2024-11-05 16:14:13his feet treaded across the hallway, several pairs of eyes looked at her with interest and some with wonder. The hustle and bustle turned into a commotion, the people were curious, as was he himself. Her beady eyes wandered in various directions to refract her gaze, before the room with flats 1-7 made her step inside. Again, all pairs of eyes stared at her, as if he was the object of most interest there.
"Why is there no notice that we have a new student?" a student said to his friend.
"Wait, that face looks familiar." said another.
Arkanza walked towards the table that was covered in graffiti, he checked the entire surface of the object including the chair.
"Hm, safe. Still usable." he said calmly.
As if not considering the people present there, he sat her butt on the seat. Taking out a few books from the desk locker, his began to turn over the sheets that were covered in graffiti.
"Doesn't he know that the desk belongs to that person?" whispered the children not far from where he was.
"Too bad, if that guy shows up he's finished." said a friend who was still in the same group.
"You're right, even though his face is quite handsome--"
"Psstt, shut up already!" interrupted his other friend not when several gangs of students arrived, having a striking appearance and those people even made way for him.
"Hey you! Stay away or bad luck will come your way too!" said a young man with many piercings in his ears, a small canine tooth on the right further supporting his hobo face.
Arkanza ignored him, preferring to look back at the books. And the boys also didn't realize who was sitting there.
"Hmm, did you guys do all this?" said Arkanza opening the conversation.
The youth began to boast, "Of course, I'm very talented in improving the appearance of books like that!"
A follower of the punks squinted his eyes, his thick glasses were righted and time and time again his probing gaze tried to detect who the cool guy was who occupied the chair of the person they used to bully.
"I see, what's your name?" asked Arkanza with a sweet smile. The people who saw all that instantly blushed, he supported his chin and looked at the man with a friendly gaze
"My name is Anagata! Everyone calls me Gata or Gaga, I'm so strong and blah blah blah..."
The young man looked so proud explaining his name, what he and his friends used to do.
"Hee~ I see, our future will be more advanced if a Wanara dominates." Arkan sarcastically chuckled.
"What Wanara, I'm Anagata--"
"Wait a minute, you're... Arkanza, huh!?" cut in the young man with glasses.
Instantly the people in the class gasped, they whispered again.
"What the hell are you Aru, how could he be that dork! Hahaha!"Anagata laughed loudly, but this time no one followed. Instantly the class fell silent, Arkanza just smiled and looked at Anagata who was so stupid.
"Bo-bos, he's... he's really Arkanza!!!"
"ARKANZA?!"
his body was stunned not when everyone united their voices and made it sound so big, he stroked his chest softly.
"You guys, can't you just not surprise me for a day?!" Arkanza said a little annoyed, his breathed slowly.
Everyone was silent, "Are you really Arkanza...?" asked a woman who approached him.
he flashed a sweet smile that looked creepy in the eyes of the students, "Yes, does my face look so different? I might have forgotten your names a bit because of that incident,"
Arkanza glanced at the crowd that was now standing still, he was deliberately fishing which he did not know why the body lord had been out of school for a while. Why the servant was so worried about him and he wanted to see the whole truth from these innocent children.
"Arkanza the outcast child? I didn't expect him to change so much in such a short time."
And sure enough, he was met with gossip and ridicule again. Arkanza flashed a smile as thin as tissue divided by 10, in his 30 years of life no one had dared to backbite him yet these boys who were no more than half his real age were so bold towards him.
'Do I have to give a little warning? Why are these kids so adorable, I want to throw them into the crocodile pond.' he thought coldly.
From here he began to weigh up all the information he had gotten that the master of the body of his soul was now the poor child who had taken out his emotions on the servant. His mother was betrayed by his father and now due to the rumors, his father neglected him and refused to even provide for him. He thought he would inherit everything but his life changed in an instant, his mother tried to keep the overseas branch company while the parent company was taken over by his father. Now his father has a family of his own, but because his mother still owns more than half of the shares, his father still wants to maintain a relationship.
"You think changing your appearance like this will make you great, huh?"
"Once an outcast, always an outcast!"
The corners of his lips tugged, he rose from his seat quickly. Arkanza stared fixedly at the swearing perpetrator, with a grin that grew wider and wider making the atmosphere of the class feel so gripping. The other students and female students fell silent instantly, the one who had never fought back was now baring his fangs."Hee~ I see, an outcast huh~" in a swinging tone.
"You think because I've been quiet, you feel great for bullying me all this time? Don't you ever think what if I fight back someday and get back at you for everything you've done to me?" he threatened right in the ear of the young man who was already trembling with fear.
"What if, all this time, I deliberately gave in to you, showing my weak side and catching you off guard. Then one night, your house explodes or catches fire, suddenly consuming you and all your assets and family. Don't you ever think about that?" he continued to intimidate, a terrible smile on his handsome face.
"Ah yes, Bagaskara."
His feet treaded and stopped right in front of the man who was the body lord's main reason for ending his life, a nondescript man who had strangely made his way into the gang.
"Don't think I've forgotten, that 'insult' of yours. That broke everything from me, do I have to hold you accountable now? If you're not--"
"Get away from me!!! You--he threatened to kill me if I still bullied him!!!" Bagaskara said hysterically, the dozens of pairs of eyes that were there made him the center of attention now.
Arkanza looked down, Bagaskara pushed his to the cold tile floor. his head bowed before his body shook with laughter, Bagaskara wanted to play games with him like this? Well he will get the right playmate.
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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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