2025-08-07 16:54:55It had been a few weeks since Max's chaotic rise to becoming the Representative of Bloomfield High. His wounds had healed, his notoriety had spread, and now — he was officially a second-year student.
Max stood at the school gate gripping his game console with a nostalgic smirk. "Any minute now... the usual crew’s gonna drop their phones in my lap," he muttered, stretching his fingers. "Free boost to Diamond rank, here I come—" But when he walked into class... nothing. Instead, standing near the window, calmly sipping juice, was a student Max had never seen before — tall, built like a boxer in a school uniform. Peter Hans. A chill ran through Max’s spine. He remembered Emily’s words: "Whatever you do, Max... never pick a fight with Peter Hans. He's the representative of Bigvile High — and trust me, he's not like the others." Peter looked up, locked eyes with Max, then slowly started walking toward him. The class fell into silence. Max stood frozen, sweating bullets. Peter leaned in, grabbed Max by the shirt with one hand, and said: “Being a representative of the Bully Counsel doesn’t make you safe. It makes you a target.” Max’s knees almost gave out. “W-what? A-are you… challenging me?” he stammered. But Peter smiled and let go. “No. I just came to watch over you. Don’t worry — I’ll make sure no one from Bigvile messes with you. You’re… interesting.” He turned and walked away like nothing happened. Max stood there stunned. “That was… oddly wholesome?” Class began, and Max kept glancing around, waiting for bullies to bring him their phones. Still nothing. But across the room, he watched another student getting shoved against a locker by a brute. It wasn’t peaceful for everyone, apparently. Later, in the bathroom, Max spotted Craig, mid-sneak with a cigarette. Craig yelped, threw the cigarette, and ran to Max. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were a representative! Please don’t report me! I swear I’m trying to be a better person!” Max blinked, confused, as Craig scurried out like a frightened raccoon. At break time, Max sat on a bench, finally beginning to enjoy the strange calm. Then Lisa walked up and placed a lunchbox in front of him with a sweet smile. “I made it just for you, Max.” Max froze. No... not the food. Anything but the food. Memories flashed of their childhood. Lisa’s cooking had once sent their dog into a three-hour nap. Just then, a fly hovered over the lunchbox, dipped its legs in the soup— and instantly passed out midair. Grimm floated beside him, whispering, “Fly’s out. Vanished. Gone to fly heaven.” Max smiled nervously, raising a spoon— “Max!” someone called. A boy strolled by and dropped a phone on Max’s desk. “Play this game for me. Boost my rank.” Max got up and walked to the boy, shaking slightly. “I don’t play people’s games anymore.” The boy nodded. “Oh. My bad.” He picked up his phone and left quietly. Max blinked. “Wait… what just happened? Did I just... get respected?” But Lisa had already wandered off with her friends, missing the moment. Then came Chris. “Yo, Max. You were lucky today.” “Huh? Wait—you’re the wallet— I mean… Chris! What do you mean I was lucky?” “You really don’t know?” Chris gestured toward the hallway. “You haven’t met Chuck Allen yet, huh?” Max shrugged. “I don’t really pay attention to first-year gossip.” They both watched as a third-year senior tried to cut in line at the cafeteria. Chuck, calm as ever, stepped up. “You think you’re faster than me?” The senior scoffed. Big mistake. In a blur, Chuck dismantled him with precise, brutal speed, knocking him to the floor and standing over him. “No one… is faster than me.” Max's smile faded. “Oh.” After school, Max stretched, yawning in relief. “No fights… no trauma. What a great day.” [SYSTEM QUEST: FULL SPRINT] “Run past Chuck Allen before time runs out. Time Remaining: 10:00 minutes.” Max screamed aloud. “WHY?! WHY HIM?!” Students around him turned. Some laughed. Others slowly edged away. But just then, in front of the school gates— Chuck was pummeling a boy with glasses, who cried out: “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t see you! I was late! I didn’t mean to run past you!” Chuck stood over him coldly. “No one… is faster than me.” He hit the boy once more, then walked off. Max approached the sobbing kid, crouched down, handed him a handkerchief, and said: “Hey. It’s okay. You’re gonna be alright. I believe in you.” The kid looked up at Max with admiration, nodding. But Max? He stood up with shaking legs and a panicked expression, whispering: “Why… why did it have to be this quest…?” He looked at the system timer: Time Remaining: 2:00 minutes. The reward keys shook in his trembling hands.
