Chapter: WELCOME TO MY KINGDOM, KID An hour later, Connor finally looked away from the tinted window of the Rolls-Royce Spectre and spoke calmly. “Is that how far the Khyber Empire is?” One of the guards seated opposite him nodded respectfully. “Yes, Master. The Khyber Empire is located beyond the eastern waters of Caesaria. It was built on a breakaway island years ago.” Connor leaned back quietly while the city roads slowly disappeared behind them. The deeper they traveled, the more industrial the environment became. Minutes later, the Rolls-Royce finally slowed down outside a massive secured maritime zone. The driver parked carefully near a restricted checkpoint surrounded by steel fences and towering cargo cranes. The guards immediately stepped out. One of them opened Connor’s door respectfully before bowing deeply. “Welcome, Master.” Connor stepped out calmly without asking any questions. The salty ocean breeze already told him where he was. Huge shipping containers stretched across the area in e
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Chapter: THE TECH WAR BEGINS The morning sun stretched across Glenwood Villa with a cold golden glow, reflecting against the polished marble walls and towering glass windows. Connor stepped out of his luxury suite already dressed in a perfectly tailored black corporate suit. A golden tie rested neatly against his chest, adding a sharp contrast to the dark fabric. In one hand, he carried a sleek black suitcase while his expression remained calm and unreadable. But beneath that calmness, something dangerous was building. His leather shoes echoed softly as he descended the grand staircase. The servants standing nearby immediately lowered their heads respectfully while the massive chandelier above reflected faint light across his face. The moment Connor stepped outside the villa, two guards moved quickly toward him. “Good morning, Master,” they greeted together with deep bows. Connor gave a small nod. Just then, Mr. Davis appeared from behind, adjusting his glasses as he hurried forward. “Good morning, Master
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Chapter: READY FOR STEEL KHYBERMinutes later, the SUV rolled through the tall iron gates of Glenwood Villa, the engine humming. The guards inside the vehicle were already alert. As the SUV came to a stop, the two guards stepped out swiftly, moving with practiced precision. One circled to Connor’s side and opened the door, while the other stood firmly beside him. Both men bowed deeply. “Welcome home, Master.” Connor stepped out without a word, his expression calm but distant. The weight of the council still lingered in his eyes, cold and controlled. The guards followed closely behind him as he walked into the mansion, their footsteps echoing faintly across the polished marble floor. Before the doors fully closed, another engine sound cut through the night. A sleek G-Wagon pulled into the compound. Two men stepped out—Mr. Davis and Mr. Leonard. They exchanged brief glances before heading inside with urgency. Upstairs, Connor entered his luxury suite. A servant appeared almost immediately, head lowered.
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Chapter: WHEN POWER CHANGED HANDS The old man’s face twisted with rage, his eyes burning as he closed the distance. Then, without warning, he raised his hand high, aiming straight for Connor’s face. Gasps rippled through the hall. But before the slap could land.Connor’s hand shot up and caught his wrist mid-air. The grip was firm. Unshakable. Lord Kharzek’s arm trembled as he tried to force it down, but it didn’t move an inch. His expression shifted from fury to shock. Connor’s eyes turned cold. “You’ve no right.” The words were quiet, but they carried weight. Lord Kharzek struggled again, his teeth clenched. “Even if I can’t slap you here,” he spat, his voice low and venomous, “I swear you will pay for stripping me of my position.” Connor didn’t release him. “You will regret this,” Lord Kharzek continued, his voice rising. “When that time comes, you will cry and wish you never did this. You should do the needful now while you still can!” The elders exchanged tense glances. Then suddenly, they
