Human Binary: The Unrivalled King of Technology

10 years later.

"Waiter! Give me two of your expensive wines!' A voice shouted happily. 

" Thank you, boss. I know you won't treat us badly." A young man named Web shouted with a smile.

"Yeah, the boss is the best boss in Vulture City." Mirab, an average-looking girl, hugs the right arm of their boss.

"I know it won't be long before my boss forms his gang. Then, everyone will know how awesome our boss is." Web added.

The boss had a wide smile all over his face. Pleased with the praises. He took a sip from his wine, hugging the lady beside him with his hand pressing on her boobs.

However, the lady smiled coyly, ignoring what the boss did to her.

A few minutes later. A fragile lady brought two wines to the boss table with a heavenly smile on her beautiful cherry lips. Though she was malnourished, her beauty could not be hidden.

"Please enjoy your night," the waitress said.

"Thank you, I will surely enjoy myself. What's life if I can enjoy myself? I live to enjoy myself. I don't mind if you join us." The Boss replied.

"Our boss is just too kind," Mirab announced.

"Thank you, but I will pass," The waitress replied, leaving their table.

The group laughed, not caring about the waitress. 

"Boss, do you like the waitress?" Mirab asked, looking at the Boss.

"No. No. I just like her behavior. She treats everyone fairly and doesn't look down on people." The Boss answered.

"Yeah, Boss's right. She's a nice lady, though, this is Vulture City. No one cares about manners." Web added.

"Forget. Let's enjoy it."

******* 

Outside the restaurant. The night sky darkened without the glints of stars. Most people would have slept but not in this area. The group of three talked and laughed without caring about the people staring at them.

"Isn't that the Fat boss."

"Yeah. Him and his group are regular customers around here."

"He would have squandered all his money again"

"Yeah, because he is like a prodigal son, that's why you see a lot of people around his lump of flesh. Too Ugly."

The people gossip. However, Boss and his crew turned a blank eye to them.

Suddenly, three men walked to the group. The life-like tattoo on their neck made them intimidating. The surrounding quieted, people held their breaths, waiting for what to unfold.

"You, where is our money?" A sonorous voice asked.

En!

Boss fatty and his crew stopped. While the boss began to sweat. His pupils dilated… He opened his mouth, but the word won't come out.  Seeing this, Mirab and Web looked at each other.

"Boss, we will be going. Tomorrow we will meet." They shouted scurrying away.

'You….! Don't let me see you again asshole!' Boss fatty thought.

He removed his Origin bracelet and threw it to the three men. Without waiting for what happened. He carried his ton of flesh and escaped.

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In the northern part of Thango, inside the city of Vulture. In a desolate area, in the middle of the night, a young man was running with a lot of excess fat all over his body. He's the combination of three healthy young men. Every part of his body bounced as he was running, breathing erratically.

Humph! Humph! Humph!

He was sweating profusely, every step he took shook the ground. However, he kept on running with great difficulty. He looked back into the darkness every second.

Reaching a junkyard, the young man was frustrated, there was nowhere to go unless he could climb the 10 meters heaps of junk. However, with the kind of body he had, climbing the junks would be like climbing mountain Everest.

The young fat man shook his head, rejecting the idea of climbing the junks. Turning back, he was accosted with three men, looking at him in disdain.

Seeing the three men, the young fatty took a step back, shivering.

"I, I, I" the fatty stuttered.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" roared the middle man

The fatty quickly sealed his lips with his left hand, trembling. Sweats were dripping from his forehead.

"You borrowed money from us, but you are unable to pay us back. Do you think running from us is possible? Hmm." The middle man snorted.

The fatty kept quiet, he was muttering in a low voice, praying to God to save him.

'I promised to turn a new life if you can save me from this predicament

Though he never believed in God, he was just trying his luck.

"You knew what will happen when you did not pay our money back"

The man by the left pulls out a dagger under his cloth. He walked toward the fatty, looking at him like a deadman.

The fatty quickly took a step back, crushing some junk under his foot. However, he had reached the dead-end, knowing his end had come.

The man curled his lips upward a bit, smiling like a devil.

He swings the dagger, cutting the chest of the fatty.

Ah!!

The fatty cried in agony, he staggered back, the pain he was feeling was too much, tears dropped from his eyes.

Blood gushed out of the wound nonstop. The man grinned, cutting the fatty in his abdomen again.

Ah!!!

The fatty could not withstand the pain. He fell on his butt, holding his chest and abdomen, wriggling in misery.

"Finish him," the middleman said with no hunch of pity.

The man holding the dagger nodded, taking a step forward. Suddenly, thunder roared throughout the sky, shaking the ground vehemently.

The three men trembled, they panicked. They looked up to the night. Immediately, another thunder roared again, with lightning sparking throughout the sky.

The three men looked at each other, seeing the weariness on each face. They turned to look at the fatty that was barely conscious.

The three men looked into each other's eyes and nodded. The man holding the dagger turned to face the fatty when lightning struck the heaps of junk. Sending the junk, flying everywhere.

It scared the three men silly. The middle man quickly turned and ran away from the junk site, not waiting for his fellow men.

Seeing this, the second man did not dillydally. He quickly rushed after the first man in panic.

The last man took a quick look at the fatty, seeing that he was almost buried under the junk. He stumped his foot on the ground and ran off.

'You're lucky for having a painless death, ' he thought.

Noticing that he was near his death, the fatty murmured.

"Father.... Mother. I'm sorry for being.... a useless.... son....."