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Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 13
The Thornton residence was unusually lively. Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the estate's sitting room, throwing golden streaks across polished mahogany floors. Crystal glasses clinked softly against a tray of champagne flutes, and the scent of fresh croissants mingled with the sharper tang of espresso from the butler's cart.In the center of the room, Trevor Thornton held court like a smug prince in a kingdom of admirers. Dressed in a fitted navy suit with a crimson silk pocket square, he leaned against the fireplace mantle, one hand lazily swirling a drink, the other animated as he launched into the third retelling of his version of the Mad Tiger capture."So there we were," Trevor began, voice loud enough to turn every head, "military lines spread thin, command floundering, chaos ready to explode. And I said to my contacts—high-ranking officials, mind you—‘Gentlemen, let me make a few calls. My father and I can handle this, then suddenly I kicked the door of the mad Tig
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 14
The night was thick with fog, curling through the narrow streets like a living thing, breathing and slithering around forgotten corners. Neon signs buzzed overhead, flickering in and out like dying stars struggling for one last gasp of light. The air was damp and tinged with the scent of rust, old oil, and something metallic—like blood, faint and teasing.Wilson stood beneath a flickering streetlamp on the corner of an alley, arms crossed, foot tapping against the wet pavement in an erratic rhythm. He looked calm, but his pulse was sprinting. He hadn’t seen Davion in months—not since the warehouse incident—and back then, the kid had walked away with someone else’s blood drying on his hands and a look in his eyes that didn’t belong to a teenager.Now, after what happened with Mad Tiger, Wilson wasn’t sure what to expect.A sharp scrape echoed behind him.He turned fast and from the shadows emerged Davion, moving like smoke—silent, effortless. His hoodie was up, his coat pulled tight, a
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 15
The case file was empty—officially. No fingerprints. No credible eyewitnesses. No known motive. But Irene knew better. Something moved through the city like a shadow with a vendetta. And she was going to find it.She sat alone in her office at midnight, the blinds drawn, the dim desk lamp casting long shadows across the peeling case files stacked like tombstones around her. The buzz of fluorescent lighting overhead was the only sound, save for the faint hum of her old computer. She hadn’t told anyone. Not her superiors, not her team. What she was doing wasn’t sanctioned. It was personal.Davion.The name echoed like a ghost through the corridors of her mind. Ever since the takedown of Mad Tiger—a man so violent he was considered untouchable—Irene hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. She’d read the initial reports a hundred times. A four-hour standoff ended in fifteen minutes after a mysterious blackout. No gunfire. No tactical team confirmed entry. But the aftermath was clear:
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 16
The Thornton estate gleamed with quiet opulence that evening, the chandeliers casting golden halos over the long mahogany dining table. Crystal glasses sparkled, the silverware was polished to perfection, and Margaret Thornton wore her best pearls, the ones she reserved for occasions of triumph.This was one of them.“Darling,” she said, beaming as she clasped her hands in front of her, “you simply must tell the story again. The part where you outsmarted that brute Mad Tiger. That was brilliant.”Trevor adjusted his cufflinks and chuckled modestly—though his ego swelled with every gaze fixed on him. “Well,” he began, raising his glass of red wine, “what can I say? It wasn’t easy, of course. Mad Tiger’s men were circling like wolves. But with quick thinking and the right contacts, I managed to orchestrate a diversion, slip in, and extract Beverly before things got... ugly.”He glanced at Beverly, who sat silently at the far end of the table, her back rigid, her face unreadable. Her gla
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 18
The sun was already dipping low behind the rooftops, painting the sky in these crazy shades of orange and pink. It should’ve been one of those chill, Instagram-worthy evenings. But of course, things were never that simple.Beverly walked beside her mom, Margaret, trying not to roll her eyes too hard. They’d just left some stuffy charity luncheon where old people talked about "bettering the city" while sipping overpriced tea and pretending they cared. Now, Margaret was back on her usual drama.“The city’s falling apart,” she complained, heels clicking sharply against the sidewalk. “Too many thugs, not enough law. And don’t even get me started on that ridiculous Mad Tiger vigilante garbage. He’s probably just a myth some people made up to feel better.”Beverly didn’t answer. Her head was full—mostly of memories she wished she could forget. Like the last time she saw Davion. That weird tension. The way he looked at her like he knew something she didn’t. Ugh.“And you, Beverly,” Margaret
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 1
