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chapter ten

Miles could barely think. He hated the fact he had to feel what Dennis felt when he was about to die.

But he couldn't deny the fact that he felt his helplessness and, of course, his anger, which he kind of felt was a good thing.

Each time Dennis was angered, Miles felt powerful, or was it Dennis?

A part of him was split in half. One part was Robertson and the other part was Lawson.

He grabbed his head as he journeyed back home. Miles knew who his enemies were, but then, he never really got in the way of Jack Voss.

Ever since the academy started to manifest its power, Miles never cared.

All he did was try and buy the power he wanted, but funnily, he couldn't even buy it.

The system came back to him as an anomaly. But now, he was a predator!

A system that could steal the power of anybody he wanted. Also, a part of him felt betrayed.

If his father, or was it his mother, had somehow manipulated Dennis Lawson's project, then he needed to know why.

Each time Miles dives into more research about Dennis's project, the more he sees the potential of him becoming someone of value.

Miles had taken it upon himself to visit his old family. To make sure his new mother never lacked anything.

He paid her medication bills, helped her with food, and also did every single thing Dennis would have wanted to do.

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"And where the hell are you coming from?" his mother shouted.

"Do you know that I have been covering for your ass ever since the murder of that dead boy?" she barked, her fist tightening and her gaze hardening.

Mild simply walked past her like she didn't mean anything to her.

"Don't you dare walk away from me, Miles! You talk to me when I am talking at you!"

Miles paused even though he hated it.

Denis was the obedient one. He never was, but now, he felt he was big in the same way as the boy.

He had always felt the pain and powers of every individual; he collected their attributes, so if he was indeed Denis Lawson, then he had everything he had.

Miles clenched his fist and slowly turned back. Homework, Mum! What part of that don't you understand?"

"Homework? Do you even hear yourself? Is that a reasonable excuse, Miles? Is that an excuse for you to leave my house in the morning and come back late at night? What the hell is going on?!"

Miles hated when he was being nagged at. His mother knew too well not to raise her voice, but she didn't care.

Not when he came home late and didn't care about time. "You know I can protect myself, Mother. I am not scared. I am a Robertson." Miles said

Lilith's tired eyes scanned her son. "You know, you have been acting strange. Ever since the death of that boy! Why? Is there something you are not telling me?" she asked

"You seriously need to stop bothering yourself, Ma. Do I need to tell you that we are having a dinner date with one of Dad's major clients tomorrow? I bet Father is worried I might do something stupid. Is that why you are trying to be the mother of the year?"

Lilith walked towards her son, and a deafening sound echoed.

SLAP!

"I don't know what has come over you, but I am your mother, Miles. You are going to learn to speak to me properly or..."

She paused.

Her gaze frightened a bit when she saw his eyebrows glowed faintly.

[SYSTEM DISORDER]

[STAY IN CONTROL]

Miles shut his eyes and let out a long sigh. He inhaled sharply and exhaled before staring at his mother.

"I am sorry," Miles finally said.

"You are sorry?" Lilth asked, her gaze fixed on him.

For a moment, the room went silent. Not silent, awkward.

Miles had never been sorry even when he was at fault. He was this type of person who always had a reason to be bad and nasty all the time.

But now, it seems he had a gaze that was different from the death gaze he always had.

"Fine! I am mad at you, but since you learned to apologize, then maybe we can have rules in this house," Lilith said again.

Miles' body burned. Rules?

He was never a boy who played by anyone's rules. Not even Jack Voss.

The main reason why he was scared at Blackthorn University. His lips twitched at a corner.

"Rules? You know I hate your rules by now, Mother," Miles said again.

Mother?

Lilth froze.

Miles never called her that. He had always believed she gave birth to him too early.

Lilith was just twenty-three years old, while Miles was fifteen. Miles hated it when his mother looked like any girl he wanted on the university grounds.

"If you don't want the rules, then you need to stop coming home late! Your father is going to have to grind you if you are not being careful," she said finally.

"I heard you the first time, Mother. Can we just skip this part and let me go to my room? I have a lot to do."

Lilith laughed. "We both know you don't do your assignment. So, what exactly is your excuse?"

Miles's body reacted in ways he didn't like. He has believed in the power of education, and he has always done his assignment.

He was not only a bookworm, but he was also smart.

Maybe that was the part he needed to change. He needed to start acting more like Miles and stop acting like the fool who got himself killed over a woman.

Miles bid his mother goodnight and walked into his room. The moment he shut the door, he landed on the bed, worn out and tired.

He had helped his mother move to a new house all thanks to the new body he had.

But now, he needed to realize and understand what he really built and why he was killed for it.