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Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 29
The alley was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single streetlight. Its weak light cast long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly along the cracked pavement, adding to the unsettling atmosphere of the place. The city buzzed with life just beyond the alley, but in here, there was nothing but the smell of trash and the distant sound of car engines.Three gang members stood in a loose circle, their eyes scanning the dark corners of the alley with nervous intensity. Their hands gripped their weapons tightly, knuckles white, but their gaze kept flicking to the shadows as though they were expecting something to leap out at them. They weren’t sure what to expect, but they knew one thing: they weren’t getting paid for standing around. They had a job to do.One of them, a tall guy with a scar running down the side of his face, kept peering down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. The paper was damp, folded, and clearly well-used. He glanced at it, then at his two companions
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 30
Reika’s boots clicked against the cold concrete as she strode through the dimly lit alley. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, darted from shadow to shadow, scanning the surroundings with a practiced precision. She’d been tracking Davion for days, and every lead had brought her closer. Her patience had worn thin, her temper had flared a few times, but it was all part of the game. She wasn’t here for vengeance. She wasn’t here for any personal reasons at all. No, she was here for the job. And the job had a price tag—fifty million crypto.Fifty million. That number had been rolling around in her mind like a song she couldn’t shake. It had become an obsession, a lure, a magnet that pulled her closer to the target with each passing hour. She would get him. She would collect her reward.They had traced Davion to a small, rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city—a perfect hiding spot. When the intel came in, it seemed too good to be true. Kael had been more than eager to rush in. Reika,
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 31
The dimly lit room reeked of old blood and cold sweat. Heavy iron chains clinked against the stone walls, echoing like the ghosts of forgotten prisoners. The man strapped to the chair, his face bruised and pale, trembled in fear. His eyes were wide, searching the room for any sign of hope, but none came.Iron Hand stood in front of him, his hulking frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His black leather gloves creaked as he flexed his fingers, his grip tightening around the handle of a rusted crowbar. His eyes, cold and calculating, never once flickered from the broken man in front of him."I know you know something," Iron Hand growled, his voice low and menacing, a deep rumble that vibrated in the bones of anyone unlucky enough to hear it. He took a step closer, his shadow swallowing the prisoner whole. "You were seen with Davion. You were following him. And now, you're here. What do you know?"The man gasped for air, his chest heaving as he fought to speak. His voice cracked
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 32
Irene crouched on the edge of the rooftop, staring at the tangled mess of skyscrapers, alleyways, and streets below. The city felt like a puzzle—a massive, chaotic puzzle she had yet to figure out. She scanned the skyline, eyes darting from one shadowed corner to another. Somewhere down there, Davion was hiding. Somewhere down there, his fate—no, everyone’s fate—was being decided.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, shattering the quiet of the moment. She pulled it out, not expecting much. Another warning, another threat. She didn’t have time for either. But then, when she saw the unknown number, her curiosity gnawed at her.“Who is this?” she answered, her voice cutting through the static of the call.The voice that came through the line was cold—almost robotic. It sent a shiver up her spine.“You want Davion? So does everyone else. But you and I both know you’re not here to kill him.”Irene’s grip tightened on the phone. “What do you want?”“To warn you,” the voice continued, unaffected
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 33
Davion stood at the edge of the warehouse parking lot, staring at the building in front of him. The place looked like it had been abandoned for years, its windows cracked and dirty, the doors sagging on their hinges. He could almost smell the stale air from here, and the shadows creeping over the warehouse made it look like something out of a nightmare. But he wasn’t afraid. No, this was exactly what he was expecting.A message had come through his encrypted phone earlier. It was short. Simple. A single sentence: “Warehouse, 12 AM. You know what to do.”It wasn’t signed. It didn’t need to be. Davion had learned long ago that when something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. A trap. He’d been expecting one, and now he was here. So, instead of running away, he walked right toward it.If they thought they could take him down that easily, they were in for a surprise.As he pushed open the creaky door, he felt a shiver of tension run through him, but it wasn’t fear. It was excitem
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 34