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Chapter: THE FALL OF A PATRIARCH “It’s Lord Kharzek the funds are given to.” Elder Zeddicus’ voice cut through the silence as he slowly rose to his feet. His words landed like a heavy stone in still water. Every gaze in the hall snapped toward the unmoving old man. Lord Kharzek frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly, but he did not speak. Connor turned his head slowly, his expression calm but his eyes cold. “Lord Kharzek,” he said, his voice steady, “why did you do nothing with the millions given to you every six months?” The hall grew tense. Connor continued, his tone tightening. “You were entrusted with funds for education, healthcare, infrastructure. Yet children are starving. Pregnant women are suffering. There are no schools, no hospitals.” His voice hardened further. “What did you do with the money?” For a brief second, silence held. Then— “Enough!” Lord Kharzek slammed his palm against the armrest and rose to his full height. His presence filled the hall instantly, heavy and oppressive. “You ha
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Chapter: THE TARZAN COUNCIL MEETINGConnor’s phone lit up early in the morning, cutting through the quiet of his luxury suite like a warning. He reached for it slowly, eyes still heavy from sleep. The message was short. “Master, Mr Davis is waiting outside. I have an urgent message to deliver.” Connor stared at it for a moment, then sat up fully. “Urgent…?” he muttered under his breath. Now dressed in his high-class silk pajamas, he walked over and opened it. Mr Davis stood outside immediately and bowed deeply. “Good morning, Master.” Connor leaned slightly on the door frame. “What is so urgent that you came this early?” Mr Davis straightened carefully. “You’re needed at the Tarzan Council.” Connor frowned slightly. “Tarzan Council? What is that?” Mr Davis hesitated. “It’s… their tradition. They never explain much. They only say a council will be held when the Master arrives.” Connor narrowed his eyes. “And who are ‘they’?” Mr Davis lowered his voice. “The Riston Tribe. An ancient tribe living dee
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Chapter: EPILOGUE–THE TASK COMPLETED 🐉LATE OLD JOE Jack turned away before anyone could see. He didn’t trust his voice. He didn’t trust his face. He took the stairs quietly, each step careful, controlled, until the sounds of the sitting room softened into a distant hum. His bedroom welcomed him with dim light and familiar shadows. The window was cracked open; night air drifted in, cool and clean. Jack shut the door. The moment the latch clicked, his control broke. He sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. A sound tore out of him—raw, unguarded. Tears spilled freely now, hot and relentless, soaking into his hands. “My mentor,” he whispered hoarsely. “Joseph Donovan.” His gaze lifted to the wall opposite the bed. The portrait hung there—large, carefully framed. A hand-drawn image, charcoal and ink, every line deliberate. Old Joe sat as he always had in Jack’s memory: relaxed posture, knowing eyes, a half-smile that carried both kindness and iron certainty. Jack stood on unste
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Chapter: Chapter 548The porch light washed William Thompson in a pale amber halo, sharpening the lines at his eyes, softening the silver at his temples. He didn’t step in right away. He waited—like a man asking permission without words. Jackson’s fingers curled around the door edge. “Um,” he said, craning his neck. “Do you know my mom?” Sarah found her voice. It came out thin, then steadied. “Dad.” William exhaled, a long breath that seemed to empty years out of his chest. “Hey, kiddo.” His eyes didn’t leave Sarah as he said it. She crossed the space in three quick steps. They met in the doorway, awkward for half a heartbeat, then arms wrapped tight—hers around his middle, his around her shoulders. William’s hand pressed into her hair, firm and familiar. He closed his eyes. “I should’ve called,” he murmured into her hair. “You’re here,” Sarah said. Her voice caught anyway. “That’s enough.” Behind them, the house released the breath it had been holding. Ryan shifted, clearing his throat. Emily stra
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Chapter: Chapter 547Jack let the doorway frame him a moment longer, the noise inside settling into something domestic and real. Laughter, overlapping voices, the scrape of shoes being kicked off without care. This was the other side of victory—no banners, no broadcasts. Just walls that knew your name. He reached back and unfastened the Dragon Dagger. The metal slid free without resistance, its presence dim now, quiet. No hum. No pull. Just weight—honest and inert. Jack crossed the living space and placed it into the recessed wall cradle beside the stairs. The housing sealed with a soft click, biometric lock engaging. Sarah noticed. She always did. “You sure?” she asked gently. Jack nodded. “It’s done for tonight.” She smiled at that—not wide, not triumphant. Relieved. “Baths,” Sarah announced, clapping her hands once. “Everyone. Before anyone falls asleep on the couch.” A chorus of groans answered her, half-hearted and theatrical. “I’m not dirty,” Matilda protested, already halfway up the stai
