The System assigned me a mission: Redeem the psychotic villain. So, I brought him straight to my house. "My kid brother is in sixth grade and, let's just say, going through a phase. Your job is to watch him. If he acts up, you have permission to use force." "Three hundred bucks a day. Room and board included." The future villain, currently just a street thug named Jax, didn't hesitate. He followed me home. But not even twenty-four hours later, he was trying to renegotiate. "You didn't tell me the kid was like that!" "I need a raise!" I nodded furiously, not daring to argue. Because my little demon brother? He's in sixth grade, stands 6'3", and weighs 260 pounds. Oh, and he's trained in MMA, boxing, and wushu... 1 The System told me I had to save Jax. Apparently, a tragic backstory would eventually turn him into a heartless, society-destroying supervillain. I was busy. I had a life. I wasn't interested. So, I said no. But then the System dropped some intel: "Jax is a ruthless psycho. He's domineering, brutal, cunning, and vindictive." "He's bad news now. Imagine what he'll be like when he fully snaps..." Ruthless? Brutal? Cunning? Vindictive? My ears perked up. Is he really that tough? Then dealing with an elementary schooler should be a piece of cake for him, right? Suddenly, saving a villain sounded like a fantastic idea. I needed—desperately needed—a ruthless psycho to handle the monster living in my house. My brother, Leo. At three, he set the living room on fire. At four, he dismantled the structural integrity of the house. At five, he tried to base jump off the roof. At six, he threw firecrackers into a funeral procession... If he goes a day without a beating, he gets itchy. If you take your eyes off him for two seconds, he causes a catastrophe. Last year, at ten years old, he blew up a manhole cover and totaled seven parked cars... Now he's in sixth grade, and the disasters are scaling up. My amateur attempts at discipline were failing. I couldn't stop him from terrorizing the neighborhood. I needed a professional. I needed heavy artillery. I needed someone to beat the humanity back into him. Since Jax was a certified psycho, he seemed like the perfect candidate to humble a rebellious pre-teen. So, without hesitation, I accepted the mission: Save the Tragic Villain. The System then filled me in on the tragedy. Jax’s sister, Lily, was going to be tricked by their mother into being sold to her stepfather’s creditors, shipped off to Southeast Asia, and... well, it ends badly. Lily commits suicide. Jax snaps. He kills his stepfather, hacks up his mother, flees the country, changes his name, and returns as a serial killer hunting down everyone who hurt his sister. Hearing this, my first move was to find Jax and immediately fund Lily’s transfer to an elite, closed-campus boarding school. I made sure the scumbag parents couldn't get within a mile of her. Lily was safe. Jax was suspicious. He cornered me, demanding to know my angle. I burst into tears before I could even speak. "I need you to beat someone up for me!" "Like, beat them within an inch of their life, but don't actually kill them!" I listed Leo’s crimes through my sobs, recounting a decade of chaos. Jax probably just pitied me. When I mentioned $300 a day plus room and board, he nodded immediately. "Done. Beating people is my specialty. I can do 'half-dead'." 2 It was pick-up time at the elementary school. The streets were gridlocked. Jax and I stood in the waiting zone. He watched the sea of yellow school hats, looking bored. Seeing him zoning out, I elbowed him. I needed to prepare him. "Have you ever seen Attack on Titan?" Jax looked at me, confused. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. Thump! Thump! Thump! A deafening, milky voice pierced the air. "Sis! Sis! Siiiis!" The high-pitched screech was like a sonic weapon. I plastered a stiff smile on my face. Jax looked up in shock. Among the swarm of tiny children, a 6'3" behemoth rose like a skyscraper. He was wearing a yellow hat and a red scarf, thundering toward me. Thump! Thump! Thump! "SIIIIIS!!!!!" I took a deep breath, bracing myself. I shouted a warning to Jax. "Squat! Center of gravity forward!" But Jax froze. He stared at the incoming missile, eyes bulging. "That's your brother?" "Primary school?" Yes. That's my brother. Primary school. What's with the look? Who says a sixth grader can't be 6'3" and 260 pounds? Did he eat your rice? Drink your milk? No. I didn't have time to explain because I was already embedded deep into my brother's ample gut, being carried ten yards down the sidewalk. Thankfully, Jax snapped out of it and peeled me off him. Otherwise, I would have been subjected to the "Human Centrifuge" spin cycle again. Once I was safely on the ground, I introduced them. "This is Leo. My biological brother." Then I turned to Leo, putting on my scariest face. "This is Jax. He's here to handle you!" Leo ignored me completely. He grinned at Jax, eyes sparkling with mischief. They stared at each other in silence. Jax: Stone-faced. Leo: Making faces. I stepped back and sized them up. They were about the same height. But Leo was built like a tank. Jax... well... he looked like a twig. "Ahem! Leo! Jax is in charge now! You have to listen to Big Brother Jax!" "He's super mean. If you don't listen, he