Chapter 164 — Morality Is Worthless

Brian’s voice was flat, cutting through her condolences.

"What?"

"My family’s location and their identities. Security protocols should have prevented anyone from accessing that information.

Shadow Council is a terrorist organization we’ve been hunting for months. How did they get information that should have been classified at the highest levels?"

Ashley’s expression showed sympathy.

"We’re investigating that specifically. There may have been a security breach or–"

"Or someone from inside gave it to them."

Brian’s cold look made even the S rank officer pause.

"We’ll investigate all possibilities. I understand you’re emotional right now, but making accusations without evidence–"

"Hahahahaha..."

Brian laughed.

It was just a hollow, broken sound that made everyone nearby turn to look.

He reached up and unpinned his SFD badge from his uniform.

Looked at it for a moment, this piece of metal that had defined his identity for fifteen years.

Then threw it at Ashley’s feet.

"I quit."

Complete silence from the gathered officers.

Ashley’s expression hardened.

"I understand why you’re emotional, but doing this is stupid. The SFD is the only organization with the resources and authority to get you justice. Walking away now–"

"You can shove that justice up your ass."

Brian’s voice carried no inflection, just stating fact.

"I gave you fifteen years of my life! I believed in the system and gave it my all! Thought following the rules mattered. And my family died because someone in your fucking organization sold me out!"

He turned away from her.

"Find your own investigators. I’m done with you all!"

Brian walked away without looking back, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

Damian and Ashley locked eyes for a brief moment.

Both recognizing the other as an obstacle. Both understanding they stood on opposite sides of an approaching conflict.

But neither of them spoke as they just acknowledged the reality.

Then Damian turned and followed Brian, leaving Ashley standing in the rain with a badge at her feet and the knowledge that she’d just lost one of her best officers.

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[Private Room - Later That Evening]

Brian sat on the floor of an empty room, his back against the wall, staring at nothing.

Damian entered quietly, closed the door behind him.

Brian didn’t acknowledge his presence.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke.

Then Brian moved, shifting from sitting to kneeling with his head bowed.

"I need your help."

His voice was barely audible.

"Please! I know what you’re building. I know you operate outside the law. I know you do things the system would condemn.

But please... help me get revenge. Help me kill the people responsible. I’ll do anything! Join your organization! Follow your orders! Whatever you need! Just please–"

"Stop."

Damian’s voice was quiet but firm.

He reached down, grabbed Brian’s shoulders, and pulled him to his feet.

"You’re family, Brian. No need for this. No need to kneel or beg or promise servitude."

He smiled slightly, the expression carrying genuine warmth despite everything.

"We’re friends. And I protect my friends."

Damian waved his hand, and objects materialized from his spatial ring, falling to the floor.

Thirty severed hands!

Brian stared at them, recognition dawning slowly.

"Are these...?"

"The people who killed your family. Shadow Council operatives who were celebrating their success. Who were drinking and laughing about how they tortured your parents and brother. Who were bragging about their deed."

Damian’s voice was matter-of-fact.

"They’re all dead now. I made sure of it personally. I killed them all on the same night."

Thud

Brian dropped to his knees again, but not in supplication this time.

Just overcome, unable to process the mixture of grief and gratitude and vindication.

"You... you already..."

"You should rest and recover. We’ll discuss the larger situation later, but for now, just know that the immediate threat has been handled."

Damian turned to leave, giving Brian privacy.

"Wait."

Brian’s voice stopped him.

"Why? Why do this for me? You barely know me. My family was nothing to you. Why risk yourself, why get involved and... why care?"

Damian looked back over his shoulder.

"Because you’re one of the few people who saw what I was becoming and chose to help anyway. Because you protected me when your organization wanted me investigated and controlled. Because you’re genuine in ways most people aren’t."

His crimson eyes met Brian’s.

"And because I understand what it’s like to lose family, to feel powerless and to want vengeance so badly it consumes everything else. I won’t let you face that alone."

He left, closing the door quietly.

Brian remained kneeling surrounded by the severed hands of his family’s killers, his mind trying to process everything.

His organization – the SFD he’d dedicated fifteen years to, the system he’d believed in – had betrayed him. Sold out his family’s location to terrorists for reasons he didn’t yet understand.

And the student his organization had wanted him to investigate, the criminal they’d labeled dangerous and problematic, had given him justice before he even asked for it.

The student his superiors had tried to turn him against had become family when his actual organization proved to be his enemy.

The irony was almost too much to bear.

Brian looked at the severed hands, physical proof that vengeance had been delivered.

Then his expression hardened, something cold and determined settling into features that had always been open and idealistic.

"Power."

His voice was quiet but absolute.

"There is no justice without power. Morality is worthless without the strength to enforce it. The system failed! The rules failed! Everything I believed in failed!"

He stood slowly, his decision made.

"But Damian didn’t fail! He delivered without me even asking and he avenged my family! Not through laws or procedures or official channels.

Just through raw capability and willingness to act. He found out the ones who did it, and killed them all in one go. While the system only gave an order to investigate."

Brian’s hands clenched.

"That’s what matters. That’s the only thing that actually matters."

He looked toward where Damian had left, his eyes carrying determination that bordered on fanaticism.

"I’ll get stronger! I’ll learn from him. I’ll become someone who doesn’t need to rely on corrupt systems or broken institutions. Someone who can protect what matters through personal power rather than bureaucratic authority."

The transformation was beginning.

Brian Oleaf, dedicated SFD officer who’d believed in justice and the rule of law, had died the moment he walked into his house and saw his family’s bodies.

What remained was someone harder and colder. Someone more willing to cross lines.

Someone who would fit perfectly into Damian’s world.

The rain continued falling outside, washing the city clean of one day’s sins while tomorrow’s were already being planned.

And somewhere in the shadows, members of Shadow Council who’d escaped the initial purge were about to learn that killing Brian’s family hadn’t eliminated a threat.

It had created one far worse.