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 twenty three: Never Give Up
Kael’s grip tightened like an iron vice around Max’s leg. Before Max could react, Kael dragged him across the floor, the tiles scraping his back raw. Then, with a guttural roar, Kael swung him overhead and hurled him into the ground. The impact rattled Max’s bones, forcing the air from his lungs in a choking gasp.Dazed, Max struggled up on trembling arms. His vision swam, but Kael was already there, moving like a predator.WHAM!A fist slammed into Max’s ribs.BAM!An elbow cracked against his jaw.THUD!A knee drove into his stomach, folding him like paper.Each strike tore deeper into his body, leaving him staggering like a puppet barely holding its strings. His breaths came ragged, blood dripping down his lip, his legs unsteady.Kael sneered. “What’s wrong, boy? You slowing down?”Max’s body screamed for rest. His swollen eye barely opened, yet he refused to drop. Step after step, he forced himself forward—toward Kael.Then, with a weak grunt, he threw a punch.It barely grazed Ka
Chapter twenty two: Stun Smash
The sound of splintered wood echoed through the hall as Kael dropped the stick he’d been wielding. The weapon clattered to the floor, forgotten. His face twisted into a cold grin as he seized Max by the collar, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing.“Sticks are useless,” Kael sneered, his breath hot on Max’s face. “Hands are better.”Max clenched his teeth, glaring. The moment Kael loosened his grip just slightly, Max twisted, activating Blind Spot Strike—a skill meant to strike where the enemy couldn’t defend. But Kael’s reflexes were inhuman. With one arm he caught the blow, blocked it like swatting a fly, and hurled Max across the room.Max crashed into the wall, coughing. He staggered to his feet, chest burning.Kael dusted his hands like the fight was already won. “You know,” he said casually, “I did some digging on you.”Max froze.“I learned something… fascinating.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Your mother—Amanda Johnson. She wasn’t just anyone. She ran the Moonlight She
Chapter twenty one: The Rising Clashes
“Don’t forget our deal, Max,” Jacob muttered as they approached the half-finished construction site, his voice sharp and arrogant. “Once we’re done here, the representative position belongs to me. You were just keeping it warm.”Max tightened his grip on the metal bat and didn’t even glance at him. “Shut up and do the job.”They pushed open the loose steel door and stepped inside. The stale air reeked of dust and paint, but what caught their eyes wasn’t the smell—it was the twenty students of Swisscom High lined up in formation at the entrance.One of the guards stepped forward, a thick wooden stick in his hand. “Bloomfield trash. Leave now before you regret it.”Neither Max nor Jacob moved. The silence stretched, tense and heavy.“Did you not hear me?!” the boy yelled. He charged forward, raising the stick.“Max—” Jacob started, but before he could finish, the stick came down across his back.The crack echoed through the half-constructed floor. But Jacob didn’t even flinch. Slowly, h
Chapter 20: The Dungeon Party
Max sat on his bed with one hand pressed gently against his swollen eye while the other held the dungeon map. The glowing parchment pulsed faintly with red lines that shifted like veins, as if alive, mocking him with the quest requirements.[Quest Requirement: Minimum of Two Party Members]“Of course… figures I can’t just go solo,” Max muttered, dropping the map on his lap. “Why can’t this system let me breathe for once?”Grimm appeared in his spectral form, arms crossed and expression sly. “Because, partner, it wouldn’t be fun otherwise. Besides… you’re strong, but even you need backup.”“Backup, huh…” Max thought about his classmates. The first name that came to mind was Chris. At least Chris was loyal. Maybe he’d be willing to tag along.The next morning, Max approached Chris near the lockers. “Hey Chris, you free this weekend? I’ve got… something big. Might need your help.”Chris laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Max, you know I’m no fighter. I’d probably faint the
Chapter 19 – The Unlikely Bodyguard
The school break the next day felt heavier than usual. Max leaned against the wall of the courtyard, staring at the ground as though the tiles themselves had answers hidden beneath them. Lois stood in front of him, hands on her hips, repeating his own words from the day before with a sharp look on her face.“So… let me get this straight,” she said slowly, raising a brow. “You lost the check, and now you have no choice but to take up my father’s offer?”Max sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. That’s basically it. Not like I planned for it. But what else can I do?”Lois tilted her head, studying him with that mischievous spark she always had in her eyes. Then, suddenly, she leaned closer. “Max… do you own a suit?”Max blinked. “A suit? What does that have to do with—”“Never mind,” Lois cut him off with a wave of her hand, smirking. “Don’t worry about it. After school, I’ll get you one.”Max frowned. “Wait, what—”The bell rang, cutting off his question. Lois simply winked and
Chapter Eighteen – Weapon Mastery Unleashed
The streetlights flickered weakly above, casting long shadows across the deserted road. Max stood rigid, his fists clenched, glaring at the mountain of muscle in front of him. The man was built like a tank, veins bulging along his arms as if they might burst any second. His cruel smirk only deepened when he saw Max’s stance.“Look at you,” the bodybuilder sneered, his laughter booming like thunder. “Are you seriously planning on fighting me? Don’t make me laugh, kid.”Max didn’t respond. His blood was boiling, his heart pounding against his ribs so loudly it almost drowned out the man’s words. He took the first step forward, then another, and with a sharp breath, he launched a barrage of punches at the man’s chest and jaw.Thud. Thud. Thud.It was like punching a brick wall. The bodybuilder didn’t even flinch. Instead, his grin widened.“My turn.”The man’s massive fist swung with terrifying speed. Max barely had time to react before the blow connected with his side. Pain exploded thr
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