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Chapter: Chapter 546Jack stayed where he was a moment longer, letting the Governor of Carlisle’s voice fade naturally into the night air. The plaza didn’t rush to reclaim noise. It didn’t need to. People were already turning inward—talking, pointing, planning routes home that felt different than the ones they’d taken coming here. That was when DragonBot dipped closer. “Transport readiness confirmed,” it said. “DragonCar is positioned at the east ramp. Crowd density decreasing along primary exit corridors.” Jack nodded once. “Alright.” He looked down at Matilda and Jackson. Both were tired now—the sharp edge of excitement blunted by exhaustion—but their eyes were still bright. “Home?” he asked. Matilda nodded immediately. Jackson yawned and leaned into Sarah’s side. “Home,” Sarah echoed softly. They began moving. The crowd parted without being told. Not in a dramatic way—no bowed heads, no reverent silence—but with something quieter. Recognition. Gratitude that didn’t demand anything b
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Chapter: Chapter 545He let the conversation breathe for a few seconds longer, listening to the low tide of voices around him. This—this—was the fragile part. After victory, before direction. He felt it in the way people leaned closer to one another, in the way questions hovered just beneath smiles. He turned slightly, addressing not the press, not the screens—but the people within arm’s reach. “Reidsville,” Jack said, voice steady, unamplified, yet somehow carrying. “I won’t pretend tonight fixed everything. It didn’t. What it did was stop the bleeding.” The plaza quieted again, not by command, but by choice. “For a long time,” he continued, “this city was forced to make decisions under pressure that wasn’t its own. Fear distorts judgment. It makes good people compromise just to survive.” Ryan nodded slowly beside him. Emily folded her arms, attentive, analytical. “Tonight,” Jack said, “fear lost its leverage. Not because someone stronger showed up—but because enough of you refused to keep living
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Chapter: Chapter 544Jack let the laughter around him taper naturally, not silencing it—just guiding it. The plaza had reached that rare balance point where relief hadn’t yet curdled into chaos. Families stood shoulder to shoulder. Strangers shared space without suspicion. Reidsville was breathing. Then the LED screens shifted. Not abruptly. Not with alarms. The Senators’ split-screen debate faded into a soft blue seal edged in gold. The murmur of the crowd lowered on instinct. Even DragonBot’s stabilizers adjusted, hovering a fraction higher, optics narrowing in quiet focus. A familiar crest resolved across every screen in the plaza—Venmoor’s national insignia, crisp and unmistakable. Ryan’s brow creased. “That’s… international.” Emily straightened slightly. “They don’t interrupt local broadcasts unless it matters.” Jack didn’t move. He only tilted his head up, one hand resting loosely near the Dragon Dagger—not in readiness, but in habit. “Let’s hear him out.” The seal dissolved. The President
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THE BRUTAL REVENGE
Jones Romeo once defeated, returned to rewrite the rules. When he dares to challenge Clinton, the ruthless leader who controls the college with an iron grip, he sparks a brutal war that spirals beyond his imagination.
Betrayals lurk in every corner. Friendships shatter. Blood stains the hallways as Jones and Clinton wage a relentless battle for dominance. Lies, deception, and hidden agendas fuel their war, turning allies into enemies and enemies into ghosts.
But just when Jones thinks he has won, Clinton proves why he’s a master of survival. His shocking escape from police custody sets the stage for an earth-shattering finale. A final, unpredictable confrontation at the docks leaves both men fighting not just for power, but for their lives.
As bullets fly and the past comes crashing down, Jones faces the ultimate question: Can he truly end this war, or will Clinton’s shadow haunt him forever?
In this high-stakes tale of revenge, power, and betrayal, one thing is certain, only one will leave Blackwood College alive.
