2024-11-05 16:14:51'Well, games like this are also played by children huh? No wonder, trying to be a manipulative early on eh.' He thought, he was in the same position for a long time until the rumors were heard again even people outside the classroom also wanted to witness the sight of none other than that.
"What's all the fuss about!" said a voice that sounded more mature.
'This is it.' Arkan thought.
"You guys, you guys again! What's going on this time--"
"Uhukk!"
Arkan accidentally coughed loudly, he rubbed his nose which happened to be bleeding accidentally saw his fingers back and made the people around him see what was in his hand.
The adult man who turned out to be the board of educators looked anxiously at Arkan who still did not move from the spot, "Can you stand up? You guys are too much." he said again, pushing Arkan to stand up.
Instantly pieces of the body master's past swirled around, he felt like he was being torn apart in that memory. 'Tsk, none of these people are right!'
His elbow nudging the man not to get too close to him, he stood up while the board of education began to lecture the gang.
"If you can't take it, it's better to go to the infirmary. I'll take you, and you guys-wait for me in the counseling room!" said the man with the tag name Tyaga as he began to carry Arkan out of the classroom.
A faint whisper, "Did you say something?" the teacher asked. Arkan just shook his head, "Never mind, don't be so afraid of me like that. Didn't you enjoy it too? I came at the right time didn't I, if I hadn't then those people would have bullied you back. By the way, you changed your appearance for me huh? Wahh~ I'm very flattered, your current appearance is more attractive than the previous one but both still look stunning in my eyes. Take it easy." continued the teacher who he could clearly guess where his was going.
"Stressed." muttered Arkanza.
Being so small the man beside his couldn't hear anything other than a small squeak.
"Did you say something, Arkan?" the teacher asked him, Arkan just shook his head with a sweet smile. And they walked back in a direction that didn't feel like the UKS, "Could it be 'that' place?" he thought.
And sure enough, instead of taking him to the UKS, the man he estimated to be almost 30 took him to a warehouse where sports equipment was stored.
Just as Arkan took hold of the door knob, various traumatic footage seemed to play automatically in his brain. Slowly his breathing became labored, he clutched his chest with his mouth open.
'What the hell!? What exactly has happened to this child that it feels like this!?'
Arkanza was only a CEO, not a psychic or a psychologist who could understand things like this. A cornucopia of sweat began to trickle down his temples, he was silent for a moment that felt like an entire day..
As if his soul was thrown back to the past when the master of the body experienced various kinds of things and that in a negative context of course, he saw clearly that the teacher repeatedly committed indecent acts in this place. Under various pretexts, his body was thoroughly enjoyed, even left in such a terrible state. The master of the body begged for mercy but all the educator gave was pain, humiliation that invited trauma.The teacher touches every inch of Arkanza's body without mercy, driving his actions into helpless limpness, moving his own objects into holes that should not be visited. Arkanza clamped his mouth shut, his body slumping, his stomach churning with the urge to spit out the stuffing that wasn't even there yet.
"What's wrong, Arkanza? Are you still sick? I apologize if yesterday was overzealous and overwhelmed you, this time I'll restrain myself. Take it easy, haha!"
The man put his arm around him again, helping his to stand up, but Arkanza didn't move an inch. he wanted to rebel and run away right then and there, 'Tsk! Damn it, let's move our feet! I want to get away from this guy, anyone please!'
The bead was bulging, in his entire life he had never asked for help from others and now thanks to this body that was so afraid of the man he was with, he was so desperate and hoped that someone could help him.
"mr. Enzo..." a voice interrupted, Arkanza looked back as did the master of the name.
A bespectacled student with two braids on his head looked hesitant, greeting him, he adjusted his glasses that were slightly down.
"Hm, are you...?"
"I'm from class 2, you're looking for Isla's room, she said Mrs. Isla had something to discuss. She's waiting at her desk." explained the student with a slight stammer, it was clear that the person was so awkward with him.
"And... He...?" asked the girl looking at Arkanza who was still sitting there, seeing this made Kenzo pick Arkanza up.
"Ahh, him? Incidentally, I'll leave it to you. I was going to take him to the infirmary but he can't take it anymore, so I'll call the infirmary attendant. Would you please stay with him for a while until the attendant comes here?""But sir--"
The teacher patted the girl's shoulder, as if to say that he did not accept rejection.
"I was helped, thank you very much." the teacher continued and walked away from the place, leaving the students and female students awkwardly. he glanced with the corner of him eye at Arkanza briefly before walking away.
"Finally, he left too. Is senior okay?" the female student asked, looking at Arkanza with concern.
Arkanza just shook his head weakly while trying to neutralize his breathing, "Thank you. I'm fine."
"Are you strong enough to walk? Do you want to go home? I'll call a taxi--"
"Why are you helping me?" Arkan cut in.
The girl paused, "No one is unaware of Mr. Kenzo's behavior, senior. Everyone would have avoided that wolf as far as possible, luckily I saw you in the distance and was able to help you before it was too late."
Arkan stared intently at the girl, trying to find an opening for him words but instead of a lie, recalling the flashback memory he received moments ago made him words even more certain.
"If you mind, I'll leave. Uhm..."
The girl moved away.
"Do you have a cell phone? Can I borrow it for a moment?"
The girl looked incredulous but quickly took out him cell phone and handed it to Arkanza. She looked at Arkanza who was punching in some numbers and brought it to him ear, "All, hh pick me up at the front gate... Hh"
Arkanza handed the phone back after deleting the call history on the rectangular object to the owner, "Thank you very much, I'm very helpful."
The female student blushed slightly with an enthusiastic nod, "Hu'uhm!!!"
To be continued.
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In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
death of arkanza
While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
next part of traitor
Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
traitor
"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
final
mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
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