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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A week later, Michael's condition had improved significantly. His wounds had healed enough for the doctors to approve his discharge, and after spending that much time in the hospital, he was more than ready to leave. While Barry handled the paperwork, Michael gathered his belongings and prepared to go. He had just finished checking that he had not left anything behind when the door opened. Adrian stepped into the room. It was the first time Michael had seen him since the battle with Mira. Adrian seemed fine on the outside, at least. The compound had given his body an extra boost during recovery, helping him recover from his injuries faster than expected. "Adrian..." Michael called softly. Adrian looked at him and smiled. Michael knew about the complicated situation between Adrian and Mira. He couldn't deny that if Adrian had chosen to fight alongside her, he would have felt deeply betrayed. Still, he believed everyone had the right to make their own choices. That was why he h
Chapter 595
"He's in a coma..." Barry responded in a low voice. "And he might not wake up." Michael slowly nodded. It was all he could manage in that moment. He lowered his eyes, trying to process the news with mixed emotions. Barry continued. "Even if he does wake up, he's likely to suffer from permanent memory loss." He looked away, his expression growing heavier as he struggled with the words. Michael watched him closely and noticed the guilt written all over his face. Barry was blaming himself, and it was clear that the thought had been eating away at him. "I did that to him..." Barry muttered, touching his bandaged eye. "I shouldn't have gone that far, but..." He sucked in a breath, unable to finish the sentence. His fingers lingered against the bandage as he remembered the fight, the punches he had thrown, and the damage he had inflicted. Michael didn't know what to say. He understood that Barry was hurting, but he also knew that no words could undo what had happened. Silence settled
Chapter 594
Sunset City Hospital. A VIP room. Even before Michael opened his eyes, he could hear the television mounted on the wall. A presenter was reporting the latest news, her voice carrying through the quiet room as she announced the death of Mira Scofield. The report continued, discussing the final battle and the destruction left behind at the Scofield estate. Michael's eyelids slowly lifted. His vision was blurry at first, and he needed a few moments to understand where he was. He tried to move, but the pain throughout his body made him stop. Then he noticed someone sitting at the edge of his bed. It was his mother, Cristy. Her back was turned toward him as she watched the television. Her shoulders jerked up and down, and the quiet sound of her crying reached him. She hadn't noticed that he was awake. Michael watched her for a moment, his chest tightening as he realized how much pain she was carrying. He tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate. A sharp ache spread throu
Chapter 593
The explosion of purple energy levelled the entire courtyard. Pillars collapsed, the surrounding buildings cracked, and the already-destroyed structure shook violently under the force. Dust filled the air as pieces of stone and concrete rained down around the estate. When the light finally began to fade, the twins stood at opposite ends of the ruined courtyard, neither of them looking at the other. Michael stood with his shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to breathe. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his clothes were torn in several places. He stared at the ground, trying to steady himself, but even standing seemed to take more strength than he had left. "It shouldn't have come to this..." He murmured, swallowing painfully before adding, "It really shouldn't have." Mira remained silent for a moment. She looked down at herself, and her expression changed as she finally understood the extent of her injuries. A huge portion of her left side was gone, leaving
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Michael flexed his hand, looking at it with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. He hadn't expected to break through Mira's crimson barrier, especially after losing access to two of his abilities. He curled his fingers into a fist and watched the blue energy flicker around them. "This kind of makes up it… Damn." He raised his head to look at Mira, who was still standing on the balcony. "You're right about me not having some of my abilities anymore." He called out, "But I'll have you know that I didn't lose them." Mira raised an eyebrow. "I had them blocked off on purpose." Michael finished. Mira stared at him for a moment before scoffing. She began walking along the balcony, keeping her eyes on him as she tried to make sense of his words. "So, what you're telling me is that you dumbed down your abilities on purpose, just so this would feel like a fair fight?" Michael shrugged, the smile on his face becoming more taunting. "Something like that." The answer struck a nerve. M
Chapter 591
Michael and Mira’s exchange became destructive very quickly, especially with no one around to get in their way. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and before the dust had even settled, both twins were already moving again. Neither of them was willing to give the other a chance to take control of the fight. Michael pushed forward, throwing a punch toward Mira’s face. She leaned aside just enough to avoid it, then caught his arm with a burst of crimson energy and swung him toward the ground. He twisted in midair, landed on his feet, and drove himself forward again before she could follow up. Their fists met, and the impact sent another wave of force through the courtyard, cracking the stone beneath them. Mira slid backward, her shoes scraping against the ground. She raised one hand, and the stones around Michael began to shake. Several large pieces broke free from the courtyard, rising into the air under the force of her gravity. Michael glanced up as they gathered above him,
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