God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

Eight people ran through the forest, stopping only after a few minutes when they felt like there was no one on their tail. Timmy turned to look at his team, all of them tired and about to collapse.

"S- sir, I can't hold it in anymore... I can't.." one of his teammates said before he ran towards a tree and took off his pants before squatting down. With a loud fart, this human wastes shot out staining the bottom of the tree in yellow. Explore stories at empire

It looked absolutely disgusting, especially to Timmy who had never seen such a display, not until he came to his island. He had lost two of his teammates thanks to multiple skirmishes against other teams.

"Sir Timmy... my stomach also hurts a lot..." another guy said and the others nodded, including his father's concubines. Timmy himself felt like his stomach was acting weird, but he wasn't able to understand why.

Just as he was thinking, he saw one of his father's concubines fall to the ground as a yellow fluid pooled behind her. Her face was red with humiliation and embarrassment as she looked away from the others.

Timmy closed his eyes and walked away from them before taking out his canteen to drink the water he had gotten from the pond since all the running earlier had made him very tired.

Two days had already passed since he had arrived here and the first day had gone pretty well for him. He kicked the tree in front of him in frustration as he remembered the events that happened on his first night here.

"That bastard Clark! Once we're out of here, I'll find him and get him killed!" he hissed, seething in anger.

Clark had send his teammate to steal all of his clothes, which were neatly folded and placed in a bamboo basket. It was a bit too late when he finally found out what was going on as it was one of his teammates who had shouted that his clothes were burning on the fire.

And when he came out, what did he see?

It was Clark, standing beside a tree with a cheeky grin on his face as he held a fire torch with one of his hands.

Unable to control his anger, he got his team to catch the bastard and they ran for almost four hours before deciding to stop. Clark was also tired, but for some reason once every thirty minutes, his team would get hit by a random trap.

Some traps simply tripped them while some shot arrows at them. The four hours were some of the most hated hours of his life and yet, he was unable to catch the person who was responsible for it.

Then, when he went back to camp he found out that all the 7 kilograms of meat was missing. He originally had 10, but his team had already consumed 3 kilos earlier.

The lack of food and sleep pushed them into a cycle of misery as they had to fight three small groups for food , which did help them for almost half a day until he faced a skirmish from another team and lost two of his teammates who were heavily injured.

A masked instructor appeared and teleported the two of them away, leaving his team with only eight members and even after that, they were attacked by another team but this team was a big one with 10 members.

With no other option, he had to leave all of his belongings behind and run away with his team. But little did he know that the very water he was drinking would be his most dangerous problem yet.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He sat down on the ground with his back leaning against the tree he had just kicked. His eyes move to the guy who had just shot out a huge amount of excreta onto a tree and his father's concubine who was now wailing as she used the little bit of water she had to clean herself.

The others also helped her by giving her their canteens, but Timmy looked away, not wanting to see something so disgusting.

Multiple thoughts passed through his head, the reason why he had even decided to take part in this damned training program.

'That damn cursed artifact... if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have bothered in the slightest. Damn it all! If only I was born in an actual noble household instead of being born as a son of a shitty baronet.' he cursed as he punched the ground.

He was a baronet's son, someone who would never be able to become a noble unless he gave up on most of his businesses. Almost all the baronets were wealthy businessmen who used money to get the title, just to feel superior when people called them "Sir" or "Madam"

Most of the baronets weren't invited to the important events and parties that the true nobles held and even the royal family did not put much importance in them as they were just wealthier merchants in their eyes.

True nobles could receive cursed artifacts from the Kings, but baronets weren't trusted enough for that. It was because baronets had businesses in other kingdoms and empires, and the royal families did not like the uncertainty of where the baronets' loyalties lied.

Timmy let out a tired sigh as he though about his status. He wanted to become a true noble, to get his hands on a cursed artifact, to get tax benefits, but none of them were possible since he was just a baronet, just a rich, glorified commoner in the eyes of true nobles and royals.

Just as he was wallowing in his own distress, he felt his stomach grumble weirdly. He then felt like something was coming out from his ass hole and instinctively clenched his ass cheeks.

His face slowly turned red from the strain of holding in, but no matter how much he tried, he wasn't able to hold it in at the end. A loud fart echoed in the forest as he felt wetness under him.