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Chapter one hundred and thirty seven
Dully's pov This all looks like a set up. Fred asking me to be his friend and help him take down Damain. It was what I wanted but then I remembered Bernard left me for a reason. I should have been killed. But he chose not to end my life right there. I winced as I felt one of my ribs broken. I don't know how Fred did it but he had become stronger and faster. There was something about him I still didn't understand. He moved more like a robot than an actual human being. My eye was fixed on him and his words kept resonating in my ears. What are the wining chances of me getting the life I wanted if I chose to help him? Can I really come out of the shadow and be free? Ever since I recovered from my injuries, I have been trying to stay off grid and watch Damian from the sideline. I noticed he had been doing all sorts of training and he was also becoming stronger. Not for himself but because of me. The bell ring and I rushed towards Fred throwing a few punches. I missed as he moved
Chapter one hundred and thirty six
The phone’s screen glowed in the darkness as I stood frozen, breath caught in my throat. I hadn't heard from it in a while—the distinct ding of the system. The damn thing had gone radio silent after my last fight, leaving me high and dry. I thought it had abandoned me like it said it would. Left me to claw my way through life the old-fashioned way: with blood, sweat, and broken bones. But now… [SYSTEM ALERT: Get him to be your friend ] [ SYSTEM REWARD; $1,000,000] I knew making Dully to be my friend was going to be very tough and he was not going to be as easy as I thought. Besides, I have to fight him without the help of the system. If the system wanted him on my side so bad then why didn't it just give me the power to win? I shoved the phone into my pocket, shouldered my duffel, and stepped into the waiting car. It was sleek, black, silent—like the night itself had sent it. I didn’t ask the driver anything. He didn’t speak either. We both knew why I was there. Tw
chapter one hundred and thirty five
Federick's POV The card felt heavier than it should have. Just a small, dark rectangle with golden ink that caught the light in odd ways, almost like it was alive. There was no name, no title—just a number. It looked like something out of a spy movie, and yet it was very real. I turned it over again, contemplating the consequences.The thought of if I should do it or not gnawed at me. But I need to meet with him. If he could get me the fight that I wanted then it was going to be the best thing. I had no idea who the benefactor really was. All I knew was that someone—someone with money, power, and reach—had taken an interest in me. That could mean salvation or damnation. But at this point, what did I really have to lose? The phone felt slick in my hand as I dialed the number. It rang once. Twice. Then—click. A silence stretched, long enough that I thought the line had dropped. Then a voice came through, smooth, deep, and eerily calm. "I was wondering when you would call." I swal
Chapter one hundred and thirty four
FEDERICK'S POV I had just three days to make Hemsworth see that I was the man for his daughter, and I also had three days to my next fight. I remembered what the nurse told me about my injury. I was not to fight for at least three months.To make matters worse, the system has told me it was not going to help me in the next fight. I need to fight my opponent any way I see fit. I looked at the bandage and chewed on some words only I heard. I need to train, and also I have not been farting. I needed to release as much as I could fart. I walked up to the table in front of me to grab a bottle of water, but then my hand shook so badly that the glass cup fell off my bed and crashed into the floor."Damn it!" I said in anger. Whatever Damian and his cronies did to me did a number on me. I felt like going towards the university grounds and making them pay. I know what I was capable of doing, but I wasn't sure if I could handle Axle. He asked, still the only one who scared me. I grabbed
Chapter one hundred and thirty three
