In a village on the outskirts of town, a boy in his teens was seen walking towards his house. She looked very cute, with her pure white skin, short pink hair, and also her body which was only one hundred fifty meters.

His appearance attracts the affection and attention of those who see him.

"Hello, good afternoon, Damien."

"Hi."

"Did you just come home from school?"

"Yes."

"Here's Damien, here's a little snack for you."

"Thank you."

With a soft and sweet smile, the boy answered every call from the people he passed.

On his way home, Damien noticed an old woman having trouble carrying a heavy box. With a well-intentioned heart, Damien approached the old Lady.

" Do you want me to help?"

“Damien!” The old woman exclaimed with pleasure seeing Damien. "Thank you for helping this old granny."

"It doesn't matter." Damien said as he took the box from the old woman's hand.

They then walked in the same direction, because they were neighbors. On their way, the old woman struck up a conversation.

"My grandson used to be as good as you." Said the old woman with a tone and sad face. "If only the forbidden drug wasn't in circulation, maybe you two could become close friends."

Once this grandmother's grandson was a very good child. He is a loving child who respects his parents. But ever since he took the drug, he became addicted and now can only force his grandmother to give him money so he can buy the drug.

"I'm sure in the future your grandson will recover, grandma." Damien said in a sad tone, but not in his heart.

"Hopefully so." The grandmother said before continuing the conversation by changing the topic. "Are your parents not home this time too."

"Yes. They're busy working.”

"Instead of just working, they should pay more attention to a good child like you."

“Hahaha…” Damian laughed weakly.

“Damian you have to remember this, don't ever try that forbidden drug once in a while! Once you try, you can never come back.”

"Fine, I'll remember your advice."

Finally they arrived in front of the grandmother's house. Damien then returned the cardboard.

"Thank you Damien."

"Yes you're welcome."

Damien he stood watching the old lady enter her house. When the old woman just stepped inside, a scream full of despair and anger was heard.

"Grandma!! Give me money!! Fast! Hurry up! I need to buy that medicine, without that medicine I can't live!! Quickly give me money!!!”

Damien ignored that, he just walked to his house which was across from the Old Lady's house. After entering the house, Damien took out a cigarette from his pocket and casually lit it.

“Phewh… ” He exhaled a breath full of smoke. "Finally I can relax."

Damien, age fifteen, and his job is a drug dealer.

At the age of six, Damien was fostered by his parents. The reason is because Demien is already six years old, his parents no longer receive subsidies from the government anymore, in other words Damien is no longer useful and deserves to be thrown away. Damien's parents were absolute trash.

Damien who had just been banished was starving, but he didn't know how to get food. It was then that a drug dealer approached him and offered him a job as a courier. The starving Damien naturally accepted that.

Damien has been a courier for three years. During the process, of course, he was arrested by the police, but he was easily released on the grounds that he was young and did not know anything. So you could say his job as a courier was very smooth.

At the age of nine, Damien knew what he was putting out. But he didn't care, all he cared about was how to survive. Precisely at this age he changed from a courier to a seller.

As Damien's salesman is such a success, no cops catch him. Day after day, the number of customers continues to increase. But many of his rivals who are also drug dealers are jealous of his success, making them decide to go against Damien. Too bad, their efforts were in vain, Damien managed to escape every attack they fired.

At the age of twelve, because of his success, Damien was eyed by a mafia organization which was the source of illegal drugs. After that Damien was made one of them, and he was given the position as the leader of the drug dealers in the town where he lived.

As the leader of the drug dealer Damien was a huge success. It could be seen that when he was fifteen years old, he managed to make more than forty percent of the population in the city become drug addicts.

“Sorry old lady, I'm not as good a kid as you think. Precisely I am a bad child who made your grandson become addicted.” Damien said with a smirk on his face.

And for what people were talking to Damien about school and parents, of course Damien wasn't having that.

Instead of going home from school, more precisely he came home after working as a drug dealer leader. The old man that people were talking about, was actually just a person from the mafia organization who visited Damien for just undercover.

Suddenly Daamien felt the cell phone in his pocket vibrate, indicating an incoming call.

"Hello." Damien said after receiving the incoming call.

"Damien, a Special Agent is now after you." Said the person calling Damien.

"What?!!" Damien shouted filled with shock.

If Damien was now caught by the police, then his sentence would definitely be greatly reduced since he was still only fifteen. But that only applies to cops, not to Special Agents. The Special Agents will quietly disappear from the face of the earth, not through the law.

“Relax, you are the child that the boss likes. How could I not, in just three years you can make more than forty percent of the city's population addicted to the latest drug. This is an extraordinary feat, especially for you who are only a dozen years old.”

"Thank you for the compliment."

“Boss has already prepared a residence for you in another country. We'll come pick you up in a few hours. Until then, you must remain careful.”

"Thank you for your kindness."

Closing the conversation, Damien took out the revolver he had hidden under his black jacket. It was a silver revolver nine inches long. After checking that it was still loaded with six bullets, Damien just held it without hiding it anymore.

"I always have to be ready, after all I don't know when the Special Agent will come."

*DING DONG* The sound of Damien's doorbell rang, a sign that someone was pressing it. "Package."