The East Valley Quarry was unlike any other place in the world. A sanctuary for the damned, a prison for the untouchable. Super-criminals, disgraced elites, and fugitives all found shelter here. But there was only one rule ,absolute obedience to Davion Hargreaves.A warrior feared by all. A man no one dared to cross.Right now, one of those prisoners was on his knees in front of him. Losthar Milton, once a billionaire, now just another worm groveling for mercy. His forehead touched the cold floor, his entire body trembling.“Sir, I have finished cleaning the toilets,” he whispered, not daring to meet Davion’s gaze.Davion leaned back in his chair, swirling a cup of red tea in his hand. His sharp, wolf-like eyes studied the pathetic man before him.“And?” His voice was calm, indifferent.“I seek your forgiveness sire.” Losthar’s forehead was slick with sweat.Davion took a slow sip of his tea. “Next time you add sugar to my tea without permission, you’ll be scrubbing the entire quarry
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 2
Davion stood atop a rocky ledge, surveying the bustling quarry below. The sun cast a golden glow across the jagged cliffs, illuminating the workers as they toiled away, their pickaxes clinking rhythmically against the stone. Dust swirled through the air, and the scent of earth and sweat lingered like a constant reminder of the day’s labor.He called everyone together, his voice echoing across the quarry like a low rumble of thunder. The workers immediately dropped what they were doing and gathered around him, their faces etched with respect and admiration.“I’ll be leaving the quarry for a while,” Davion announced, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze swept across the crowd, searching for any flicker of dissent. “I trust that no one will cause trouble in my absence.”The crowd erupted with reassurances.“We’d never cause trouble, Davion!”“You’ve done too much for us!”“We’ll keep everything in order until you get back!”Davion nodded, satisfaction settling over him. These peopl
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 3
Irene's hands stayed raised, fingers trembling just enough to pass as fear. But her heart wasn’t racing from panic — it pounded with cold, calculated adrenaline. Every breath she took was deliberate, measured, a conscious effort to stay sharp. Her gaze darted around the terminal, cataloguing every detail: the number of attackers, their weapons, the hostages huddled in clusters, the broken vending machine sparking near the wall — a potential distraction.She counted the thugs again. Six. No, seven. One lingered by the emergency exit, pacing like a caged animal, the butt of his rifle tapping against his palm. The leader, a wiry man with a jagged scar down his cheek, clutched the detonator with white-knuckled fingers. His thumb hovered over the button like he wanted an excuse to press it.One wrong move, and everyone dies."Davion," Irene whispered, her lips barely moving. She kept her eyes forward, locked on the scar-faced leader. "I’m going to create a distraction. When I do, get behin
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Chapter 18
The sun was already dipping low behind the rooftops, painting the sky in these crazy shades of orange and pink. It should’ve been one of those chill, Instagram-worthy evenings. But of course, things were never that simple.Beverly walked beside her mom, Margaret, trying not to roll her eyes too hard. They’d just left some stuffy charity luncheon where old people talked about "bettering the city" while sipping overpriced tea and pretending they cared. Now, Margaret was back on her usual drama.“The city’s falling apart,” she complained, heels clicking sharply against the sidewalk. “Too many thugs, not enough law. And don’t even get me started on that ridiculous Mad Tiger vigilante garbage. He’s probably just a myth some people made up to feel better.”Beverly didn’t answer. Her head was full—mostly of memories she wished she could forget. Like the last time she saw Davion. That weird tension. The way he looked at her like he knew something she didn’t. Ugh.“And you, Beverly,” Margaret
Chapter 16
The Thornton estate gleamed with quiet opulence that evening, the chandeliers casting golden halos over the long mahogany dining table. Crystal glasses sparkled, the silverware was polished to perfection, and Margaret Thornton wore her best pearls, the ones she reserved for occasions of triumph.This was one of them.“Darling,” she said, beaming as she clasped her hands in front of her, “you simply must tell the story again. The part where you outsmarted that brute Mad Tiger. That was brilliant.”Trevor adjusted his cufflinks and chuckled modestly—though his ego swelled with every gaze fixed on him. “Well,” he began, raising his glass of red wine, “what can I say? It wasn’t easy, of course. Mad Tiger’s men were circling like wolves. But with quick thinking and the right contacts, I managed to orchestrate a diversion, slip in, and extract Beverly before things got... ugly.”He glanced at Beverly, who sat silently at the far end of the table, her back rigid, her face unreadable. Her gla
Chapter 15
The case file was empty—officially. No fingerprints. No credible eyewitnesses. No known motive. But Irene knew better. Something moved through the city like a shadow with a vendetta. And she was going to find it.She sat alone in her office at midnight, the blinds drawn, the dim desk lamp casting long shadows across the peeling case files stacked like tombstones around her. The buzz of fluorescent lighting overhead was the only sound, save for the faint hum of her old computer. She hadn’t told anyone. Not her superiors, not her team. What she was doing wasn’t sanctioned. It was personal.Davion.The name echoed like a ghost through the corridors of her mind. Ever since the takedown of Mad Tiger—a man so violent he was considered untouchable—Irene hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. She’d read the initial reports a hundred times. A four-hour standoff ended in fifteen minutes after a mysterious blackout. No gunfire. No tactical team confirmed entry. But the aftermath was clear:
Chapter 14
