2025-08-05 20:13:32[SUDDEN QUEST TRIGGERED:] [DEFEAT THE ANGRY GIANT — JOHN KENT]
Max read the message with a stiff laugh. “Defeat… him?” he glanced at John—built like a dump truck with fists the size of tree trunks. Max raised his hands nervously. “Listen, John… I can explain this.” WHAM! Max’s explanation was interrupted by a freight-train punch to the gut that sent him crashing into a row of folding chairs. Grimm winced from above. “Yeah, I don’t think he’s in the mood for explanations.” “Screw it!” Max yelled, scrambling to his feet and charging forward. “Consecutive punches!” [ERROR: SKILL LOCKED.] Max’s heart skipped. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S LOCKED?!” John’s fist answered for the system with a crunching blow to Max’s side. He dropped to his knees. [HP: 23/369] “System!” Max barked through the pain. “Help me!” [INSERT BRONZE KEY TO UNLOCK A SKILL] Max dug through his pocket, hands trembling, finally pulling out the bronze key. He slammed it into the system’s glowing slot. [SKILL UNLOCKED: FALCON DROP] “A devastating aerial spinning kick aimed at the target’s skull.” “Oh, we’re doing this,” Max grinned. He charged forward, the memory of Craig’s punch, John’s foot, the name ‘slave boy’ echoing in his head. Max leapt—but the system buzzed again. [INSUFFICIENT MP. 100 MP REQUIRED.] Before Max could scream, John uppercutted him so hard he tasted Tuesday. [HP: 9/369] Max collapsed, clutching his ribs. “Grimm… your turn. How do I use your powers?” Grimm smiled. “Finally. I thought you’d never ask. All I have to do is—” “JUST DO IT!” Max screamed as John charged. Suddenly— CRACK! John stumbled backward, a red mark on his cheek. Max blinked. “Wait… that was my fist.” He staggered into a fighting stance—feet planted, arms loose, calm… precise. Grimm smirked. “Congratulations. You’re now borrowing the soul of the legend: Bruce Lee.” Max’s body moved on instinct. Every punch, every dodge, every parry—fluid, exact. John swung wide, but Max slipped each hit like he was water. But then… Max frowned. His punches weren’t doing real damage. “Grimm!” he gasped. “He’s not even flinching!” Grimm nodded. “Physique difference. Your speed’s great—but strength? You’re a chihuahua slapping a boulder. You’ve got one minute before the soul expires!” “System!” Max shouted, “Do I still have the attribute points from my first fight?!” [YES.] “Put them all into strength! Now!” [STRENGTH: 6 → 11] Max’s next punch? John felt it. Crack by crack, his face started bruising. Max ducked a hook and landed three jabs, a spin, and a palm strike. John stumbled. “What the hell…” Max leapt into the air. “Let’s finish this—!” Then his legs gave out. [SOUL LINK EXPIRING… 3… 2… 1…] [DISCONNECTED.] Max crashed to the ground, twitching in pain. “Grimm… why does everything hurt?” he groaned. Grimm hovered beside him, arms folded. “Because you just used Bruce Lee’s soul in a body that’s never even won a dodgeball match. You thought this was free?” John got up slowly, enraged. “You’re dead, kid.” He stepped on Max’s face, pressing down. Max, through muffled pain, started laughing. “You think I’m alone?” The elevator dinged. Max grinned. “He’s here.” John turned—ready for a fight. No one was there. He turned back. Max… was gone. “WHAT THE—WHERE’D HE GO?!” Max had dragged himself into a dark corner, barely able to breathe. “Okay… maybe not my best plan,” he wheezed. He whispered, “System. What does the silver key do?” [UNLOCKS ADDITIONAL STATS.] Max fumbled in his pocket—empty. “No… no no no!” Grimm hovered above. “Maybe you dropped it during your mid-air flailing?” Max scrambled back into the room. There, under a table—the silver key. He grabbed it—but a roar echoed. John had seen it too. The giant charged like a rhino. Max didn’t hesitate. He jammed the key into the system. [CHOOSE STAT TO INCREASE] “MP!” > [MP INCREASED BY 150.] John lunged. Max ran toward him, leapt, stepped on his knee, then his shoulder—launching into the air. “FALCON DROP!!” Spinning mid-air like a cyclone, Max delivered a bone-shattering kick to John’s skull. BOOM! The ground cracked as John hit it. [QUEST COMPLETE.] Max stumbled backward, arms up in triumph. “I DID IT! WOOOOO—” WHACK! Craig sucker-punched him from behind. “You’re DEAD, MAX!” But then… CREEEEAK. The back door opened. A mountain of a man ducked into the room—twice the size of John, bald, arms like tree trunks, and wearing a staff badge. His eyes locked on the crumpled body of his younger brother. “…Why is my brother on the floor?” Craig’s eyes went wide. He bolted, slamming doors, yelling, “EVERYBODY OUT! THE BOSS IS HERE!” More doors opened. Craig’s whole gang started pouring into the room—over 20 people, all in various states of rage, realization, or running. Max blinked, half-conscious. “Well... this is escalated quickly.”
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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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