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Serving Karma, One Delivery at a Time
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It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]
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At the top, a line of bright red text flashed like a victory banner.[All targets' misfortunes triggered. Giver's misfortune reset to zero.]A new life awaited me....After posting the truth online with all the evidence, I deleted my accounts.Riccardo, Emily, and I moved to a quiet seaside town. We rented a house with a yard and spent our days walking, fishing, and watching the waves.I embraced the sunlight, the sand, and the sea breeze. For the first time, I truly felt reborn.Smiles returned to my face, and I slept soundly at night. With my misfortune cleared, luck seemed to follow me: green lights at every crossing and discounts on every purchase.Life felt like a dream until one night, a drunk Emily clung to me, laughing and crying. "Patricia, that system of yours is like a novel come to life."Riccardo grilled oysters nearby, smiling silently, but something felt off.Once they slept, I crept into the study and opened Riccardo's laptop. I entered our first date as th
Serving Karma, One Delivery at a Time Chapter 9
KeyboardFury shook, answering the call from his boss.A furious voice roared, "Zion Watts, you're fired! The police are coming for you! Expect a summons for embezzlement!"Almost at the same time, another hater's phone rang. His wife, having found his affair, demanded a divorce that left him penniless.The hall doors burst open.Police stormed in, waving warrants. "Who is Nathan Lewis, aka NetJudge? You're under arrest for defamation and fraud. Come with us!"The hall became a pandemonium of screams, sobs, curses, ringtones, and sirens. A glorious ruin unfolded....I watched coldly from the stage as the once-arrogant crowd crumbled, scrambling like rats. I set down the microphone and stepped off, my heels clicking on the marble floor, each step a hammer on their shattered lives.In a corner, I found an ashen Della, slumped in a chair. She was dumbfounded, shaking like a leaf. She couldn't believe the spectacle she'd anticipated had ended like this.When I crouched to meet her
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"Make her bark like a dog and crawl under our legs!""She's pathetic. We're doing her a favor by showing up. She should kneel in gratitude.""If she's hot enough, maybe I'll let her grovel at my feet."At 7 p.m. sharp, the hall's doors swung open. I stepped in alone, wearing a tailored red gown that was as vivid as blood and as fierce as fire.The noise paused for a heartbeat, then exploded into jeers and whistles."Look at her, all dolled up! Who is she trying to seduce?" KeyboardFury led the taunts, his voice cutting through. "Patricia! Kneel! Apologize!""Kneel! Apologize!" the crowd chanted, their voices a tidal wave that threatened to engulf me.I stood under the spotlight, gazing at those twisted faces below. They were greedy, malicious, and ravenous.I smiled brightly, but it was a chilling one that made their jeers falter. I took the microphone, my voice clear and steady through the speakers. "Good evening, everyone. Before my apology, I have a gift for each of you—the
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The screenshot showed NetJudge riling up the group, planning to swarm my home that weekend with paint and funeral items.Della's face was a mask of worry. "They're awful! You should stay indoors or maybe move away."I saw through her act. She wasn't here to help; she was here to gloat.Determined to turn her game against her, I played along and feigned panic. "How could they do this?"Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though she kept up the pretense. "Don't worry. It's just talk. They won't really come."I clutched her hand and deliberately let slip a plan. "I can't take it anymore. On the 100th day of this nightmare—next Saturday—I'm renting a banquet hall to invite them all. I'll apologize, hand out money, and beg them to stop."Her eyes lit up like she'd hit the jackpot. This was the scandal she'd been waiting for."I don't think that's a good idea," she said, barely hiding her glee. "You'd be groveling.""I have no choice," I said, shaking my head in mock despair.To sel
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"Crap! Was the food poisoned?""Not poison. A curse! Patricia is like a vengeful spirit now!"KeyboardFury became a pariah. His colleagues avoided him like the plague, scattering whenever he appeared. He was utterly isolated.The hater group splintered. The weak-willed cracked under fear, flooding my DMs with apologies and begging for mercy. But the hardliners, led by NetJudge, dismissed it as a coincidence, doubling down with nastier attacks.They called my tactics cheap and desperate, even going beyond online jabs. In a private chat, they plotted an offline revenge.NetJudge rallied them. "She loves sending gifts? Let's send her one she'll never forget. Her address is out there, right? Let's pay her a visit."Riccardo intercepted the chat and narrowed his eyes. "They're playing dirty."I read their vile plans, but my eyes gleamed. "Perfect! I've been waiting for this."...Emily learned of the offline threat and called me relentlessly. When I didn't answer, she showed up at
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GossipLover, who spread lies about my private life, was trying for a baby.He guzzled tonics daily, so I sent him a super-soup with grilled kidneys, noting: [Heard you're struggling. Get strong.]The college student who gleefully photoshopped my fake memorials got the city's priciest vegetarian meal. Note: [Eat light. It's a long road ahead.]GossipLover raged online, hurling vile curses. They were scared now. My gifts had struck their deepest vulnerabilities, a fear more torturous than any online spat, but the symphony of my revenge was just beginning....Riccardo became my strategist. By day, he was a polished programmer in a corporate office; by night, he turned into a hacker diving into the data's depths.He didn't just uncover basic info; he infiltrated company servers, tracking their work lives.KeyboardFury's failed project earned him a reprimand and a canceled bonus. Stressed, he vented online about his boss targeting him, which was caught by Riccardo and fed to me.Th
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