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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The men laughed harshly, the sound scraping against the refined quiet of the club. One of them leaned forward, resting both hands on the table as he stared Michael down, eyes bloodshot and gleaming with threat. “You got two options, pretty boy,” He said slowly. “You walk back to your seat right now and pretend none of this happened, or we beat you into a pulp right here and use your teeth as decoration for this place.” A murmur rippled through the room. Someone sucked in a sharp breath. Others shifted uncomfortably, torn between fear and morbid curiosity. “Who is that fellow?” Someone asked, a woman sitting in the corner with a female partner. “I don't know but he seems to be overly confident.” The other replied. “I would really love to speak to him after.” “He could just be another proud fool. Let's wait for the outcome of this confrontation.” ‘Oh you're right.” Michael didn’t move. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even change his expression. He simply sighed, “If you’r
Chapter 71
Michael returned the cat gently to Monica’s lap. It settled immediately, curling against her. Monica let out a quiet laugh, the sound soft and genuine kind, and looked up at him with appreciation in her eyes. “Thank you.” She said, “He usually doesn’t chase things like that. Guess the music wasn’t exciting enough for him tonight.” Michael smiled faintly. “Jazz has a way of sneaking up on you. It doesn’t demand attention. It waits until you’re ready to listen.” Her brows lifted slightly, surprised. “That’s… actually a very good way to put it.” She glanced toward the stage, where the band was easing into a slower tune again. “Most people think it’s just background noise.” Michael added calmly, “That’s because they’re listening for noise. Not conversation.” Monica studied him for a moment, curiosity replacing her initial caution. “You sound like someone who knows jazz.” “I’ve been learning.” He admitted, “There’s a lot more to it than people give it credit for.” She was pleased
Chapter 70
As more information about Monica Rivera came in, Michael found himself leaning deeper into his chair, listening with an interest that surprised even him. “Favorite color is green.” Barry said, scrolling through notes on his phone. “Not the flashy kind. Forest green. Calm stuff.” “She loves cats.” Jace added. “Rescues them, actually. Funds shelters quietly. No press.” Michael hummed softly. “That already tells me more than most boardroom profiles ever could.” Barry nodded. “She’s… Normal. Easygoing. Polite to staff. Doesn’t look down on people.” “And here’s the big one.” Jace continued, lowering his voice. “The totem. She keeps it on her at all times.” Michael’s gaze sharpened. “On her?” “Yeah.” Barry said. “Wears it around her neck. Looks like a simple brooch, old design, family heirloom. Most people don’t even notice it.” Michael stood and walked slowly across the room. “That means no vault. No guards rotating shifts. No breaking and entering.” “But it also means we can’t t
Chapter 69
A soft knock echoed through the room. Celia stirred, her thoughts pulling away from the dull ache in her arm. “Come in.” She said quietly. The door opened, and Michael stood there for a moment, one hand resting on the frame. His expression was unreadable, guarded, as though he were bracing himself. Then he stepped aside. Barry and Jace stood behind him. Celia blinked in surprise. Barry was the first to step in. He looked uncomfortable, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense. Jace followed more slowly, his eyes fixed on the floor. The three men stopped just inside the room, the air thick with unspoken words. Michael stayed near the door, arms crossed, watching. “I… uh,” Barry started, then stopped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “We’re sorry, Celia. Really sorry.” Jace lifted his head. His voice was quiet, strained. “What happened was our fault. No excuses. We lost control.” Celia sat up slightly, careful of her injured arm. She studied their faces, the gu
Chapter 68
Celia’s scream cut through the house like a blade. Michael had been halfway down the hall when he heard it. For a split second, his mind refused to process the sound. Then instinct took over. He ran. He burst into the kitchen to a scene that made his blood run cold. The pot lay tipped over on the floor, its contents spread across the tiles in a steaming mess. The sharp smell of heat and spices burned the air. Celia was on the ground, clutching her arm, her body shaking violently as she cried out in pain. Her skin was already turning red, angry blisters beginning to rise where the hot liquid had splashed her. Barry and Jace stood frozen on either side of her, the spice jar shattered at their feet. For half a second, Michael didn’t move. Then rage unlike anything he had felt before surged through him. “What the hell did you do?” He roared. Both men flinched. Michael crossed the room in two strides and dropped to his knees beside Celia. “Hey, hey, look at me.” He said, his voice
Chapter 67
Two weeks passed, and instead of things settling down, they only grew worse. Barry and Jace fought constantly. It wasn’t loud arguments every time, sometimes it was sharp looks, clipped words, doors slammed just a little too hard. Other times, it exploded into full-blown shouting matches that left the air thick and sour. Michael tried everything. He talked to them separately, then together. He reminded them of the mission, of everything they had survived. He warned them, pleaded with them, even snapped at them once or twice when his patience finally ran thin. Nothing worked. Every time it seemed like they might cool off, Mira would appear, leaning too close to Barry, laughing too softly, touching his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jace would see it, his jaw would tighten, and whatever fragile peace existed would shatter again. Michael could feel it draining him. His plans stalled. His thoughts scattered. Their next move, crucial, dangerous, and carefully
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