All Chapters of The Pauper Who Ruled the Campus: Chapter 31
- Chapter 40
113 chapters
Chapter 31: The Line Is Drawn
The hall went dead silent.Jackson’s words hung in the air like thick smoke.“That car doesn’t belong to Marcus.”For a long second, nobody moved. Then, the crowd began to split right down the middle. One side started nodding, with their faces looking relieved.“It makes sense." one guy muttered. “He’s just the face of Galaxy Corporation for the night.”“Exactly." a girl added. “They sent him here to make a scene. Of course, they’d give him a crazy car to win the show. It’s just marketing.”Their voices were calm and logical. They were trying to make the world feel normal again. They wanted Marcus to be just a student so they wouldn't feel so small.But on the other side of the hall, the mood was different.“No way." a student hissed. “That doesn’t add up.”“After everything Jackson did to him? You really believe Jackson now?”A girl crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at the stage. “What if this is just another setup? What if Jackson is just trying to make Marcus look small again?”
Chapter 32: Red Lights
The giant LED screen above the track flickered, sending a blue glow over the hundreds of students gathered below. They pushed and shoved, trying to get a better view of the bright white text appearing on the large screen. The brackets were being set.The first name appeared. Baron Thorn.The crowd cheered.“There he is! The king!”“Look at that car!”Baron’s silver Aston Martin Vantage GT3 sat under the floodlights like a sleeping shark. It was low, wide, and looked more like a fighter jet than a car. With a massive V8 engine and a body made of pure carbon fiber, it was built for the race track. It didn't just look fast, it looked hungry. Baron stood by the door, completely calm, as if the race was already over.The next name displayed. Emmanuel Geno.A wave of cheers followed, but they weren't as loud. His Mercedes Benz AMG C63 growled from the starting line. It was a beast with over 500 horsepower, but everyone knew the truth it was a street car. It wasn't a monster like Baron’s GT3
Chapter 33: The Cannon
For a few seconds, the entire atmosphere went quiet. Nobody cheered or whispered.The white hypercar sat under the massive floodlights like a ghost from another planet. It was smooth, low, and perfect. The engine didn't roar, it hummed with a deep, controlled power that made the air around it vibrate.The giant digital billboard above the track flickered to life, showing the matchup:On the left side was Jackson Quinn with his Ferrari SF90 StradaleAnd on the right side is Gold X which is Marcus.The spectators started talking.“It’s really him!”“Marcus came back!”“Look at that car! Is that even real?!”Phones were held high and some people climbed onto their chairs just to get a glimpse. Even the other pro drivers leaned out of their windows to stare. Marcus didn’t move. He sat inside the machine worth fifty million dollars, a car so rare that only two exist on Earth.It was a monster made of carbon titanium with four turbochargers and over 1,500 horsepower. It looked quiet and at
Chapter 34: No Limits
GREEN.The world turned into a blur of light and noise. Both cars launched forward at the exact same moment. The rear of the cars dipped low as the weight shifted, and the front ends lifted toward the sky. Tires screamed as they accelerated against the hot asphalt and thousands of horsepower fought for grip.But this time, Marcus didn't play around. He didn't wait for a second. The white hypercar launched like a weapon with no delay showing no mercy. It shot forward like a missile leaving a launchpad, violent, smooth, and perfectly controlled.Jackson’s face twisted in panic. He slammed his foot down harder, forcing his car for more. The Ferrari SF90 Stradale howled like a wounded animal. The twin turbo V8 screamed at the redline while the electric motors kicked in, pushing nearly 1,000 horsepower through the wheels.But Marcus was already gone.His carbon titanium monster gripped the track like it owned the ground beneath it. All four turbos spooled up at once, making a sound like a
Chapter 35: A Split Second
The white and silver cars screamed across the finish line, like two streaks of light cutting through the dark.Then, the arena became quiet.No cheers.No screams.No shouting.The only sound was the wind and the ticking of hot engines. Hundreds of people stood there, frozen, with their eyes wide, and hearts hammering against their ribs. The silence was heavy. It was suffocating.Then, the first whisper started like a cold wind.“Who won?”“Was it Marcus?”“No… I think Baron took it.”People leaned over the railings, their faces pale under the floodlights. They stared at the finish line like it was a ghost.On the track, the two monsters slowed down. Baron didn't wait. He ripped his helmet off and stepped out of his silver machine. He looked at the crowd and raised a fist.“That was mine!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the stands. “You all saw it! My car was faster!”Marcus stepped out of his white hypercar slowly. He moved like a shadow. He pulled off his helmet, his face calm an
