It should have been a very special day for me and my wife, a day to smile and toast on behalf of our bliss.

A singular date that we can only enjoy once a year. Our wedding anniversary today marked five years since we swore eternal love to each other. As we exchanged golden rings on our fingers at the flowered altar of the church.

I still remember as if it were yesterday, her walking slowly down the red carpet, holding a small bouquet of roses in her delicate hands. Wearing a long traditional white dress, with a small, half-translucent veil that covered almost all of her face, leaving only her gentle smile directed at me.

At that moment I felt my heart soar in a matter of seconds. I suppose everyone could hear the drumming noise coming from my chest, but luckily for me, the pounding caused by my nervousness was swallowed by the sound of the wedding march. But it didn't go unnoticed by the priest who touched my shoulder gently, maybe, he didn't hear it either, like everyone else, it was just his experience in situations like this that spoke louder.

His hands were a little old and wrinkled because of his age, reminding me of my late grandfather.

A good old man who gave me a great childhood on his country ranch, surrounded by nature, docile animals and his beautiful, countless stories about his great adventures. And like any child who flows naivety like the calm waters of a river, I believed his stories without blinking haha. Good times....

Feeling relieved by the good memories, I placed my hand on his and returned the gesture with a calm and serene smile. I took a deep breath to look again at my fiancée Jane who was walking toward me. Not sweating and trembling with nervousness, just smiling. Smiling calmly to pass safety notes, so that she and everyone present could feel my conviction to follow in this event.... 

And for me, it was the best day of my life and consequently, I wished it represented the same for her....

And like the loving and diligent husband that I have become, I made a reservation at the best restaurant in town in advance, as well as bought a nice gift. I left work early and stopped at the flower shop on the way to our house, picked up a nice bouquet of her favorite white roses, and returned to my car to drive as fast as possible within the safe limits; I was very anxious to get home to be greeted by her beautiful and memorable smile.

But to my impetuous disappointment, things did not turn out as I had planned or as in my sweet dreams...

When I got home, I found the door ajar. And you know, I was a little worried that the door to my house was in this state, because anyone with bad intentions could get in and we live in times where security should be one of our priorities. Also, my dear wife, Jane is a little careless sometimes. Perhaps she even went out and left the door open in oblivion. And at the moment in question, there was nothing to be done, I just thought the best.

Sighing a little, I moved to grab the handle and open the door, but the moment I did, something hit me. Not something physical, just a bad feeling, a feeling that made my legs wobble for a few seconds, while a small tightness formed in my chest.

It was quite strange. For, I have never received such a feeling upon entering my home.

It was only once that I got something similar. On the same day that my dear grandfather suffered a heart attack, the same one that took his life and left me flat for a few months. Then for such specific reasons, I felt that something was wrong in this house and despair hit me. My heartbeat became intense, I broke into a cold sweat.

My hands trembled with fear at the thought of a similar scenario, where someone dear to me would leave my life once again. Where the woman I love the most was not perfectly fine as in other days, where her sweet smile could no longer be expressed...

It was terrifying to think of such a scenario. I tried to calm myself for a few seconds by breathing deeply, inflating my lungs with air and releasing it out through my mouth instead of my nose. After calming my nerves to some extent, I entered my house completely, closing the door behind me. I looked around calmly to look for traces of his familiar presence, but found nothing, everything was perfectly normal.

The paintings on the walls, the vases intact, no mess. The downstairs of my house was normal, I should even feel relieved not to find anything suspicious. But the tightness in my chest and the conflicting feelings that something was wrong did not allow me to feel relief.

I was still imposing, sighing. I walked to the stairs that would take me to the second floor, where our bedroom is located, as well as the guest bedroom and those reserved for our future children. Trembling, I gripped the banister tightly and began to climb step by step. Everything seemed normal and peaceful, until I reached the last step and occasionally heard a noise.

I froze, my whole body locked up, the grip on the handrail became offensive. All caused by the noise that reached my ears.

A sound produced by a female voice, a sound that was not provided by pain, as when we hit our leg on the furniture. But it was made in an intonation of pleasure that we feel when we have sex.

And the voice... The voice... The damn voice belonged to my wife!

My mind began to wander as I heard more and more of the moans coming from my bedroom, escaping through the ajar door. I felt the blood in my body begin to stop along with my heart, my body lost enough strength to make me descend the stairs in an unconventional and unsafe manner. But thanks to the handrail, I managed to hold on in a desperate act of holding myself in place. My breathing became heavy and difficult, the cold sweat from my body began to overflow. It took me more than a minute to regain some balance to stand up again. And in the face of all the audible groans, I began to walk in small steps toward our bedroom, my legs wanting to wobble with every inch I moved, but I kept going in the face of difficulty. I made it to the bedroom door, even though I wanted to deny myself a thousand times over, even though I wished it was just one big trick my mind was playing on me.

I wished. oh! how much I wished it wasn't true, that the scene in front of me being covered up by the door wasn't real. I fucking wished!!!

But to inflame my feelings of negativity, it was not a play, illusion. I wasn't going crazy. I could see clearly through the door opening, my wife's naked body making skillful and rapid up and down movements, while the begotten sweat drops dripped from her shoulders down to her well-formed ass, she was rolling on top of another man. She brought it into our home, our bedroom, our bed. Cheating on me with another man, on our wedding anniversary, she was cheating on me!

The loving wife who swore to love me all my life, the same person who shared happy and sad moments by my side...

Hiccup.

