All Chapters of THE REN UPGRADE: MONSTERS WITHIN : Chapter 11
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11: Dragon Lore
The bikers thought they could take him. But they were very wrong. As they readied their firearms, Ren moved like lightning. They were determined to kill him, but the bullets did not stop him, even though they rained non-stop. This gathered the attention of passersby. How could a man withstand a rain of bullets into his body? Why would anyone do this in broad daylight? Phones were swiped out, cameras rolled into the action. Ren channeled the basic phase of his Okdu training in a split second. He took one power flight in the air and sent his foot flying into the firearms. CRACK! CRACKKKK! All three flew out of the grasps of the alarmed bikers. A collective gasp rose from the audience. Descending, Ren slammed into the first biker with a roar of rage. Taking the other two with him. He knocked them into the interlocked floor of the sidewalk. SLAM!Their bikes crashed to the floor. THUD!“You dare disrupt my moment with the damsel!” he roared, reaching for the nearest lamppost. The s
12: Aura Of The Guardian Ninja
HUFF. HUFF. Colin Reeves panted heavily. He was handicapped. His plans had crashed even before they could properly take flight. He looked up at Ren Carter like a servant did its master. “Please…let me go. Your hands…”Ren snatched his fingers away like they were hot coals. Colin collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Red, angry welts wrapped around his neck. A tiny trail of smoke billowed in the space between them.“Speak,” Ren spat, his jaw twitching. After a few moments, Colin was able to catch his breath. “I…I could not just sit back and watch you take the position I've prepared for, a-all these years.”He was the often neglected and overlooked son of Dominic Reeves. A medical intern who always failed to impress his high-standard father. So when the nobody intern came from nowhere and claimed his birthright, he decided to pull the first stop he could find. Sending contract killers after Ren. But as it turned out, those contract killers had failed. Now he had to face the wra
13: A Blessing Or A Curse?
“Damn it! I need more gauze! Suction! Use your fucking hands!” A loud beep cut across the chaos. It rose higher and faster. The patient monitor was blaring. Reporting the state of the patient's vitals—A forewarning.There was a suffocating air of panic in the surgery room as the operating surgeon spat commands at his assistants. From the way his fingers trembled against the bleeding shoulder, anyone could tell things were getting quite out of hand for him. It was alarming to his assistants, because Dr. Maki was the best at what he did. He was ranked top for his composure in the surgery room, above anything else. But today, the case seemed to be different. Or maybe…it was just Hana Blackthorn who got unlucky. An artery in her shoulder had been nicked and there was an outrageous overflow of blood. She was under a heavy dose of anesthesia, so she was aloof to the fact that she might just be on her way to bleeding to her death on the table. And this was all because she decided to h
14: Is The New Director A Clown Or A Maniac?
Two days later, Hana Blackthorn was in her bedroom in the big Blackthorn mansion. She was surrounded by luxury and bright colors, but she did not seem happy. She munched and crunched on a cylinder of chips that sat in front of her on the bed. Her eyes were glued to the TV screen. This was what she considered a depressed fit. Wasting away in bed on a work day. Suffocating in the same house as her father and brothers. Two days ago, she had been fighting for her life without even knowing it. But today, somehow, that gunshot wound was considerably healed—After the director operated on her himself.Hana was curious about Ren Carter. If she even had her way…she could do a story on him—About his rise from internship to power. From inmate to hospital director.He used to be a simple dude whose existence was just as mundane as his looks. But after he walked out of that penitentiary…out of that explosion…unscathed—He became a different man, a dashing man. A genius of some sort—Now he spe
15: Operation Rebel 1.0
“These entities are beginning to go berserk in my head.”Ren paced the length and width of his bedroom back at the private quarters. Juno stood with his spine stiff by the door, his expression locked in deep thought.“It's the dragon,” Juno replied. “I think it's been berserk since the first day.”Ren threw his hands in the air. Agitation coursed through him in tumultuous waves. “How do you know it's the dragon?” “The guardian ninja is not a reckless spirit.” Juno’s face was straight as a ruler. “I reckon it was the dragon behind all the reckless acts you've performed so far.”Ren’s chest flared hot and he stepped in Juno’s face. “So, now a tiny twerp like you think I'm reckless too?”Juno held Ren’s gaze without blinking, his jaw ticking. “I know it's not you speaking right now, Young Master. Can you let him have control of his body for a single moment?”“SHUT IT!” Ren snarled in Juno's face as he swiped his throat in a tight grip. “You dare speak down to me? You think you match up