The night air hit Davion’s face as he stepped out of the warehouse, his boots crunching against the gravel parking lot. The cold wasn’t enough to dull the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. His mind raced with thoughts of who might be behind the ambush, but as always, he couldn’t afford to linger. The game was never over. It just kept shifting.His fingers flexed as he adjusted his jacket, the scent of smoke lingering in his nose from the chaos he’d left inside. He had no idea who was pulling the strings, but it didn’t matter. He’d hunt them down one by one.The streetlights flickered as he walked towards his bike, parked at the end of the lot. But before he could reach it, he heard the faintest sound—a soft scrape against the concrete, like someone shifting their weight in the dark.Davion froze. He’d learned long ago to trust his instincts. And right now, they were screaming at him to move.Without warning, he spun, eyes scanning the shadows.A blur of movement caught his e
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 35
The night was stupidly moody, like it had read too many angsty poems and decided to cosplay as a noir movie. Fog rolled in lazy waves through the alleyways, mixing with the greasy steam that wafted off the city streets. The sky hung low, heavy with rain that couldn’t commit to actually falling—just kinda misted like it was testing the vibe.Davion sprinted, one hand clutching his side where blood was leaking through his shirt like a slow-dripping faucet. Every breath hurt, but he kept moving. That’s what he did. Move, adapt, survive. Bleed later.The bridge loomed ahead, this long, skeletal monster made of rusted steel and regrets. His boots thudded against the metal as he stepped onto it, the echo bouncing around like a warning.Then he froze.Someone was already there.Leaning against the railing like she owned the whole world was Reika. The wind caught her coat, flaring it out behind her like she was some kind of tragic anime villain. Her hair was tied up, face half in shadow, but
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 36
The tires of Beverly's car screeched as she swerved off the main road and onto a shadowy back street. Her hands were locked on the wheel, knuckles pale from the pressure, eyes darting between the road and the semi-conscious wreck sprawled across her passenger seat."You are the biggest idiot I've ever met," she muttered, stealing a glance at Davion, who was bleeding all over her seats. "Like, actually. Who just falls off a bridge and lands on a moving car?"Davion didn’t answer. He was barely awake, his breathing shallow, his skin pale beneath the layers of grime and blood. Beverly could see the gash on his side soaking his shirt, and it made her stomach twist.She gritted her teeth and hit the accelerator. They weren’t far from the old hideout—a dusty auto shop she used when she needed to disappear. Nobody really knew about it. Nobody except her.Ten minutes later, she slammed the brakes in front of a graffiti-tagged garage. The front looked like a building that had given up on life
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The room was dark, lit only by the flickering light of a dying candle. Davion lay on the mattress, his breathing shallow. His side still throbbed from the last encounter, but at least the bleeding had stopped. Beverly sat beside him, her back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes barely staying open."You should sleep," Davion murmured, eyes closed."Not a chance," Beverly replied. "You're half-dead and we’ve got enemies crawling out of the shadows every five minutes."Davion smirked. "You’re getting better at this whole 'paranoid protector' thing.""Shut up and rest."There was a pause. The only sound was the wind hissing outside like it had a personal vendetta. It slapped the windows with thin branches, trying to claw its way inside.Inside, everything was still—until it wasn’t.A faint creak echoed through the hallway.Beverly's eyes snapped open. "Did you hear that?"Davion opened one eye slowly. "Yeah. Not the wind."The door exploded inward with a loud BANG."DOWN!" Davion shoute
Chapter 44
The night sky was cloudy, like even the moon didn’t want to see what was coming. Rain threatened but never fell, and everything in the city felt like it was holding its breath.Davion sat stiffly on the worn couch in Beverly’s small apartment, one arm slung around her shoulders more for balance than affection. He was still injured, his ribs screaming every time he shifted. Beverly had wrapped them herself, but she still watched him like he might collapse at any second.“You should be in bed,” she muttered.“Bed's boring,” Davion replied, his tone flat. “And too soft.”She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned her head against his shoulder and flipped through the TV channels, even though neither of them was really watching.There was a knock at the door. Sharp. Quick. Familiar.Davion tensed.Beverly got up first, crossing the room and checking the peephole.“It’s my dad,” she said, frowning.She opened the door, and there he was: Wesley, coat wet from the misty air, ey
Chapter 43
The bar was still tense. No one moved. No one spoke. The air was thick like smoke after a fire. Mad Tiger stood dead center, a monster in human form, breathing like he’d just come off a battlefield. His hand still stained from where he’d gripped Tristan like a ragdoll. And Tristan? He was still a mess on the floor, shaking, his pride in pieces, his shirt wet from tears and spilled whiskey.Then it happened.The bar doors creaked open.CREEEAAAK.Every head turned.And in walked Davion.He didn’t storm in like a hero. He didn’t pose or flex. He just stepped into the room like the storm itself had arrived, calm but deadly, like a fuse waiting to be lit.He had his arm slung over Beverly’s shoulders for support. His shirt was wrinkled, stained with sweat and blood from old wounds that still hadn't fully healed. But his eyes? Those cold silver eyes didn’t show weakness. They showed warning.Mad Tiger stiffened.His nostrils flared.His lips curled into something between a snarl and a grin
CHAPTER 42
