All Chapters of The Poor Student Turns Out To Be A Second Generation Heir!: Chapter 91
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Chapter 91: Wait!
"Sure, I understand the terms," Lawrence nodded, simultaneously shocked by how much money could be earned from a single fight.He had always operated under the assumption that everyone was mostly broke and that poor people had very few avenues to make significant money. But here it was—a brutal, high-risk path that offered a life-changing sum in a single night.Not that he needed this particular path anymore, but the principle was eye-opening."Great. Since that's all settled, get ready to go on stage. The Brutal Man will be out shortly," Big Grundy said, his voice tinged with excitement at the spectacle to come.Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted from the other side of the arena. "Didn't the Brutal Man just finish a fight? Why is he coming out again?"Lawrence looked over and saw a dark-skinned, incredibly burly man walking into the stark light of the ring.He stood over two meters tall, with muscles like sculpted rock covering his entire frame. His face was
Chapter 92: I Bet Another 1 Million!
Chapter 92: I Bet Another 1 Million!"It's understandable. A kid like him can't possibly stand up to the Brutal Man.""I think so too. Isn't this just a suicide mission?"Big Grundy also looked at Lawrence, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Law, if you've changed your mind, you still have time to back out. For Miss Vivian's sake, I can allow it."His tone made it clear that once both fighters officially stepped onto the stage, there was truly no turning back.Lawrence offered a wry smile and shook his head. "No, Sir Grundy, you've misunderstood. I just want to ask if I, as the fighter, am also allowed to place a bet. Is that permissible?""You want to place a bet?" Big Grundy was taken aback. He glanced at Lawrence with renewed interest and replied, "Of course you can. But you can only bet on yourself to win."The rule was a necessary precaution. Otherwise, if a fighter bet a large sum on their opponent and then took a dive or forfeited immediately, they could easily scam the ho
Chapter 93: About To Fight
The moment Big Grundy's announcement echoed through the arena, everyone's attention instantly snapped away from Vivian and locked onto the two figures in the ring.The Brutal Man clenched his fists, the knuckles popping with a series of sickening cracks. He stared at Lawrence with a cold, predatory smile twisting his features."Kid, you really think you can defeat me within three minutes?" he growled, his voice a low rumble of contempt. "That's the funniest damn joke I've ever heard in my life."He sneered, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. "Just watch. I'm going to punch your pretty little head into pieces."As he spoke, he ran a thick tongue over his lips and took a single, massive step forward.The entire wooden platform of the arena shuddered violently under his weight. With his immense physical strength and boiling bloodlust, he seemed to transform into an enraged, golden Buddha statue, poised to crush Lawrence where he stood.In this world, the path of Martial Arts was sai
Chapter 94: A Price For Mistake
The moment Lawrence committed to the punch, he stopped being a ghost and became a target. A vicious, triumphant grin split the Brutal Man’s face. The "opening" had been a feint, a trap laid by a veteran predator for an eager amateur.Instead of pulling back to defend, the Brutal Man simply absorbed the blow. Lawrence's fist connected with a solid thud, but it was like punching a brick wall. The man’s core muscles were iron-hard, and the punch did little more than annoy him.But the real damage was done to Lawrence's rhythm. For a split second, he was stationary, off-balance, his body extended."That's it! He took the bait!" a voice cackled from the darkness.The Brutal Man’s left hand, which had been held back, shot out faster than a cobra. It wasn't a fist this time, but a claw-like grip that clamped around Lawrence's still-extended forearm with crushing force.CRACK.A sickening sound, not quite a break but a severe strain of tendons and bone, echoed in Lawrence's own skull as a jol
Chapter 95: NO! MY MONEY!