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Chapter: Chapter 70: The Devil's Blueprint The night air clung heavy over Blackwood, the kind of suffocating stillness that carried danger in its silence. Jones stood at the center of the abandoned courtyard with his crew gathered tight around him. Their shadows stretched long under the fractured moonlight, each figure restless, armed, and waiting on his command.Lexi’s absence weighed like iron chains around Jones’s chest. Every passing hour without her was a blade twisting deeper. His jaw clenched as he glanced at his crew: Jace adjusting the grip on his bat wrapped in chain; Derek rubbing the scar across his forearm like it was a war medal; Kendra sharp-eyed, her dagger strapped against her thigh; Victor pacing like a wolf ready to pounce; Dre cracking his knuckles, broad shoulders flexing under his jacket; Lisa quiet but fierce, her hands curled into fists; Leo’s smirk hiding the storm in his gaze; Mason steady, calm, his silence a promise of loyalty.They all waited for Jones. His word was law.“We’re burning time,” Victo
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Chapter: Chapter 69: The Hidden WingClinton went into the den—an underground chamber buried deep within the East Wing of Blackwood College. This was no ordinary hideout; it was his throne room, carved beneath the rotting belly of the institution, a place where the air was heavy with damp stone, cigarette smoke, and the quiet hum of illegal power lines snaking through the ceiling.Here, he was king. Here, no one dared question his authority.The heavy steel door clanged shut behind him, locking with an echo that rattled through the chamber. Around a long rectangular table sat his top circle: Logan, the blunt enforcer with fists like sledgehammers; Vanessa, razor-sharp and venomous, her cold beauty disguising cruelty; Troy, the tactician, thin-framed but sharp-eyed; Mickey, wild and unpredictable, a man who laughed too easily at violence; and Dwayne, loyal to the bone, steady as a rock.Clinton moved to the head of the table, his steps deliberate, his smirk fixed like a blade ready to cut. His presence drew silence instan
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Chapter: Chapter 68: Shadows of the MazeClinton’s smirk deepened as he stepped closer, hands tucked behind his back like a man savoring the show.“You fools,” he drawled, his voice carrying a razor’s edge. “All this blood… all this effort… and still no Lexi. Do you really think you’ll see her again? Let me spare you the false hope—you won’t.”Jones’s fists tightened until the knuckles cracked. His chest heaved with fury. “Say her name again,” he growled, stepping forward, “and I swear, Clinton, I’ll—”Clinton cut him off, his voice laced with venomous amusement. “You’ll do nothing. You can’t do anything. You’re rats in my maze, scrambling, biting, gnawing at shadows. And Lexi… she screams in silence, waiting for the inevitable.” He tilted his head, his grin sharp. “And you won’t try any fucking shit about it.”“Bastard!” Jones exploded forward like a storm breaking loose, his rage boiling over. His crew shouted after him—“Jones, wait!”—but he didn’t hear. His eyes were locked only on Clinton, on the smirk that mocked him, o
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Chapter: Chapter 67: The Bloodied PathThe night stretched long and merciless, the shadows of Blackwood College twisting into something monstrous as Jones and his crew pressed deeper into enemy territory. Their breaths came in harsh rhythm, the sting of sweat mixing with the bitter taste of fear and fury. But still—no Lexi. No trace. No hope. Only the gnawing ache of time slipping away. “Damn it!” Jace spat, slamming a fist against the wall as they checked another wing, empty. His voice cracked with frustration. “It’s like she vanished into thin air!” “She’s here,” Jones said firmly, his voice low, unwavering. His eyes burned with resolve. “Clinton wants us to believe otherwise. But he wouldn’t risk moving her. Not yet.” Victor gritted his teeth. “So we keep searching. Floor by floor. Room by room. She can’t stay hidden forever.” But Jasmine shook her head, unease etching her face. “This doesn’t feel right. Too quiet. Too…” Her words were drowned by the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate. From the darkness ahead,
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Chapter: Chapter 66: The Edge of Despair The night air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved swiftly through Blackwood College, their eyes sharp, their minds locked on one mission—finding Lexi before it was too late. The dim corridors echoed with their hurried footsteps as they scoured every possible hiding place, but the deeper they searched, the more frustration gnawed at them.No trace. No sign. No Lexi.Jones clenched his fists as they regrouped near the abandoned east wing. Jasmine’s brows were furrowed, her breathing heavy. “Nothing,” she muttered, shaking her head. “We’ve checked every damn place Clinton could’ve hidden her.”Kendra leaned against the wall, frustration lacing her voice. “He’s playing us.”Victor exhaled sharply. “No—he’s outsmarting us. Again.”Jones’s eyes darkened. His mind was racing, turning over every detail. Clinton was always two steps ahead—but he wasn’t invincible. There had to be a crack in his strategy.Jace frowned, scanning the group. “So what now? We can’t keep running aroun
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Chapter: Chapter 65: No Mercy, No Escape The door swung open with a forceful creak, and before Lexi could react—CRACK!A fresh wave of agony tore through her body as the whip lashed across her exposed back. The pain burned hotter than before, forcing a strangled gasp from her throat.Clinton stood before her, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as he dragged the whip across the floor. “I thought you’d have learned your lesson by now,” he murmured, rolling the handle in his grip.Lexi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, but she refused to let him see her break. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit down, suppressing a scream.CRACK!Another lash. This time across her ribs.Her body convulsed against the pain, her wrists straining against the cuffs, but it was useless. Clinton had made sure of that.The sound of rattling chains echoed in the dim room as he stepped closer, dropping a second set of handcuffs onto the floor beside her. “I’ll admit,” he said, crouching so that their eyes met, “you surprised
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