God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

The large fireball flew straight towards Fabian's son but thanks to it's size, it managed to engulf both of them.

Vincent watched as the large fireball shrunk in size, which only took a few seconds. He had used his powers extremely inefficiently, his actions fueled by rage, fear and desperation.

The large ball of fire was exactly what it was, a mere ball of fire that was just big. It had no "fuel". His power was fire creation and control, which meant that unless he actively controlled the flames, the fire would follow the law of nature.

Which was exactly what happened. Due to the lack of fuel or in other words, due to the lack of things to consume and spread, it began to shrink. In just a few seconds, most of the flames were gone.

Though, these few seconds were more than enough.

Vincent watched Fabian's son scream, cry and run randomly before he fell to the ground and rolled, but it was far too late for the poor guy.

Fabian on the other hand, stood silently as he watched his son burn to death while his own skin regenerated at a pace where Vincent was able to see the burnt skin fall off, the partially cooked flesh regain it's fresh color before the skin grew back.

At this moment, there was just one word echoing in Vincent's mind.

Run.

And run he did.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

While Fabian stood in place, staring at his son's dead body in shock and distress, he ran.

Which this was the truth, Keith also had a hand in Fabian's current state. Knowing that Vincent would be attacked, he decided to start the process of upgrading Fabian's Skin Hardening to an other grade, from grade D to grade C.

He intentionally slowed down the process, paralysing Fabian as he used his mental energy to help him with the upgrade.

Vincent retreated using this chance and Keith kept Fabian locked in place for two whole minutes before he properly completed the upgrade and let him go.

He silently watched as Fabian screamed, holding his son's burnt head in his hands instead of running behind the person who caused this.

'His son deserved death for the things he did, but that aside, their enmity will be much deeper now. One avenging his parents while the other avenging his son... this will be fun.' Keith thought as he closed the system screen.

The fight ended way faster than what he had expected thanks to Vincent's dumb move, but Keith didn't really mind it too much. As long as they met once, he knew that he had the power to make them meet each other again and again.

Such was his power as the system administrator.

He dived into his spatial dimension and glanced at the few weapons and jewellery that he had looted from the Sanders' family. The jewellery and weapons floated towards an empty corner opposite to the bee hive and Keith manifested physically.

He looked at the jewellery and with a mental thought, he forced all the metals to one side and gems to the other. Inside this dimension, he knew that he could do anything and that was exactly what gave him the confidence.

Flames shot out of his hands as the gems flew behind him and fell. Silver and gold separated to the left and right as they were slowly getting melted. It didn't take too long and Keith managed to get everything melted pretty quickly before shaping them into bricks.

Luckily, he had a few weighing scales lying around as they too were taken from the Sanders' businesses. He put a one kilogram weight on the scale and began to measure the weight of his bricks.

He then either shaved off some metal or added some based on the weight and once he was done, he put them all in one place.

'It'll be easier to trade these bricks instead of jewellery. Anyways, time to do something else...' he thought as he looked a the weapons he had. Machetes, swords, axes, spears, daggers, arrows and many other things were in the pile.

Keith simply grabbed a few machetes, and burnt the handle off before melting the metal blades. Once he was done, he began to shape this metal into the shapes he wanted. Multiple small parts were formed and Keith excitedly linked all the parts together.

"It's done..." he muttered as he looked at the pistol in his hands, or one could say that it was something that simply looked like one.

The pistol was a prototype and did not have any magazine loading mechanism. Instead, it used a mechanism similar to an old shotgun..

Keith grabbed the barren and pulled it down, exposing the one hole at the back before he pushed a bullet inside it. He then put the barrel back in place before aiming at the sky and then, he pulled the trigger.

A loud bang resounded and Keith felt a stinging pain in his arm. He looked up and saw smoke slowly flow out of the barrel, but his thumb was hanging just barely thanks to his skin keeping it connected.

He immediately reduced his sensitivity to pain and put his thumb back in place as he watched the flesh and bone slowly meld together, coming back to normal before the skin also recovered.

'Good as new.' he thought and then inspected the gun, only to see the shell and the bullet, both stuck inside the barrel.

This observation was enough for him to know that he needed something he did not have yet, and that was experience, tools and knowledge.

'Gotta meet Alvlin... oh yeah I promised to give him some money too, didn't I?' he thought as he turned to look at the pile of gold and silver bricks.

The Jewellery he managed to get from Timothy's businesses, had only managed to give him 2 gold bricks along with a few hundred extra grams, and 14 silver bricks that also had some extras.

'Lady Grace's mansion gave me a lot more compared to these guys... even though Vincent robbed more than ten stores. Tch tch, poor people.'