From Fat to Untouchable: The System's Billion-Dollar Payback

God Of Thunder Unlocked

Chapter 9

~ God Of Thunder Unlocked ~

"Put that iron down, Billy, before I break every bone in your arm," Asher warned in a domineering tone, his dark eyes marred with coldness.

Billy Harold sneered, firming his grip on the iron as his two hired thugs, quietly stepped out from the dark, standing beside Asher, slamming one of the fisted arms into their palm.

"You think having a big chest, broad shoulders, makes you invincible and extra ordinary, Reed?" Billy spat, taking an aggressive approach towards Asher, "Caelum gave us fifty grand to bury you under this parking lot tonight, and nobody is coming out those doors to save you."

“So if I were you, I would start saying my last prayer, perhaps the heavens might be lent to grant a quick death,” Billy blurted in a deep husky voice, void of emotions.

The thug on the right swung his fisted hand at Asher without warning, swinging a bat with his other hand at Asher's ribs with full force.

Asher did not dodge, he simply stepped into the attack, reaching out with a furious speed to catch the bat cleanly in his bare palm.

Before the thug could even process the shock of the blocked strike, Asher twisted his wrist, ripping the bat out of his grip and driving his shoulder into the man's chest.

The thug flew backward six feet, crashing onto the side door of a parked sedan before hitting the ground, gasping for breath heavily.

The second thug charged from behind, aiming a swinging hook at the back of Asher's neck.

Asher ducked smoothly beneath the blow, jumped on his left heel, and swung his palm into the man's sternum, dropping him instantly to his knees.

Billy Harold stood shocked in the center of the lot, his mouth opened in bewilderment as his weapon trembled in his hand.

Asher walked forward slowly, his steps deliberate, his face ashen, and tugged with anger, his eyes burning with a golden blue color, and fist clenched, ready to finish this mess up, and head straight home for a quick nap.

"Wait! Please, Asher!" Billy yelled out, dropping the iron onto the ground, as he backed away until his shoulders hit his own vehicle. "It was all Caelum's idea! He set up the tuition fraud against you! He forced me to sign those forged transfer papers!"

“And now, a school management is working as a thug for his students, why?” Asher asked, stopping inches away from Billy, leaning down slightly so his golden blue terrifying eyes bored into his face.

“I did it for, to cover up my loose track of embezzling the school funds, he threatened to expose me if I don't do his bidding,” Billy pleaded, fear curled up his face, his heart pounding furiously if Asher will let him leave here alive.

His eyes darted towards the two men lying on the ground groaning in deep pain, his fate in the hands of Asher flashing through his eyes.

“Please I have a family,” He added, as Asher stared at him with a grimaced look, enough to send out one's soul out from their body.

"No Mercy Billy! You are going to walk straight into the police station tonight and sign a full confession on this," Asher whezzed, in a tone tugged with finality. "Or I will handle your embezzlement personally, you may not like the outcome if I do!" Asher sneered, tipping his fingers, farting Billy a bombastic side eye.

"I'll confess! I'll tell them everything! Every single thing they need, please don't hurt me!" Billy squealed, pulling out his personal phone with shaking hands, "Just don't hurt me!"

Before Asher could speak another word, the doors of the venue slammed open.

Caelum stumbled out, his designer suit disheveled, his tie torn loose, and his face pleated up panic and rage.

"Billy! Did you kill him yet?" Caelum screamed, his voice tugged with aggravation, staggering forward with a bottle clutched in his hand.

He stopped dead in his tracks, as his eyes caught hold of both of his hired thugs lying unconscious on the ground, with Billy cowering against a car door, and Asher standing unharmed.

Asher turned around slowly, looking at the devastated fallen heir of the throne, who had once tried to destroy his life. Hated him that a nobody was better than him in academics.

"Everything it's over, Caelum," Asher said, his voice calm, and condensed with mockery, "Your family's money is gone, everything you all owned is owned by me, and here,” he grabbed Billy by the hair, “he is going to give the police the evidence that will have you behind the bars."

Caelum stared at Asher, his breath hitched, "Wait a minute, You... you ruined me?..." Caelum asked, totally flabbergasted as to how a nobody could bring down their families wealth, he raised the bottle, his hands flying in the air to smash it at Asher, aiming for his head.

But he quickly dropped to his knees, the bottle crashing the floor, as a red dot pointed at him.

“Hands in the air!” a police officer yelled in authority, marching forward.

“You took everything from me..." Caelum asked, raising his hand up in the sky.

"Your family greediness led you all to this doom, so you gave it to me yourself," Asher replied, turning his back on Caelum without giving him another glance.

He stepped into his car, sat down behind the wheel as the bright red and blue lights of approaching other police vans reflected across his windshield, with police coffee who had barely seen him approached towards Caelum.

( Reward Completed!)

(Reward Completed)

(Strength Ability Increased sufficiently. Power of the Level 3 God of Thunder unlocked successfully)

(100, 000, 000 million deposited in your New bank account. Black Gold Card, ready to be believed by Lord Helen Brown)

The System interface flashed a gold window across his vision.

(Volume 1 Final Objective Completed: Absolute Destruction of Thorne Global)

(System Evolution Unlocked: Global Enterprise Protocol Engaged.)

Asher started his car to life, watching Caelum get handcuffed by the officers from his mirror as he backed out of the parking space and pointed his car, heading to life hospital to visit Lila.

As he drove, his phone buzzed, he deep his hands into the pockets, brought it, and a text message flashed across his screen.

(Helen Brown)

(Asher Reed, God of Thunder. The document for the new ownership of Thorne Global has been finalised in your name, awaiting your signature. Welcome to the real game, Mr. Reed.”