The loving wife with whom I fell in love at first sight, whom I wished to have in my life, whom I swore to be faithful to, whom I swore with all my strength to make her happy in the face of all the stones that could be placed in our path...

I hiccup.

Why? Why was she cheating on me? 

Hiccup.

I thought we were very happy together, so why commit such an act? Has she not thought about the consequences of her actions? She... she has been deceiving me for how long? Were all her words lies to me?

I hiccup.

I do not. I don't have any answers to these questions. The only person who can give me all these answers is her, yes, she is!

I couldn't think clearly, my mind became deranged at the sight in front of me. I felt completely destroyed inside, my floor was completely collapsing. I was devastated, my life seemed to be just a childish lie now.

Anger.

In addition to the negative feelings that were compressing my whole spirit, and coming out in piles in the form of tears from my eyes. I felt angry! Not just desolate as someone broken, as I had previously felt when faced with the loss of my grandfather. 

Anger.

How could she deceive me in such a way! To do this under my nose, inside our house, in our bedroom, on our wedding anniversary!!! 

Anger.

I felt enraged listening to her voice, listening to her savor it with all her energy.

Anger.

I took long deep breaths of air, clenched my fists in a firm, powerful grip, felt my nails penetrate my flesh and blood flow from the wound. Feeling nauseous, I turned my attention back to the door, with a strong push I pushed it forward causing a loud bang. This caused the two people on the bed to startle and stop their actions.

They were startled, their faces turned toward me, their expressions indicating surprise, astonishment, fear, terror.

Jane's face turned pale as she looked directly into my eyes, she trembled, not knowing what to do or say. Her smeared lips arched, but no words came out of her mouth. She didn't know how to express herself now, how to make a genuine apology as well as in the fantasy stories I had read in my teens.

And to be honest, any word that came out of her mouth would be like an insult to me. I didn't care anymore, her image of a good wife had been shattered like an old mirror thrown on the floor.

Taking some of her attention away, I moved my eyes to the man, his face was completely familiar to me, my older brother... My own fucking brother stabbed me in the back! The anger inside me only grew at such a sight, with possible out of control emerging.

You see, I don't know anyone in particular who has experienced this, so I didn't know how to really handle this kind of situation. I don't even remember exactly how to proceed, for some reason I acted like a madman far removed from reason, forgetting human emotions and letting an animalistic side that I didn't know myself consumed me completely. When I awoke from my trance, I was on the bed holding a small bronze statuette dripping with drops of pure blood.

My hands, clothes, my face were all splattered with the same stinking red color. Next to me was my wife with a broken nose crying, screaming hysterically while trying to hold me up. And below me... There was my brother, bleeding huge amounts of blood... His face deformed by the successive impacts of the statue in my hands...

When I took control of myself, of my emotions, I knew what I had done. I was filled with despair at the situation, I let go of the statue with trembling hands, breathing uncontrollably. I looked again at Jane in terror and turned my gaze to my brother.

I almost vomited, I got off his body full of despair and simply ran away like a madman, I ran away, I escaped damn it!!!

There was no way I could stay there after what I had done, it was impossible. So I just started running with trembling legs, almost falling down the stairs, I left my house in despair, in the streets bathed in blood, scaring those close to me, I ran and ran without knowing where to go, without looking in my direction, I lost track of the world?

And the next thing I knew, I heard the sound of honking horns, and the shrill sound of tires singing on the asphalt...

I was hit very hard. My vision became partially dark, I felt that my consciousness was constantly coming and going. I heard the sound of people near me, but I could not discern what they were saying clearly, it seems that my hearing was affected.

I feel the blood flowing from my body constantly. Endlessly. I don't want my blood to go away, I feel cold, I need blood to live....

Ding!

[Karma points have been consumed ... body that needs blood intake has been successfully generated...]

Huh? Did I just hear something like a mechanical voice? Have they brought a robot to take me to the hospital? But there is no such category of robot...

I sigh. I feel like I'm about to die now, because I don't think they managed to save me in time, and I'm sure the human regeneration capacity is not good enough to save me, maybe if I were immortal hahaha. Maybe if I was strong and fast enough, I could have escaped. Then I wouldn't have to feel this pain now...

Ding!

[Karma points have been consumed Status [Immortal] was successfully generated]

[Karma points have been consumed... Skill [Super Force I] was successfully generated...]

[Karma points were consumed... Skill [Super Speed I] was successfully generated...]

[Karma points were consumed... Skill [Insensitivity I] was successfully generated...]

Again... Who cares about robotic voices now, I'm dying here!

... I will die, die without knowing what happened to my brother, maybe I took his life.... I don't know. It doesn't matter much to me now either, since I am leaving for the other side. Then I won't have to face the rest of my family when they get the news, they will just mourn our losses...

Or they will curse Jane forever... And to tell you the truth, I would curse her if I could, she spit on our history like it was nothing, betrayed me with my own brother? Maybe breaking her nose was too much, I was coward enough not to deal with it calmly.... But who would?

Ding!

[Karma points were consumed... Curse generating ability has been successfully generated...]

Cof cof cof I believe I'm going now... My consciousness is becoming completely dark... Why... why…

Ding!

[There are still Karma points remaining, since user xxx did not cosume them completely, the system will generate some skill to compensate...]

[Skill successfully generated]

[All Karma points were successfully consumed]

[Starting soul adaptation... 5%... 56%... 87%... 99%...100%...]

[User xxx's soul has been successfully adapted]

[Starting reincarnation]

[Finished]