Chapter 36: The Night That Changed Everything
For a long time after the roar of Marcus’s engine faded, no one moved.The white smoke from his tires still hung in the air like a ghost. Freya stood frozen, staring at the empty, dark road where he had vanished. Beside her, Emmanuel blinked slowly, his mouth slightly open.“Did… did that actually just happen?” he whispered.Freya let out a long breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her shoulders finally dropped. “He didn't even stay for the trophy." she said, her voice full of wonder. “He just won everything and walked away.”Around them, the crowd was a mess. The loud, cocky shouting from earlier was gone. Now, there was only confusion. People looked at each other, their faces pale under the bright track lights. They looked uncomfortable.A tall guy by the stands rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his feet. “Was that really him?” he asked his friend. “The same Marcus we were making fun of all night?”“No way." the friend muttered, shaking his head. “That couldn't have be
Chapter 37: The Owner
"I don't care. Cooperate or we’ll make you leave." the guard growled, his grip tightening on Marcus’s arm.The girls huddled on the floor, their eyes gleaming with a nasty kind of victory. They weren't just winning, they were enjoying it."Arrogant little brat." one whispered loud enough for the by standers to hear. "He probably rented that car with his life savings."The guards didn't hold back. They grabbed Marcus roughly, their fingers digging into his skin. They started dragging him toward the exit, as if he were a piece of trash being cleared away.Suddenly, the garage filled with the glow of a hundred phone screens. People were recording, laughing, and jeering."Look at him now!" a guy shouted, pointing his camera."Fake rich kid getting kicked to the curb!"The girls followed behind, giggling and mocking his every step. "Trying to act so important." one sneered. "How pathetic."Marcus didn't struggle. He didn't shout. He didn't even try to explain himself. He just walked as the
Chapter 38: The $800 Million Lesson
The man in the leather throne leaned back, a wry smirk formed across his face. He looked at Marcus like he was a bug on a windshield. The models around him didn't even hide their disgust, they whispered insults like they were spitting venom.“Look at him." one girl sneered, twirling a lock of hair. “He’s just a kid in a cheap hoodie. A little street rat playing dress up.”Marcus didn't blink, he didn't get angry, and he didn't even raise his voice. “If you think I’m a fake." Marcus said, his voice smooth and unhurried. “then you have nothing to worry about. Unless, of course, you can’t prove you own this place.”The man let out a harsh, jagged laugh. “Oh, you’ve got guts, kid. I’ll give you that. But look at you. You’re wearing clothes that cost less than my socks.” He snapped his fingers at a passing waiter. “Hey! Throw this trash out. He’s ruining my appetite.”The waiter stopped. She looked at the man, then she looked at Marcus. The moment her eyes landed on the boy in the hoodie,
Chapter 39: Black Doves
The air in the lounge felt colder and no one moved. The words Marcus had spoken felt like a physical weight pressing down on everyone’s chest.Two hundred million dollars before he takes a single step.The bright, expensive lights seemed to dim, and even the background music cut out, leaving a silence that made people uncomfortable.Jeff stood up slowly. He didn't look scared.He adjusted his thick gold watch as if he were just bored, but his fingers were trembling slightly.“This is a joke." he said, his voice steady but his jaw clenched slightly. “Who gave a kid like you the right to talk like that in my hotel? If you keep pushing this, you’ll be disgraced. You think a little money makes you a god? I can ruin your life before the sun comes up.”The models around him started chirping again, trying to find their courage. “Yeah!” one snapped, crossing her arms. “If you’re the owner, prove it! Pay the bill and show him who’s boss!”Another laughed nervously, looking around at the gold
Chapter 40: The Wrong Nest
Rosaria’s chest heaved, her breath came in heavy gasps, and her finger shook violently against the trigger. She looked like a cornered animal, terrified, but still ready to bite.Jack stood three steps away, unfazed by the weapon aimed at him.Beside her was Jeff. His eyes scanned the room nervously, and heavy beads of sweat covered his head.Jack adjusted his leather gloves, like he was preparing for a surgery.“Drop the weapon,” Jack said, his voice cold and commanding. “You get one easy choice. Or we do this the hard way.”Rosaria laughed half heartedly. “You think you scare me?” she snapped. “Do you even know who we are?”Jack smirked.“Yes.”“This is your last chance. Drop. "It"—Jack stretched the words.Suddenly, Jeff moved. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a folding knife. Then he swung it, aiming straight for Jack’s throat.At the exact same time—BANG!Rosaria fired.The bullet hit Jack in the thigh. His leg jerked back from the impact, but he didn't fall or groan.