The night was thick with fog, curling through the narrow streets like a living thing, breathing and slithering around forgotten corners. Neon signs buzzed overhead, flickering in and out like dying stars struggling for one last gasp of light. The air was damp and tinged with the scent of rust, old oil, and something metallic—like blood, faint and teasing.Wilson stood beneath a flickering streetlamp on the corner of an alley, arms crossed, foot tapping against the wet pavement in an erratic rhythm. He looked calm, but his pulse was sprinting. He hadn’t seen Davion in months—not since the warehouse incident—and back then, the kid had walked away with someone else’s blood drying on his hands and a look in his eyes that didn’t belong to a teenager.Now, after what happened with Mad Tiger, Wilson wasn’t sure what to expect.A sharp scrape echoed behind him.He turned fast and from the shadows emerged Davion, moving like smoke—silent, effortless. His hoodie was up, his coat pulled tight, a
Chapter 13
The Thornton residence was unusually lively. Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the estate's sitting room, throwing golden streaks across polished mahogany floors. Crystal glasses clinked softly against a tray of champagne flutes, and the scent of fresh croissants mingled with the sharper tang of espresso from the butler's cart.In the center of the room, Trevor Thornton held court like a smug prince in a kingdom of admirers. Dressed in a fitted navy suit with a crimson silk pocket square, he leaned against the fireplace mantle, one hand lazily swirling a drink, the other animated as he launched into the third retelling of his version of the Mad Tiger capture."So there we were," Trevor began, voice loud enough to turn every head, "military lines spread thin, command floundering, chaos ready to explode. And I said to my contacts—high-ranking officials, mind you—‘Gentlemen, let me make a few calls. My father and I can handle this, then suddenly I kicked the door of the mad Tig
Chapter 12
News spreads like wildfire: Mad Tiger has been captured.It breaks the internet within hours. Local headlines scream about a daring military operation, about precision and strategy, about Major Irene Lockhart leading the charge like a seasoned war hero. She's called a legend. A symbol of power. A woman who doesn't take prisoners.And Irene? She doesn’t say a word.She doesn’t correct them.She lets the world believe she brought down Mad Tiger.But it eats at her. Every second. Every whisper of praise is another needle under her skin.Because she knows it wasn’t her.She hadn’t even stepped inside that godforsaken house before it was all over.The forums explode first."A-class menace finally subdued!""Military strikes again—justice served!""Mad Tiger neutralized. Thank God."And then, the conspiracy theorists crawl out from under their digital rocks.A few grainy screenshots begin making rounds—still frames taken from neighborhood security cams. One in particular sparks interest: a
Chapter 11
Everything was a blur when Irene stormed back into HQ. The briefing room was buzzing with chatter, soldiers moving in and out, reports flying left and right. But Irene? She stood still in the middle of it all, eyes locked on a single piece of paper clutched in her fist.That damn note.“Next time, don’t let a civilian clean up your mess. – D.”The words were burned into her brain. Who the hell left this? How did this person get in? More importantly, how did he get out without a trace? How did he get out without being seen?Mad Tiger had been one of the city’s most terrifying A-class criminals, it had been the military mission to bring him down and they had failed several times.Now how can a criminal with that kind of reputation be tied up like a birthday gift with a neat bow, unconscious and bruised. Her team had been stuck outside for four freaking hours, and this guy handled it like it was a walk in the park.And then had the audacity to mock her.How dare he!Irene paced the room
Chapter 10
The night air was thick with tension as Davion moved like a ghost through the shadows of Mad Tiger's hideout. The entire building was eerily silent, despite the army camped right outside. He could feel the chaos boiling just beneath the surface, but for now, everything was still. Too still.Davion crouched low, eyes sharp as blades, as he slipped past the first layer of security. The guards posted around the perimeter weren’t amateurs. They were heavily armed, trained, and alert. But they weren’t ready for someone like him.He darted behind a broken pillar and paused. A guard walked by, humming some annoying tune under his breath. Before the guy could even realize something was off, Davion was behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck and silently choking him out. He laid the unconscious guard gently on the ground and whispered, “Sleep tight, buddy.”Inside the hideout, the stench of blood and sweat filled the air. Davion’s boots crunched over shattered glass and broken furniture. T
Chapter 9
Davion arrived at the location Wilson had sent him, his sharp eyes scanning the area. The air was thick with tension, and the scene before him was not what he had expected.Instead of Mad Tiger’s men lurking in the shadows, the entire place was surrounded by military forces. Dozens of heavily armed soldiers stood at attention, their rifles aimed at the massive compound in front of them.At the center of it all stood Irene.Davion sighed. Great. Just what I needed.Irene, dressed in her military uniform, radiated authority, but her face was twisted in frustration. Her subordinates looked uneasy, their expressions filled with both exhaustion and fear.One soldier hesitated before stepping forward. “Commander, we’ve been attacking for four hours now, but… there’s been no progress at all.”Irene’s fists clenched at her sides. “Four hours? You’re telling me that after four hours of fighting, you still haven’t broken in? Are you all completely useless?!”The soldier swallowed hard and looke
