find out.

...

“Stay right there!” 

A cold voice cut through the air. Two towering, muscular security guards blocked Jack’s path.

Both were at least 190cm, their tanned skin and sharp gazes radiating intimidation, their bulging arms a warning.

Jack raised an eyebrow but didn’t react.

“Good day. I’m looking for Teresa Rose.”

At the mention of her name, one of the guards sneered.

“You want to see President Rose? Got an appointment?”