2025-10-29 21:37:02About thirty minutes after the chaos at Neon Wears—where Michael had not only destroyed Charger and his men but also wrecked Becky’s Bentley—he and his friends found themselves at another luxury store across town. The tension had died down a bit, but Barry and Jace were still visibly shaken. They had begged Michael to avoid Neon Wears entirely after what happened.
Michael, calm as always, had insisted they finish their shopping there, but his friends flat-out refused. They were terrified Becky would call the police and have them arrested for assault and property damage. In their minds, Michael might be able to beat up security guards, but he couldn’t win against the law.
Michael didn’t care about the police—not because he thought himself invincible, but because he knew how to handle such matters quietly. Still, seeing how anxious his friends were, he decided not to argue. He only sighed and followed them into the new store to keep their minds at peace.
For the past half hour, Barry and Jace had been sneaking glances at Michael, their faces filled with disbelief. The same Michael who used to get bullied in class? The same Michael who never fought back, who once got slapped by a junior and didn’t even raise his voice? The same guy had just sent Charger’s men flying through the air like rag dolls.
Jace couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Bro… where the hell did you learn that?” he asked. “Like, since when did you start fighting like that?”
Michael smiled faintly, shaking his head. “Just been practicing secretly,” he said coolly. “I got tired of the bullying, so I found an online master who’s been training me for a while.”
“Online master?” Barry repeated, frowning. “Like YouTube or something?”
Michael shrugged. “Something like that.”
The two friends exchanged a look of relief. So that was it—beginner’s luck. A lucky streak. Nothing mystical or mysterious.
Barry slapped Michael on the back and laughed. “Man, that was wild though. You saw Charger’s face? He looked like a cartoon character missing a tooth!”
The memory made them all laugh. Jace couldn’t stop reenacting how Charger’s men flew through the air and crashed into Becky’s car. “Boom! Boom! Boom!” he said, waving his arms dramatically.
Barry wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing. “Man, I can’t wait to see the memes! Charger’s livestream must’ve gone viral by now!”
They were still laughing as they stepped into the store. This one was glossier, larger—filled with gold trimmings and the scent of imported leather. It screamed class. The trio stood there for a while, admiring the elegance.
Just then, a sudden scream pierced the air.
“MICHAEL!!!”
They all turned. Three stunning girls, dressed in designer clothes and holding shopping bags, were waving excitedly from across the room.
“MICHAEL!!! Oh my God, it’s HIM!” one of them yelled, bouncing on her heels.
Barry and Jace froze, then turned to Michael with wide grins. “Bro…” Jace whispered. “You just became famous.”
Barry elbowed him. “See? You don’t need Jane anymore, bro. These baddies are literally screaming for you now!”
Michael chuckled modestly. The girls started calling him names:
“Campus Bruce Lee!”
“Lancelot of Moons!”
“The Dragon King!”
All making the boys laugh even harder.
“Wave back, man!” Barry urged. “Don’t be shy!”
Michael hesitated, then gave a small wave. The girls squealed even louder and started running toward them, throwing their shopping bags aside as if they couldn’t wait another second. Barry and Jace stepped back, clearing the way dramatically.
“Open your arms, bro,” Jace whispered, nudging him. “Time to embrace your fans!”
Michael awkwardly spread his arms open. The girls kept running—until they reached him… and shoved all three of them aside.
Barry and Jace crashed to the floor, and Michael staggered but caught himself before falling. The girls didn’t even look at them. They brushed past, their perfumes trailing behind, and ran straight toward someone standing behind the trio.
Michael turned—and froze.
It was Michael Braken, better known as Mikel, the campus green belt karate champion. The girls squealed and jumped into his arms like he was a movie star.
For a moment, Mikel looked confused—but when the girls started hugging him and calling him “the strongest man on campus,” he went along with it.
Barry’s jaw dropped. “What the hell?”
Jace scowled. “They thought that Michael was this Michael!”
Michael just sighed, rubbing his temples. “Let them have it. It’s fine.”
“Fine?!” Barry barked. “Bro, they’re giving your credit to him! That’s YOUR slap that broke Charger’s tooth!”
Michael laughed softly. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t need the attention.”
But Mikel was thriving on it. He hugged the girls tighter, posing for selfies and videos. Within minutes, his phone started buzzing uncontrollably. When he checked it, his Gram followers had skyrocketed—from less than 5,000 to over 250,000 in half an hour.
“What the—?” he muttered, scrolling through his notifications. His DMs were blowing up—from girls he had admired for years, from campus influencers, even from people outside the university. Some were calling him a legend, a hero, the “Dragon of Moons.”
He blinked in disbelief. “Did I just become… famous?”
One of the girls giggled, tugging his arm. “Of course, you did! We all saw what you did to Charger! You’re amazing!”
Mikel froze. “Ch–Charger?!”
“Yeah!” another girl said dreamily. “You destroyed him and his men! Everyone’s talking about it!”
Mikel’s eyes widened in panic. ‘Charger? The same Charger who beat me up last semester?’
There was no way. He wasn’t even there!
Trying to keep his cool, he laughed nervously. “Ah, right, right. Yeah… that Charger.”
The girls clung to him tighter, squealing. “You’re the strongest man on campus!”
Mikel forced a grin but was sweating bullets. He excused himself, saying he needed to “use the restroom,” and hurried away. His heart was pounding.
“Who the hell beat up Charger then?” he muttered to himself as he locked the door behind him. “And why does everyone think it’s me?”
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, realization dawning slowly.
