God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

Keith slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a small room, lying on a hard bed. The confusion he had before fainting was no more, and he stared at the ceiling with a calm expression on his face.

Or at least, that was what it would look like to everyone else other than Keith.

He stared at the large gacha wheel in front of him and then glanced at the red spin button that was below the wheel. He clicked the button mentally and watched the wheel spin for an entire minute.

There were a lot of sections on the pizza-like gacha wheel along with a small blue dot on the top, but since there were too many of these "sections", Keith didn't bother counting them. Instead, with just a glance, he could tell that around 60% of the sections were white.

30% were yellow and around 10% were orange. There were only 3 red sections. All of this was just an approximate estimation based on a simple glance.

A minute later, the wheel slowed down and finally stopped at a white section.

There wasn't anything written on the wheel, but Keith felt new information pop up in his head.

'A revenge system...'

The last time he passed out from severe head ache, he received memories of the body he was currently occupying and along with that, he had also learned about his so called system administrator abilities.

The gacha wheel in front of him could grant him a random system which he could then give to others and share a portion of the system user's abilities.

'Unfortunately, I can't use the systems on myself.' he thought as he looked at the small white translucent orb.

This was the system that he had just received, but he was in no hurry to use it.

'I'll have to find someone who's compatible with this. But before that... ' he thought to himself, sighing slightly, 'To think that I'm in the world that I loved so much.... but practically, it's safer to stay on earth. There's literal super humans and supernatural beings roaming in the regular streets like normal people.

If my luck is bad, then I wouldn't even know how I died. There's also my new family... and my new past. Too much to digest.'

While he preferred a life on earth, he also didn't mind living here as there really was no one waiting for him back at home. He had no kids, his parents were dead and his wife had divorced him. His two close friends were the only ones whom he missed dearly.

'Going back to a peaceful world with a miserable life... or a potentially dangerous one where I can start anew. A tough choice, but I can't really pick the first option anyways.' he thought as he made up his mind to live a new life, and just as he did, he heard the door of the room creak as it opened.

A short middle aged man paused as he saw Keith turn his head to look at him and then smiled.

"You're finally awake, mister Keith Zenister. Well, it's been more than three days and you're currently safe since I patched you up pretty well. Do you remember the person who stabbed you? The police wants to know, so it'll be nice if you do remember."

Keith looked at the man and shook his head, "Sorry, it was too dark for me to see his face."

It was a lie. He did remember how the person who stabbed him looked, but he had no plans on turning the man in. In fact, the person who stabbed him was a friend of his elder brother who had joined a gang almost a year ago.

His name was Norn, and the reason he had come to Keith was so that he could ask for where his brother was. And the reason for this was that the gang that Keith's brother had joined, had gone for Norn's sister.

It was a classic revenge story where Keith unfortunately acted aggressive when he saw Norn holding a knife and got stabbed by mistake.

'The old me was... kind of a pessimistic person wasn't he?' he asked himself before he thought of Norn, his first target for his system.

The short guy nodded, not caring even a least bit about Keith's answer, "That's a pity. Anyways, you were taken care of for three days and we saved you from potential death. The total cost for all of this will be 30 Braks."

Keith squinted his eyes as he calculated the proper amount.

The empire that he was currently in, had three different currency denominations. It was akin to bronze, silver and gold in simpler words. Braks were the same as bronze coins, with lowest purchasing power. Zens were similar to silver coins, but Zens were distributed in paper form just like back on earth. It was the same with the strongest currency type which was equivalent to a gold coin; the Chrons.

1 Zen was same as 20 Braks, and 1 Chron was the same as 50 Zens.

"So.... 1 zen and 10 braks?" Keith asked, the expression on his face darkening.

The short man gave him an amicable smile and nodded, "Yes sir, as soon as you pay the fees for your treatment and stay, you're free to leave."

Based on the memories he had received after fainting, he knew that he only had a total of 3 zens in savings. With one brak, he could buy a kilo of wheat flour and this much was more than enough for one person to fill his stomach for at least three days.

He thought about it for a few seconds and sighed, "Okay, but my money is back at home. I'll have to go back and bring it to you."

"Sure, I'll send someone with you. Or will it be fine if I come with you instead?"

"Doesn't matter." Keith replied as he sat up from his bed, not wanting to talk to the man any longer.