The stunned silence in the arena was thicker than blood. Two seconds was an eternity in a fight.For Lawrence, it was a lifeline.Agony screamed from his ribs with every ragged breath, but his mind, sharpened by survival, was screaming louder. Move.He rolled from under the Brutal Man’s rigid foot, the movement clumsy and pained. The giant remained standing, a quivering monument to his own confusion, his nervous system still rebooting from the unexpected jolt.A roar of protest erupted from the crowd."He’s getting up!""What’s wrong with Brutal Man? Finish him!""IS HE SLEEPING?!""Goddamnit! What happened?!""Is the effect of steroids kicking in mid fight?!"Their cries were fueled by panic now, the scent of their vanishing money overpowering the scent of blood. Vivian’s hands flew to her mouth, her earlier despair replaced by heart-pounding, impossible hope.'Maybe he can be the first to defeat Brutal Man?' She thought inwardly with apprehension.Lawrence staggered to his feet, his
Chapter 96: Payment
"Money... My one million!" Many viewers were openly wailing, their earlier greed replaced by the cold shock of loss. Just moments ago, they had believed Big Grundy was handing out free money and had even complained that the one-million betting cap was too stingy.Now, they had lost their entire principal, watching it vanish alongside the Brutal Man's unbeaten streak."This 'Law'..." Big Grundy, standing at the edge of the stage, watched Lawrence with eyes that flickered with deep calculation. While Lawrence had technically cost him a payout to Vivian, the sheer volume of bets he had collected from the overconfident crowd meant he had still profited massively, netting over twenty million for himself.Of course, a man of Big Grundy's stature wouldn't lose his composure over a mere twenty million. The true value lay in the fighter himself. Lawrence, despite not appearing overwhelmingly strong, had used some unknown method to defeat his top contender. That mysterious trick, combined with
Chapter 97: Do You Know, You're Not the Only One Experiencing This?
Vivian didn't insist on the money, gracefully accepting his refusal. "Okay then. But since you were instrumental in me winning such a staggering amount, the least I can do is treat you to a meal another day. You won't refuse me that, will you?"She gave him a charming, persuasive smile. "Give me your phone number, and I will contact you when the time comes."Vivian had already been this persistent, and Lawrence felt it would be churlish to refuse a simple meal. He reluctantly recited his number for her.Ahem...Suddenly, a light, deliberate cough cut through the night air, immediately catching Lawrence's attention. When he turned to see who it was, a stiff, guilty smile slowly spread across his face. He looked like a child who had sworn to his parents he wouldn't go to the forbidden quarry, only to be caught red-handed with muddy shoes."Ah, Sir Albert! You... frequent this place...? Hehehe, that's a surprise," Lawrence said with a nervous laugh, looking at the impeccably dressed man
Chapter 98: The Hidden World
The limousine seemed to shrink around Lawrence, the luxurious interior feeling more like a confessional booth where world-shattering secrets were being exchanged. Albert’s words hung in the air, dense and unbelievable.You are not the only one.“What do you mean?” Lawrence finally managed to whisper, his voice hoarse. “There are others?”Albert’s calm demeanor had returned, but it was now layered with a grave seriousness. “As of my last intelligence briefing, there have been over eight hundred documented cases within Freedom Country alone. Individuals who, like you, simply vanish from their beds. Some reappear minutes, hours, or days later. Some are found dead, their bodies… ravaged by things we cannot explain. And a small, distinct subset return alive, fundamentally changed.”Lawrence’s mind reeled, trying to process the scale. “Eight hundred? How… how is this not the only thing on the news? This would be a global panic!”A faint, weary smile touched Albert’s lips. “The government, y
Chapter 99: Monsters
'My head hurts!'Lawrence had no idea how long he had been asleep. The moment consciousness returned, a dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind his eyes.However, his muddled brain snapped into instant, chilling clarity the second he saw the ruined, water-stained ceiling above him.He sat bolt upright, his eyes frantically scanning his surroundings."Shit! I'm back in the Alternate World!"The curse escaped his lips in a horrified whisper, and he felt a desperate, sinking feeling that was dangerously close to tears.The light filtering through the broken window was a sickly, dusky gray. The floor and the lone table were thick with undisturbed dust. The Michael Jackson poster was now a faded, yellowed relic, the iconic face twisted into a ghastly semblance by decay. Countless spider webs hung like ragged veils from the walls and corners. The forgotten fruit on the table was a fuzzy, multicolored mound of mold, and the ones beneath had liquefied into a pool of black, putrid sludge.The alumi
Chapter 100: Fighting Monsters
A cold knot of fear tightened in Lawrence’s stomach as he watched the neighboring courtyard gate swing wide open. The pack of fish-headed monsters relentlessly swung their clubs, beating the lifeless form on the ground with a rhythmic, sickening finality. He had never seen the man before, but the man’s earlier, slurred words made it clear he was another displaced soul from Lawrence’s world. And he was the complete opposite of Lawrence. Where Lawrence had been hyper-vigilant from his first moment here, this man had been recklessly oblivious, a fact that baffled Lawrence. When he woke up, didn't he see the extreme decay? Didn't he feel the wrongness in the air? Lawrence wondered. The only explanation was that the man was still severely intoxicated, mistaking this nightmare for a drunken hallucination or a bad dream. It was a fatal error. The monsters’ clubs, though less than half a meter long, had round, heavy heads that inflicted devastating damage. Under the relentless pounding from