will hit you!" Leo didn't look scared. He looked thrilled. "Awesome! I like this guy!" "He looks durable!" Excuse me? Without warning, Leo launched himself vertically, executing a body slam directly onto Jax! Me: "Ah!" Passersby: "Ah!" Jax: "Oof..." It's over. It's all over. Jax is going to be crushed on day one. My herniated disc came from exactly this move! I closed my eyes in despair. Can even a villain withstand the Demon Child? But then... Jax stumbled back two steps, planted his feet, and caught him! His face turned beet red, veins popping on his arms. But he didn't drop him. He even hefted Leo up a bit when he started to slide. Terrifying strength! In that moment, I thanked the System. Thank you for this mission. Thank you for letting the villain save me! 3 Our parents died in a car crash when Leo was in first grade. I was still in college, unable to care for him, so Leo went to live with our grandparents. They spoiled him rotten. Grief mixed with generational doting meant Leo got whatever he wanted. Naturally, he turned into a monster. With grandparents as his shield, he terrorized the household. With his size advantage, he became the school bully. In one semester, we were called to the principal's office countless times. He was nearly expelled. If I hadn't fought my grandparents and taken him back, Leo would be in juvie by now. I'm the only one who can somewhat control him. But they say you have to discipline them young. By third grade, I physically couldn't beat him anymore. In fourth grade, he was 5'11". Fifth grade, 6'1". Now? 6'3". The doctor says he's still growing. I stopped growing at 5'3". The envy burns. Now, he's more rebellious than ever. My scolding does nothing. He hangs out with dropouts and street punks. They use him as a tank because he's a minor and can't be easily prosecuted. I tried to stop it, but I can't physically restrain him, and emotionally, he uses our grandparents against me. "I'll kill myself! I'll starve! I'll jump!" Modern kids and their threats. I considered sending him to a boot camp, but I was afraid it would ruin him. Thank god the System sent me a psycho. 4 Leo was salty about failing to crush Jax. On the way home, he kept testing him. Tripping attempts. Surprise tackles. Rear naked chokes. Jax neutralized them all effortlessly. Since our parents died, to protect Leo from bullies, I signed him up for everything: MMA, boxing, Wushu, Taekwondo... The coaches called him a prodigy. They said no normal person could handle him. They quit after two months because they ran out of things to teach him. Really, they were just terrified. Watching the two of them spar in the living room—it was a blur of motion. I thanked the System again. Villain Jax is amazing! Truly amazing! "I am the Golden Leg! He is the Iron Head!" Ya-ho! Ya-ho! Seeing Leo getting reckless, I slumped on the sofa and gave Jax a look: Go ahead. I won't intervene. The living room erupted. "Ah! Not the face! I have Iron Head technique! Hah! Take my Golden Leg!" Jax, cold and ruthless: "Iron Head, huh? Golden Leg, huh?" Being physically dominated for the first time, Leo realized Jax was the real deal. He tried to pull out his phone to call Grandma for backup. I signaled Jax. He understood instantly. The battle for the phone began. It was chaos. Furniture flew. Leo lunged like a hungry tiger. "Avalanche! Mountain Press!" Jax dodged, spun, and countered with a Black Tiger Heart Strike. "Hmph. Child's play." Leo flailed his arms, attempting the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Jax didn't flinch. He used a teleportation step, appeared behind Leo, and delivered a thunderous Buddha's Palm strike directly to Leo's ample buttocks. Jax's internal energy was profound. Leo's sixty-pound ass cheeks rippled in the air. Silence. Then, a roar that shook the foundations. "JAX! I'm gonna kill you!" "Who are you talking to? Say that again?" "I'm your daddy!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Jax snatched the phone and tossed it to me. Then he grabbed Leo by the neck and went to town on his backside. The sound was rhythmic. Pa-pa-pa. Leo, a 260-pound bull, twisted and turned but couldn't escape. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I'd wanted to confiscate that phone for ages. He was addicted to games and weird, greasy short videos. But I couldn't take it by force. Now Jax was here, solving my biggest headache. Phone gone, Leo's eyes turned red. He pointed at me. "Give it back! Grandpa bought that for me! Who are you to take it?" My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes. Biological brother. Biological brother... Then I kicked him in the face. "Brat! You want to die? I'll tear you apart!" I threw my phone and tackled him. Leo, as always, only defended, letting me hit him. But his mouth was still running. "Tyrant! Dictator! Why can you have a phone and I can't? Unfair! I demand rights!" "You bully me! You hired a hitman! I'm telling Grandma!" "Unless you give it back!" I dragged him by the ear. He dragged me toward the door. "Let go! I'm running away! Better to die on the streets than live without a phone! You heartless..." He stopped. Jax was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, face blank. "Go ahead. Try to leave."
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