THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

Payback Time

Julius stood frozen, eyes wide in shock. The two sexy women clinging to his sides nearly fell off him.

“Who the fuck are you?” he barked, pointing at Magnus.

The long-haired guy and the bearded one spun around and stood beside him.

“Who am I?” Magnus said, his voice shaking with fury. “I’m the older brother of the woman you tried to destroy!”

“Don’t fuck with me! Tell me who you really are!”

Julius’s brain screamed at him: It’s Magnus. Sure, his body looked more built, his aura was completely different—but the face, the voice, the eyes… all unmistakable.

But Magnus was dead. Killed in the war. That was the truth Julius had clung to for years.

So who the hell was this imposter?

Magnus didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it at Julius.

Julius barely caught it—a phone.

His eyes widened as he realized what it was: the phone of one of the men he’d sent to harass Jasmine.

“There’s no escape, Julius,” Magnus said. “Everything you ordered those two to do is saved in the chat history in that phone.”

Julius glared up, rage boiling in his eyes. “What did you do to them?! What did you do to my friends, you fucking imposter?!”

His voice thundered through the club. People started turning to look. 

A waiter rushed to the bar, and disappeared into the back room after the bartender whispered something to him.

The silver-haired thug wiped blood from his lips and stood up.

“They’re no longer in this world,” Magnus replied coldly.

Julius’s eyes flared. All three of his friends turned toward Magnus, ready to jump.

“You fucking bastard! Get him! Beat this imposter to a pulp!”

The three men didn’t wait. They split up and surrounded Magnus.

The long-haired one grabbed a half-full bottle.

The silver-haired one rushed in with a punch, trying to pay Magnus back for the slap earlier.

The bearded one ripped off his belt and swung it like a whip.

People near the lounge area scattered. Even the dance floor started to clear. The music still pounded in the background—an eerie soundtrack for the violence about to unfold.

“Die, you bastard!” yelled the silver-haired man, lunging with a punch.

Simultaneously, the long-haired one raised the bottle high to smash Magnus’s skull, and the bearded one aimed to whip Magnus’s legs.

It should’ve been over. Three-on-one. A perfect ambush.

But Magnus wasn’t just anyone.

He moved so fast he almost blurred. One second later—

BAM! BAM! BAM!—

All three men were sent flying in different directions, crashing into tables and chairs.

Julius’s jaw dropped.

His friends weren’t rookies. They’d brawled, broken bones, and caused chaos for years. But now they were lying flat, barely conscious.

Magnus, meanwhile, hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Magnus turned his eyes on Julius again and started walking forward.

Panicked, Julius reached behind his back—and pulled out a pistol.

The girls who’d been drinking with them screamed and ran. The rest of the club exploded in panic.

“One more step and I’ll blow a fucking hole in your chest!” Julius shouted.

Magnus stopped—not out of fear. He was calculating his next move.

[My Lord, you can incinerate this scum with your magic.]

A smirk tugged at the corner of Magnus’s lips.

If he did that, the entire place would erupt. His powers—his secret—would be exposed.

No. He didn’t need any magic to take Julius down.

Just then, a slick-haired man in an expensive shirt pushed through the crowd. He moved like he owned the place.

“What the hell is going on here? Somebody explain to me!” the man barked.

Magnus glanced at him. The man looked straight at him like he was the villain, then turned to Julius with concern.

“Hendrick, thank god you’re here,” Julius said quickly. “This psycho came outta nowhere and beat up my friends. Do something before I shoot him.”

Magnus understood. This Hendrick guy was Julius’s ally. No doubt about it.

“You know this guy, Julius?” Hendrick asked.

“No, I don’t,” Julius scoffed. “Maybe he’s some fanboy of that loser Magnus who died in the war. Probably got plastic surgery or some shit. He even sounds like that asshole.”

“Ah, no wonder he looked familiar.” Hendrick nodded. “But yeah, Magnus was dead, right?”

“Died like a bitch,” Julius sneered. “Didn’t even last a week on the frontlines.”

“Pathetic,” Hendrick muttered.

“And that’s still not the worst part. He died before paying off his debt. So now, I collect the debt from his sister. Poor girl hasn’t paid a dime in the past three months, but then this imposter shows up trying to act like a hero. I’m two seconds away from putting a bullet in his damn skull!”

Julius’s eyes burned red. Hendrick tried to calm him. Even if he liked Julius’s fat tips, he didn’t want blood spilled in Apple & Poison.

Magnus, on the other hand, was boiling with rage. Hearing Julius talk about “debt collection” sent his mind spiraling—back to those two creeps who tried to rape Jasmine.

His fists clenched.

“Hey, this is between me and Julius,” Magnus growled, eyes drilling into Hendrick. “Walk away if you don’t want to be part of this.”

Hendrick scoffed. He stepped up and raised his chin defiantly.

“I’m Hendrick, the operation manager of this club. You’ve disrupted my VIP guests, caused a scene, and now you threaten me? You’ve got five seconds to walk out of here… or I’ll have security drag you out like a damn dog.”

Julius lowered the gun slightly and smirked.

“Yeah, run away, fake-ass bitch. You’re lucky I didn’t put a fucking hole in your chest.”

Magnus stared coldly at the two of them. Then, without a word, he turned and walked toward a nearby empty table.

[My Lord, you're letting them go unpunished?]

‘Be quiet.’ 

“I don’t know who you are or what connection you have with Magnus and his dirt-poor family,” Julius taunted. “But if you love playing pretend, why don’t you repay his ten-million-dollar debt while you’re at it?”

Magnus stopped. He slowly picked up a luquor bottle on a table beside him with his left hand.

“I will. I’ll pay that fucking debt. In a few days,” said Magnus.

Julius laughed—a sharp, mocking sound.

“So you really think you’re him now? This some method-acting shit? You gonna start licking my shoes like he did?”

“Tell you what,” Julius sneered. “Back then, he licked my shoes in front of my whole family. Want me to take one off and toss it at your feet? Let’s give the whole club a show.”

He laughed again. Hendrick and the three friends—now on their feet—laughed with him.

CRASH!

Magnus smashed the bottle on the edge of the table, shattering it clean. Only half the jagged glass remained in his hand.

Julius instantly raised the pistol again.

[My Lord, he’s going to shoot!]

Magnus knew that. And he was ready.

Just as Julius’s finger curled on the trigger, he turned his body back—

ZASH!

BANG!

“AARGH!”

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