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Loser Man Returns As God Of War 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
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 45
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
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
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 4
The airport buzzed with activity as people hurried through the terminal, but most of the crowd's attention had shifted to the massive fleet of luxury cars lined up outside. The vehicles gleamed under the afternoon sun, each one looking more expensive than the last, with tinted windows and polished chrome that screamed wealth and power.Passengers, airport staff, and onlookers whispered among themselves, curiosity filling the air like static electricity.“Whose convoy is that?” someone whispered, their voice barely above a breath.“I heard it's Charlie Hamilton's,” another person replied, glancing around nervously. “He’s the head of the city's biggest mafia.”“No way,” a woman gasped. “Charlie Hamilton? Here?”As the crowd murmured, the doors of the leading car opened, and Charlie himself stepped out. Dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with slicked-back hair and a sharp, commanding gaze, he radiated danger and authority. His mere presence made people shrink back, their eyes
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 5
Davion’s face burned, not with shame, but with restrained fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, but he refused to bow his head. He met Margaret’s glare with an icy stare of his own, his jaw tight but steady.Wesley noticed and shot Margaret a sharp look, his voice low but firm.“That’s enough, Margaret,” he muttered, his eyes flashing with warning.Margaret lifted her chin and her lips curled into a thin, contemptuous smile.“I haven’t said anything wrong,” she said sweetly, feigning innocence. “It’s just strange for someone to show up after so many years... empty-handed. A little gift would’ve been polite, don’t you think?”Davion swallowed hard and the weight of her words pressed against his chest. But he said nothing, keeping his posture rigid.Wesley’s brows knitted together, and he placed a reassuring hand on Davion’s back, his voice gentler.“Come inside, my boy.”He guided Davion into the sprawling mansion — the place Davion had once called home
Loser Man Returns As God Of War Chapter 6
Wesley’s heart nearly stopped and he shot to his feet with his face pale. “T-That’s impossible,” he stammered as his fingers trembled as he clutched the armrest of his chair. “The loan isn’t due for another six months!”The thug leader sneered, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Plans change,” he said, grabbing Wesley by the collar and yanking him forward. “Your deadline doesn’t matter. The Brown Gang wants the money now.”Upon hearing the name Brown Gang, Wesley gasped sharply. His demeanor shifted in an instant, panic dissolving into desperate flattery. “I—I know! I know! I borrowed the $10 million, but it’s tied up in an investment. I can’t access the funds right now. I just need more time so please just wait!”The leader’s expression darkened, his grip tightening. “The boss doesn’t care about that,” he growled. “If he says pay up, you pay up — or we start breaking bones.”Wesley’s legs buckled, and he clung to the thug’s arm and his voice shaking. “Please! Give me
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Chapter 45
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