16: Genius Of A New Kind
Ren thought his first week at work would take a smooth bow out now that the rumors were beginning to die down a little bit.But the executives were not letting him off easy.The memory of the damage he'd caused was not fading out anytime soon. An emergency board meeting was called to discuss his inauguration. But the only thing they ended up lamenting about was how horrible he was for the image of the hospital. They mentioned the videos that circulated the internet for a while. They even displayed them on the projector.A powering Ren Carter had been turned into action GIFs. Short reels of him taking flight were topping the charts—Viral tiktok edits were made about his power moves, sensational music playing in the background. He was a real internet sensation within one month of leaving the penitentiary—But for the wrong things.“This cannot work, Mr. Carter,” Cole Wang, chairman of the board, stated in a clear tone. “We don't exactly know what you are, or how you convinced Mr. Re
17: Operation Rebel 2.0
The wedding happened on Saturday morning. Hana showed up at the Shibuya city office at 10am, dressed in a simple, immaculate white dress and white stilettos. But—Ren Carter was nowhere to be seen. Not even a whiff of him hung in the corners. After about fifteen minutes, Hana began to panic. She checked her phone about a hundred times. Different thoughts crossed her mind. Was she wrong? Did she hallucinate this whole thing? Ren did tell her that the wedding would happen today, at this very registry. He gave the time too... Did she hear him wrong?A few moments of awkwardly sitting on the reception bench and having everyone throw her awkward glances, passed by. She was scared that one of these people might recognize her and tattle to her family. She couldn't risk that. So, she whipped her phone out and dialed Ren’s number.A few rings later, the line connected. It was loud and chaotic on the other end. Followed by a loud whooshing sound.“Hello? Mr. Carter?”“Hana, I'm on my way!”
18: Attack At Shibuya
Blood drained from Hana's face. She glared at him, horrified. Juno cast a helpless glance at Ren before he stepped towards Hana. “I'll apologize on his behalf, miss. He had too much to drink last night—”Hana squared her shoulders and flicked her hair back. “I don’t care. Can we just get this over with? I’ve got work to do.”Meanwhile, Zara snatched her fingers away from Ren’s grip. “Is everything okay with your head?”“What?” Ren shrugged casually, still grinning. “It's a way of greeting.” He seemed aloof to a quietly sulking Hana, his gaze entirely locked on Zara. At the moment, he was not himself. Juno could see it was the leery dragon blazing through. He'd done enough observation to be able to tell.He moved close to Ren and his voice dropped to a hushed whisper. “We should get going. We have other engagements tonight, you know.”Ren heaved a sigh and moved away from Zara. Hana was already a few steps ahead, her spine stiff as a rod. “What are you running from?” he asked as he
19: Are Shadow Sovereigns Usually Tardy MFs?
“The Blackthorn family are ruthless people you don't want to mess with.” Richard Zen folded the sleeves of his jacket and adjusted his glasses. He fixed Hana a cold and clinical stare as she pulled the helmet off. “They've asked me to bring you home, Young Miss.” Helmet in hand, Ren turned and cocked his brows at Hana. “You're a Youngin too, huh?” Hana rolled her eyes at him. “This is not the time to joke around. We've just been accosted by the managing director of Blackthorn group. Got any idea how we can get around the situation?” Ren cleared his throat and turned away from her. Alright, fiery dragon, show me what you've got, he pleaded silently. But there was silence inside him. No deep stirring of fire. No chaos or confidence. At the moment, he was just plain ordinary Ren…the very personality he did not need for the current situation. Hello?? Dragon man? I need some help here. A mocking laugh echoed in his head. >>This wench is a rude one. She's your problem to de
20: Criteria For Ascension
In the grand underground layout of Nakim academy, three hundred students were gathered, awaiting the arrival of the shadow sovereign. The young master. The man who was supposed to take the seat tonight as the Headmaster. However, he was running forty-five minutes late. Juno paced about the front court of the academy restlessly. He dialed Ren’s number repeatedly, but there was not even a single response. He wondered if he made a mistake trusting Ren to get Hana and head over to the academy, all on his own. Could he be trusted to do anything right? Could he have bailed out already? Juno strongly doubted the possibility. Yet, he could not understand why Ren was not there yet…or taking his calls. Someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned to find Masaki Kai standing there in his heavy robe. A deep frown marred the older man’s features. “What excuse do you have for your Young Master this time?” Juno immediately assumed a straight posture, hands behind his back. “I believe he'