Zack walked up to me and grabbed me by the collar of my uniform. "Who the hell are you? Who are you to lay a hand on my kid?!" He yelled at me.At that moment, my tattoo glowed again. At first, I thought I was going to be tasked with another mission, but then… I saw a cryptic message in front of me. "What are you looking at?" Zack asked with a frown on his face. "You need to let the kid go, Mr Zack. If not, I am calling the security!" Arnold said with anger. "Go ahead! Call anyone you want to call, but that won't save you." Zack yelled. I looked around, and I could see the look on their faces.The students. Some of them were scared, while some were enjoying the show. Their phones are up as usual. "Don't you play dead with me, boy!" Zack yelled, tightening the collar around my neck. I could feel the life choked out of me. But then another message came in. [ DING ! ] [ Hellish system message: Expose Mr Zack's adultery life. ] [ Hellish reward ; $12,000,000. ] I burst out into

Everyone stopped to look at me.The hall is well silent. I didn't only stop only Frank Carter but I managed to stop his father too. The school was in shock and even the Dean could not express himself. They all stood still looking at me. I was the wonder kid. The hero, who put the Carter's in their place. "You did it." Felix walked up to me and said silently into my ears. I could literally feel the goosebumps on my skin. Where did all of that come from? Was it the tattoo underneath my skin or have I had it all inside of me all this while? [ Student chanting ] The students began to slowly chant my name in unison while I couldn't stop laughing. It was epic and I was happy that I could stand up for myself and many students the Carter's had trampled on. " Can we all slow down one bit." Mr Arnold said looking at me. " We all know the Carter's dominate this school and a lot of things could go wrong with what happened today." The hallway was silent now with the atmosphere charged

The Rabbits were already waiting for me. "Sorry I am late." I smiled at Deacon. "It is alright. We figured there might be something holding you up." Deacon replied."Hello, Vanessa," I said with a smile." Shall we?" the man seated in front of us said, looking at the three of us."All you need to do is pen your signature here." He said, patting a space for our signature.We signed immediately, and thus, my name changed from Ethan Summerville to Rabbit.As we headed out of the adoption office, Deacon looked at me. "I can't believe you are now officially our son.""I wouldn't have believed I could be a mother once more. Thank you for finding us, Ethan." Vanessa said and hugged me.For the first time, I felt what it was like having a mother. "We are going to try our best to make sure we discharge our duties as your parents. I hope you don't mind living with us." Deacon said, looking at me.I scratched my temple and looked at both of them. "Actually, I was hoping you could come live with

I still don't understand what the system meant by saving Mr Arnold. I knew Frank was shady but then I wasn't expecting him to go far with his threat. I was having a lot of people I needed to protect. I need to protect my new parents and I also need to protect Felix who was always scared of his act coming to bite him in the ass. " You need to ease up man." I said looking at him one sunny afternoon. " Frank doesn't need to know you are working for me. You need to play it cool like you have always done." " I am not sure about that, Ethan. Have you seen the way he had been staring at me these days? I think he knows." Felix said with a shaky breath that almost made me laugh. " Are you you for real? You need to calm yourself. This is the best thing you can do to help Frontale University grow. With you beside me, we can take down all the kingpin's in the campus. Won't that be nice?" There was a moment of silence. " Then if you want me to keep working for you then you will have to promi

The cold night air bit at my skin as I approached Mr. Arnold’s house. The glow from the streetlamps cast elongated shadows across the pavement, but it was the glow beneath my hoodie that gave me strength. My tattoos throbbed faintly with power, alive, responding to the danger ahead. I could feel it—this wasn’t going to be a simple scare tactic. Whoever Frank had sent wasn’t here just to send a message.I crept through the hedge bordering the front lawn, my senses heightened. I could hear muffled voices inside, low and threatening. A sharp crash followed—a chair being overturned, maybe. Mr. Arnold’s voice rose briefly in protest, then was silenced with a grunt. My jaw tightened.From my position beside the front porch, I could make out three silhouettes moving through the living room, one of them significantly bulkier than the others. A fourth figure lay crumpled on the floor—Mr. Arnold, I assumed.I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the small blade I kept for situations like