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Chapter 30 – The Grind of Madness
The next day, Max woke up with a groan and half a mind to smash his system window with a brick. But the glowing words refused to vanish:[Quest Initiated: Body Enchantment Training.]Mission One: Commute to school in Dragoon Pose. Distance: 49,869m.]Max squinted. “Forty-nine… thousand… meters? That’s like—what, running a marathon? In a crouch?!”The system blinked at him silently, cruel as ever.So, he did it.At seven in the morning, Max shuffled out of his house crouched low, arms spread like some cosplay knight, thighs already burning. His knees trembled as he waddled down the street.By the twentieth meter, his face was red, sweat dripping down his chin. He collapsed against a lamppost, gasping.“Twenty meters down… forty-nine thousand, eight hundred and forty-nine to go,” he wheezed. “I’m gonna die.”Students on their way to Bloomfield High burst into laughter.“Look at Johnson! What is he doing?!”“Bro, is this some new TikTok challenge?”“Nah, he’s cosplaying a crippled kangar
Chapter 29: Rain of Defeat
The rain came heavy, turning the street into rivers of broken light. Streetlamps flickered, their glow hazy through the downpour. The night carried a silence that felt alive, broken only by the steady rhythm of water hitting asphalt.Max stood in the middle of the road, soaked, fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms. His swollen eye still burned from the last fight, but his gaze never left the figure across from him.Isaac Holt.The older boy strolled casually beneath the cover of a black umbrella held by one of his bodyguards, his pristine shoes untouched by the water splashing around them. He looked less like a fighter and more like a king surveying a subject.“Give me the flash,” Max demanded, his voice cutting through the storm. “The footage of my mom.”Isaac tilted his head, lips curling into a smirk. “Flash? Ah… so you know.” He chuckled low, the sound mixing with the patter of rain. “But, Max… what makes you think you can take it from me?”The umbrella shifted slig
Chapter 28: Keys of the Past
The cemetery was quiet, the kind of silence that presses against the skin like a weight. Marble headstones stood like sentinels, some polished and new, others cracked with time.Max stood before one in particular, his head lowered, hands tucked into his pockets. The engraved letters—Sarah King—caught the last light of the evening sun. His mother’s name.The flowers he brought were simple, not expensive—wild daisies and lilies tied with a cheap ribbon. Yet when he placed them down, they looked right. His fingers lingered on the stone, tracing her name like he was afraid to let go.“Hey, Mom,” he muttered under his breath. His voice was rough, carrying a tiredness that felt older than him. “Things have been… hard. You’d probably scold me for the fights, for skipping school, for everything I’ve done. But—” He swallowed hard. “I’m trying. I swear I’m trying.”A shuffle of footsteps interrupted him. Max turned.It was Peter.The older boy’s presence was unexpected, his school uniform messy
Chapter 27: The Weight of Justice
The warehouse echoed with the sound of fists slamming into flesh. Max was a storm—his body moved like a man possessed. Every punch, every kick, every elbow strike carried the weight of his fury and the precision of Mas Oyama’s soul link.One by one, the boys dropped. Cries of pain mixed with the thud of collapsing bodies. Max was everywhere—countering, striking, punishing. He was a blur of raw speed and force, and within minutes, the twenty boys who mocked him were scattered across the floor, groaning, broken.At the center of it all, Max stood, chest heaving, eyes burning red with rage.And then he turned to the boy—the ringleader—the one who had lured May and Lois here.The boy tried to crawl backward, but Max grabbed him by the collar and dragged him across the filthy floor like a bag of trash. He dropped him in front of May.Max’s voice was low, almost trembling with the effort of holding back. “Family’s not something you throw away. You killed her sister. So now—your punishment i
Chapter 26: Five Minutes
The wind felt cold that afternoon, brushing across Max’s tired face as he walked beside Lois and May. His body was still recovering from the fight with Kael, but curiosity—and maybe a hint of responsibility—kept his feet moving.He glanced at Lois, brow furrowed. “So tell me again—when you spoke to the spirit of May’s sister… did you ask her how she died?”Lois shook her head. “Some spirits don’t remember. They hold onto pain, regret, anger—but not the details. Sometimes it’s just… fragments. Enough to tug them to the living.”Max exhaled, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s convenient.”Lois gave him a side-eye. “It’s not convenient, Max. It’s tragic.”He didn’t argue. Instead, he looked to May, who had been hugging her arms tightly the whole time. “When was the last time you saw her?”May swallowed hard, her voice fragile but steady. “Three weeks ago. She said she was going to meet a friend from school… but she never came home.”The weight in her tone made Max slow his steps. H
Chapter 25: The Girl Named May
The world felt heavy when Max opened his eyes. His body sank into the mattress as if gravity itself had doubled overnight. Every muscle ached, his ribs throbbed, and his head buzzed with the lingering echoes of Kael’s blows. The system notification about the bronze keys was still faintly burned into his mind, a reminder of the chaos from last night.“Don’t even think about moving,” Grimm’s voice cut into the silence of his room. It wasn’t angry—it was practical, firm. “Your body’s screaming for rest. For once, listen to it.”Max groaned and turned his face into the pillow. “For once, I think I will. Forget school. Forget everything. Just… sleep.”But the universe didn’t care about rest.His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Once. Twice. By the third vibration, Grimm muttered, “Ignore it.”Max reached over anyway, fumbling for the phone. The name flashing on the screen made him sigh.Lois.Of course.He answered with a voice that sounded like it had been dragged across sandpaper. “What?”
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