“…Wait. Don’t tell me… it was that other Michael? Can’t be, he’s a weakling.”
Outside, the girls were livestreaming, tagging him, calling him “Campus Dragon King.” The store’s speakers were filled with their laughter.
Meanwhile, a few aisles away, the real Michael was silently checking out outfits with his friends—calm, unreadable, and smiling faintly at the irony of it all.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t need recognition to feel powerful.
The world could keep worshiping a fake. He didn’t care.
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Mira found out about Jace’s meeting with Michael through one of Gordon’s informants. She stood in the strategy room, the message tablet still glowing in her hand. Her jaw tightened as she read the report again, “This is f*cking unacceptable…” The door slid open and Jace walked in, unaware that she already knew. “You went behind my back.” Mira said without turning around. Jace stopped mid-step, his eyes widening slightly, “How did you-?” “You met him.” She cut in sharply and finally faced him, her crimson eyes faintly glowing. “You thought it was smart to approach Michael without telling me?” “I was trying to fix a problem.” Jace strained, “Fuel is running dry and soldiers are exhausted. Civilians are scared, Mira. We can’t keep pretending everything’s fine.” “That was not your call to make.” She snapped, “You offered a ceasefire! Seriously?” “I offered a conversation.” He corrected, “There’s a difference.” Her eyes burned brighter, “You even lied to him!” “I had to.” She la
Chapter 302
“Jace wants to meet up right now?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow as he read the message again on the screen. Barry scoffed loudly, “Is he insane? He knows I’ll kill him the next time I see him.” “That’s why you’re not going, it’ll be just me.” Michael grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and headed for the door like it was already decided. Barry’s eyes widened. “What? You’re crazy! It could be a trap.” “I think he’s way more sensible than pissing me off right now…” Michael replied calmly. “And besides, I’m not exactly the subdueable type.” “I’m coming too.” “So you can kill him before he gets a word out? Nope. You’re in charge here, I’ll see you.” Barry threw his hands in the air, “I can’t believe you’re wasting time and fuel on that idiot.” Michael smiled slightly, “Who said I’m wasting fuel?” Barry raised an eyebrow, confused.– The electric bicycle sprinted along the empty road with unnatural speed, the motor alone could not have pushed it that fast. Micha
Chapter 301
Two weeks later. Terra felt heavier than usual. Fuel levels had dropped from concerning to critical, entire districts had reduced power consumption. Night patrols were shorter, training drills had been cut in half, even the air defense grid had begun operating in rotation to conserve energy. In the strategy room, Mira stared at the digital fuel log projected across the table. The numbers were cold and unforgiving, red indicators blinked next to storage hubs that had once been full. She leaned back in her chair slowly, her fingers pressing against her temples. “Why the hell would they burn this much on patrols? F*cking hell!” She snapped. In one sharp motion, she swept the stack of physical files off the desk. Papers scattered across the floor and a glass of water tipped over and rolled away. The doors slid open and Jace walked in with Gordon behind him. Jace’s expression mirrored hers, though he kept it contained. One of his sleeves hung empty, he had removed his mechanical arm a
Chapter 300
The next morning in Aurora City Memorial Hospital was quiet, almost peaceful. The surgery lasted several hours, and for once, there were no explosions, no glowing eyes, no violent clashes between twins. Just bright operating lights and the steady focus of trained hands doing careful work. Thomas led the procedure still, but with calm precision. He no longer had any intent to tweak anything. Mira’s condition had been worse than anyone expected, the scans showed fragile vessels and abnormal pressure around damaged regions of her brain. For someone like her to even stand and fight in that state was nothing short of terrifying. When it was finally over, Thomas removed his gloves and let out a controlled breath. “She’ll live.” He said simply. “Recovery won’t be instant, but the pressure has been relieved. The bleeding should stop.” Jace, who had been waiting outside the entire time, closed his eyes in relief. He did not smile, he rarely did since Mira told him about the pain, but the
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Michael turned fully toward Mira and Jace, confusion and tension mixing in his eyes. “Did father also arrange for you to come here?” Mira let out a dry scoff. “Father? Please. As if I’d ever ask that man for help. We all know you’re his golden child anyway.” She folded her arms and tilted her head. “That said, how the hell did you lose your memories? Did you hit your head that hard?” Michael instinctively rubbed the side of his head. The moment he did, something cracked open inside his mind. Images flashed violently, Moons University, the chemical technology faculty courtyard, Killian’s twisted grin, the iron rods piercing through his eye and stomach and the intense pain that surged through him at that moment. He staggered back as the hallway seemed to tilt. Thomas rushed forward and grabbed his arm to steady him. Mira watched with mild irritation. “Just my luck.” She muttered. “If it wasn’t for this damn hindrance, this would’ve been the perfect chance to end him.” More memori
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The next morning felt different the moment Michael opened his eyes. Celia was already awake and pacing the room like she had too much coffee. She kept checking her phone, adjusting the curtains, fixing the bed sheets even though they were perfectly straight. Michael sat up slowly, studying her without saying anything at first. He had lost his memories, not his instincts. Something was definitely off. She caught him staring and flashed him a bright smile, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” “Like someone who ran a marathon in his head.” He replied calmly. “You seem… Energetic.” She laughed a little too fast, “It’s a nice day. That’s all.” He didn’t push it immediately, but the feeling stayed in his chest. It felt tight and uncomfortable, like a knot that refused to loosen. Whatever she and Thomas talked about last night had not left her mind… And now it wasn’t leaving his either. Later that morning, they went up to the rooftop. The space was polished and quiet, with sleek bench
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