FREDERICK'S POV The beeping sound of the machine echoes faintly. I felt my body was on fire. My body hurts, and my knuckles were aching so badly I felt like dipping them into ice. My eyelid slid open, and I looked at where I was. My breathing was a bit rough when I remembered what Damian and his cronies had done to me. The last thing I remembered was the impaling of my back. I touched my abdomen, and I saw it had been bandaged. I tried to get up, but I fell down, groaning in pain. My next fight was in just a few days. I needed to be ready, and also I needed to meet the mystery Damian. His twin. I tried to get out of the hospital and take a walk. The room was a bit stuffy. I was about to push the door open when I saw one of the nurses walk in with a tray containing a syringe on it. " You are not supposed to be up, Mr Fred." She said, Helping me go back to the bed. "How long have I been like this?" I asked, staring at her. She looked at her word watch, "Exactly ei
Chapter one hundred and thirty two
The cold air bit at my skin as I sprinted down the narrow hallway, my feet echoing against the concrete. My mind screamed at me to go back, to turn around, but I couldn’t—I shouldn’t. Frederick needed help. He was bleeding. He was dying.“Hold on, Fred,” I whispered between gasps, “just hold on.”I burst out into the night, the moon slicing through clouds like a silver blade. My trembling fingers fumbled for my phone, but it was gone—probably lost back there in the chaos. I cursed under my breath. My eyes darted around. There had to be someone—anyone.Then I saw her.“Ginger!” I screamed.The tall, raven-haired girl turned sharply, her face hardening the moment she saw me. Her boots clicked against the pavement as she ran toward me.“Where is he?” she asked, gripping my shoulders.I and Ginger were never friends. We just walked past each other at school and said nothing but just a 'hello' to each other. “Inside. They're all in there—Damian, Axel, and Axle. They’re going to kill him.
Chapter one hundred and thirty one
FREDERICK'S POV I think I am finally understanding the power of the system I had. It wasn't just about the money. It was more. The way they moved, throwing each punch and jab, was something I needed months and years of hard training for. But yet, I didn't want Damian to know I was the Ghost who had fought in the dungeon. Meeting him in the finals was something I had always wanted, but then I needed to find his brother. The only person who can help me take him down. Pain was a familiar thing now. It burnt through my knee, flared in my ribs, and throbbed behind my eyes. But nothing compared to the inferno inside my chest when I saw Georgia's face—terrified, shaking, pale. Damian thought he had won, that tying me down and making me bleed would break me.He didn’t know me.Not anymore.My fist dripped with Axel’s blood as he lay groaning on the ground. The moment I saw an opening, I pounced. It wasn’t instinct; I moved fast each time with the power of the system right inside of me.
Chapter one hundred and thirty
Damain's POV The best way to have a man destroyed was to let them know they could never amount to anything. I tried playing that stunt with Fred, but he was different. He has always been different with him. No one has ever challenged me ever since I got into the university. I had always had my way. Done things however I see fit. Of course, with the help of Dully. But ever since he got in, my power had been checked, and I saw him as an opponent. But the fact remains that Fred was not rich then, but now he has the means and the power to fight back. I looked at him on the chair he was tied to and laughed. "Was there a rule guiding us in winning her heart?" I looked at Georgia, whose gaze was fixed on Fred the entire time. "And who are you to tell me what her father is going to like or won't like?" Fred shouted out in anger, and I burst out laughing. "Why don't you just go back to Mandy? I am done with her anyway." I said with a smirk. "She actually isn't my type, you know. She is
Chapter one hundred and twenty nine
The ride was quiet for a long stretch. Just the low hum of the engine and the faint rustling of the bouquet in my lap. I kept staring at the red roses like they held some ancient secret, something deeper than their velvet petals. They were more than flowers. They were my promise to Georgia. A silent vow wrapped in thorns and scent."Turn left," I instructed the chauffeur, tapping the screen on the in-car GPS. He hesitated but eventually obeyed.Georgia’s apartment was in a quiet district of the city—a place far removed from the chaos of fight cages, smoky crowds, and bloodlust. The limousine slowed, and I felt my stomach knot. I had faced fighters, taken brutal hits, and dealt with betrayal—but standing before her door with roses in hand felt like the most dangerous mission yet.“Wait here,” I told the chauffeur and stepped out into the cool evening air.The hallway leading to her door was dimly lit, each step echoing memories I tried to suppress. The last time I stood here, she was c
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