The bar was still drowning in silence. Everyone had seen it. The way Mad Tiger stormed in, the way he manhandled Tristan like a sack of garbage, and the way he called him out in front of every lowlife in the room.But it wasn’t over.Mad Tiger stopped mid-stride, his broad shoulders still heaving from the fury bubbling under his skin. The lights overhead flickered as if the very room could sense something more violent was about to come.He turned around.Slowly.Deliberately.Tristan, still crumpled on the sticky bar floor, flinched when Mad Tiger’s eyes met his again. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. Just a dry, pathetic squeak.“Not so fast,” Mad Tiger growled, his voice dark and dangerous. He cracked his knuckles as he walked back toward the crowd of onlookers, who all stepped away like a curtain parting for a monster.Tristan tried to scramble to his feet, but he slipped on a puddle of spilled beer and fell on his butt again. “P-please, I didn’t mean anything—!”B
Chapter 41
The dimly lit hole in the wall, the kind of place where the smell of stale beer and sweat hung in the air like a thick fog. The walls were lined with old wooden panels, cracked and worn down by years of use. Neon signs flickered above the bar, casting a faint glow over the shady characters scattered around the room. Mercenaries, lowlifes, criminals—this was their kind of place.Mad Tiger stood at the entrance, his muscles tense under his faded leather jacket. The sound of muffled laughter, clinking glasses, and harsh voices hit him like a wall as soon as he stepped inside. His eyes scanned the room, his instincts always on high alert. He’d been through hell, and he wasn’t about to let his guard down now. But something caught his attention immediately—something familiar.A voice.Loud. Confident. The kind of voice that made people listen even if they didn’t want to.Mad Tiger’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze moved toward the source. There, sitting at a rickety table surrounded by a group
Chapter 40
The lights in the underground facility flickered, casting eerie shadows on the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale sweat, a mixture that seemed to hang in the air of the high-security prison where Mad Tiger had been kept for months. They called him Mad Tiger for a reason—he was dangerous, unhinged, and relentless.And right now, he was pretending to be unconscious.Lying motionless on the hard steel table, he could hear the footsteps of the guards echoing through the hall. He had trained himself to endure the pain, to lay still when needed. The past few days had been hell. He’d been tortured, drugged, and monitored, all in the name of "containment." But now, now it was time to make them regret ever underestimating him.Mad Tiger’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he pressed the back of his teeth together. Hidden within one of his molars was a small device—a tooth-triggered chemical surge. It had been planted in him years ago, back when he was
Chapter 39
Beverly paced the small, dimly lit room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The door was locked, the windows barred, and still, her mind raced with questions. What was happening? Why were people after Davion? And why did she feel like this was only the beginning of something far worse?Davion was sitting on the couch, a wet towel pressed against his forehead. He looked drained, but at least he was awake, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room. Beverly couldn’t help but notice the way his movements were so careful, like he didn’t want to show any sign of weakness."Are you feeling any better?" she asked, trying to break the tension that hung between them.He gave a slight nod, then winced as if the motion hurt. "I’ve had worse.""That’s not exactly reassuring," she muttered, turning to grab a glass of water from the counter. As she handed it to him, their fingers brushed, and she quickly pulled her hand back. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Either way, it d
Chapter 38
Beverly’s eyes flicked to the door as she wiped the blood off her hands. Davion was still passed out on the couch, barely stirring, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The storm outside had gotten worse, and the low rumble of thunder only made the weight of the night heavier. Her mind raced, processing the new information she’d learned—someone was after Davion, and they were willing to destroy the entire city to get to him.Her fingers drummed nervously on the workbench as she considered her next move. This wasn’t just about a bounty anymore. Whoever was after Davion had more power than she could have ever imagined, and she was stuck in the middle of it all.Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. A slight vibration shook the floor. Someone was close. Very close.Without a second thought, Beverly’s hand flew to the knife she kept hidden beneath her jacket, her instincts sharp. The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground outside sent a jolt of adrenaline th
Chapter 37
Reika sat on the cold floor of the safehouse, back against the concrete wall, knees drawn to her chest. The dim light from the cracked overhead bulb flickered, throwing shadows across the gray room. Her sword leaned against the wall beside her, still stained with Davion's blood. She hadn't cleaned it. She couldn't.Her fingers trembled slightly as she stared at the crimson smears. She hadn't meant to go that far. She was supposed to incapacitate him, not... not nearly kill him. But the moment had gotten away from her, and the rage—no, the fear—had taken over. And yet, she’d seen it in his eyes. He didn’t fight back. Not really.He still trusted her.Reika closed her eyes and exhaled. "Stupid," she muttered. "So, so stupid."The safehouse door creaked open. Her eyes snapped open, hand flying to the hilt of her blade out of instinct. But the figure who entered wasn’t a threat. At least, not physically.He was tall, wearing a long dark coat and a silver mask that covered everything excep
