Divinity: Against the Godly System

Bringing his phone out, Ryder asked Mark to share the number. Even though he knew the number, he couldn't express that he knew. 

Mark started telling the number, "Two, Five, Seven..."

Ryder dialed the number and placed the phone on speaker.

Ray still had no idea that Handerson was Ryder, who was in disguise as Handerson.

He was constantly praying that his sister wouldn't expose Ryder.

"Hello?"

A feminine voice sounded as the call was picked up.

" Ah, hello, Am I talking to Ray's sister?" Ryder asked.

"Yeah, who is it?" The Girl asked back, seemingly confused.

"Oh, good. I am Jake Peralta. I work with your brother in the FBI. I'm calling you in regards to your brother. He has been in an accident. He's been treated at our headquarters in the new capital. Can you come here?" Ryder explained to the girl.

"You don't need to call her here. Just ask if she knows Ryder Flynn," Mark whispered in Ryder's ears.

Ryder gestured to Mark to stay silent as if he knew what he was doing.

"I'm sorry for not being able to contact you. He had the accident a few days ago, and he has been in a coma currently. As there was no data about his relatives, we could only use his phone. It took us some time to unlock it. Oh right, there was another number in his phone, marked important. Ryder Flynn, do you know him? Is he a relative?" Ryder inquired.

'Ahh, so that's what he was going for. Pretty clever. As expected of Handerson," Mark grinned as he understood what Ryder was going for. There was an appreciative look on his face.

"Ryder? Yeah. He is my boyfriend. I'll bring him as well," The girl answered instantly.

'So he wasn't lying,' Mark thought as he heard her answer.

"Very well. That would be amazing," Ryder told the girl before he disconnected the call.

He kept the phone back.

"So he wasn't lying. His expressions were because of that. I thought I had him," Mark said as he frowned. He gazed back at Ryder. "After we leave, you can tell the girl not to come and that you were prank calling."

Ryder nodded his head. He had already told the girl not to come anyway. She wasn't going to come. 

"There's no need," the old man suddenly said. 

"Let her come. Since her brother is going to die, might as well kill her together," he continued as he walked towards Ray.

His eyes again started shining. The invisible hand once again appears near Ray's throat, strangling him.

Ray again started struggling to breathe.

"Now, if you don't answer me, I'll kill you right here. Not only that, your sister will be killed as well after you're gone. Think for yourself. Do you want to save one informant, or do you want to save yourself and your sister? It's for you to decide," the old man said as he walked closer to Ray.

The closer he moved, the stronger his force became.

"I don't like to repeat things. I'll only count to 3. I don't care about my answer. Either you'll give me now, or you'll die. There won't be a second option," he continued.

"I-i am telling the truth!" Ray answered, struggling. He still held onto his previous statement claiming that he had told no lies. 

"One..."

Despite Ray's answer, he continued.

"Two..."

As the count reached near the end, Ray really started fearing. He wasn't scared for his life, but he was scared for his sister's life.

Ryder stood in the back, not doing anything. He wanted to see Ray's loyalty. Was he going to hold until the count of three was over, or was he going to answer before that in fear? Was he going to defeat him until the end or sell him out? This was the only thing he wanted to know low.

If Ray didn't tell until the count of three, he was going to act. He was going to save him and kill Mark.

If Ray gave him away, he would still act since he wouldn't want information about him leaving this room, but that would mark the end of the cooperation between Ray and him.

Since both cases resulted in the same thing, he was prepared to shoot Mark.

He had already called the gun out of his inventory.

He knew that Mark was probably an undead who wasn't going to die by normal bullets. People like him only died if they were blown up or if their head was sliced from their bodies.

Despite knowing that, he was trusting a gun only because of one reason. It was that he had already purchased a special bullet from the store. That bullet only had one specialty. It was that he was able to kill even the undead with the bullets. 

There was one limitation, though. The bullet needed to actually critically wound the person. He didn't believe that the bullet could even touch the old man.

When he had tried shooting the Thirteenth King, not even one bullet was able to hit him. He was certain that it would be the case for the old man as well, but he was prepared. He has three bullets which were for two people. There could be no wastage, or he would be having a swordfight to cut the head of the old man inside the room. He didn't wish for the people outside to be alerted by that.

Ryder's right hand was behind his back which was holding a gun as he waited for the time to be finished.

"T-"

The old man had opened his lips to finish the count when Ray gave up.

"It was Ryder Flynn! He was the informant! You were right! Please don't harm my sister!" He yelled without caring about his breathing.

A look of disappointment was on Ryder's face as he heard Ray selling him out. 

'He did it for a good cause at least,' he comforted himself however he knew; this moment was defining for him.

He couldn't trust people as they would always think for themselves and their family first. Staying anonymous was the best thing for him.

By selling him out, Ray had saved his family, but he placed Ryder's family in danger. If information about him was out, he wasn't in danger since he was special, but Alice was actually the one who might die. He didn't take this lightly, no matter the reason.

Mark grinned at being proved right as he turned back towards Ryder happily. "So we were rig-"

As soon as he turned back, he grew stunned. His face went pale as he noticed the gun in Ryder's hand that was aiming at him.

"Wh-"

He had only managed to make a light noise before a bullet left Ryder's gun and penetrated the skull of Mark.

The old man had become alert as soon as he heard the noise behind him. He looked to his side and saw a bullet entering the head of Mark.

"Urgh!" 

Mark dropped to the ground as his eyes became blurry. His body had also lost all its strength. He wasn't sure what was happening since he had never suffered something like this.

After his body was upgraded, he had become undying. He couldn't be killed by bullets. He has even tested that theory himself. Why was it all different now? How was his body reacting differently? Why did it feel like he was a normal human being who was shot?

A hole was left in his head as his body laid on the ground. He soon died, not understanding what had just happened. Why was Handerson even attacking him? These two questions were still floating in his head as he died.

The mysterious force that was strangling Ray's throat had already disappeared after he had given the answer.

Ray was breathing heavily to return to normal, but his breathing once again stopped as he saw Mark being shot right before his eyes.

His face went pale as he grew shocked. He thought Mark and Handerson were both working for the evil Organization. That's what it seemed like from their conversation. Was it not the truth? Or were they going to kill him and use Mark as an excuse? He thought.

He thought of a possibility.

Could it be that they were going to Claim that I shot Mark by taking Handerson's gun, and Mark shot me in return? He wondered.

That seemed to be the only possibility. Or was it that Handerson had suddenly gone crazy? Or was there some enmity between them? Or was it that Handerson had finally joined the right side and decided to oppose the evil? 

The more he thought, the more possibility appeared in his head. 

*****

"Why do I have this suffocating feeling? It's as if something bad is about to happen. What is happening?" Alice was sitting in her room, feeling bad. 

She gazed at her phone and decided to call Ryder.