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.
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 9
The night had come.The dormitory of Michael and his friends buzzed with excitement, tension, and the faint hum of electric anticipation. It was finally here—their final year party.The graduation ceremony had taken place that morning, but the night event was the real deal. Every year, it was the ultimate social battlefield—where students flaunted wealth, confessed love, took revenge, or humiliated rivals for the last time before stepping into the real world. It wasn’t just a party; it was the final reckoning.Barry and Jace sat on their bunks, scrolling through social media feeds of other students bragging about their luxury outfits.One guy was boasting about a seventy-grand shoe.Another flaunted a forty-thousand-dollar shirt.Several girls were posting videos with purses worth more than what the three friends had spent combined.Jace sighed, sinking deeper into his bed. “We’re finished,” he muttered. “We’ll be the joke of the year.”Barry chuckled dryly. “Relax, man. Let them have
Chapter 8
Michael slowly opened his eyes after completing a brief breathing exercise, guided by Mira’s words—and the echo of his master’s teachings deep in his heart. “He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior.” The tension drained from his body, and he unclenched his fists. The first sight before him was Mikel’s face—puffed up, arrogant, and just as punchable as the pumpkin heads his master used for target practice. For a moment, he had imagined punching Mikel’s stupid face but was able to control himself. A short laugh escaped Michael’s lips. Everyone around—Mikel, the attendants, the baddies, Barry, Jace, and even a few customers—stared in disbelief. Here was the so-called weakling, being mocked and dared to prove himself, and instead of swinging, he was laughing.Michael looked around, then smiled faintly. “Mikel here…” he began, his calm voice surprising everyone, “…is the one who saved me and my friends from Charger and his men. We owe him gratitude.”And then, in front of everyo
Chapter 7
The afternoon sun cast a golden hue through the tall glass windows of the luxury store as Michael and his friends wandered from aisle to aisle. They took their time, carefully checking the price tags before adding anything to their shopping baskets. Though the store sparkled with designer labels and limited-edition pieces, they stuck to the lower-end items—shirts, jeans, and shoes that wouldn’t drain their pockets.Michael, however, couldn’t help but glance toward the exclusive sections — the ones roped off for premium clients. The crisp suits, gold-stitched jackets, and shoes that gleamed under the spotlights were calling his name. He could buy them all if he wanted to. But he couldn’t—not now, not without raising suspicion. He had already lied to Barry and Jace once about his fighting skills; another lie about money might make things worse. So, he swallowed the thought and stayed quiet, pretending to care about budget-friendly tags.After a while, they were done and headed to the
Chapter 6
About 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 an
Chapter 5
The air around Neon Wears was still electric with tension when Becky Franchester’s sleek Bentley Continental rolled into the lot. The golden emblem gleamed under the afternoon light, and the instant the tires screeched to a halt, every security officer snapped to attention. Even the arrogant Charger—who only moments ago was barking orders—straightened his uniform and rushed forward, head bowed.Becky stepped out with the poise of someone born into power. Her designer heels clicked sharply against the pavement as her sharp eyes scanned the scene. Her perfectly styled hair and expensive fragrance seemed to announce her presence even before her lips parted.“Good afternoon, Miss Becky!” the guards chorused, bowing in sync.Barry and Jace were still kneeling, begging for mercy, their voices trembling. Michael, however, had enough. He turned to his friends and said in a low, firm voice, “Get up.”They hesitated.“I said, get up,” Michael repeated, pulling them by their arms until they stoo
Chapter 4
The boys got into a taxi and arrived at Neon Wears, the most luxurious and exclusive shopping store on campus—a place where only the rich and powerful dared to shop. The exterior gleamed with glass panels and golden railings that shimmered beneath the afternoon sun. Luxury cars lined the parking lot, their glossy paint reflecting the status of their owners. Inside, through the transparent doors, mannequins dressed in designer outfits stood like proud soldiers of wealth and vanity.Barry whistled long and loud as soon as they stepped out of the taxi. “Bro, this place looks like heaven’s closet,” he exclaimed.Jace echoed, “We’re really doing this, huh? Shopping at Neon Wears on our last day!”Michael was quiet. His eyes scanned the grandeur with calm indifference. To his friends, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. To him, it was merely a familiar sight—one he had lived around for most of his life before being cast out by his family.Barry and Jace rushed toward the gate, laughi
You may also like
I Married a Beautiful Boss After the Breakup
Seafarer's Strike185.3K viewsSavvy Son-in-law
VKBoy225.6K viewsThe Billionaire Heir
Teddy130.9K viewsTHE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER
Wednesday Adaire165.7K viewsThe Healer's Fortune
Ahmedilo94 viewsFROM RAGS TO THE THRONE
Pen Lord257 viewsThe Rise Of The Orphan Billionare
Son Of Neal881 viewsDivorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret
Nathan Emorey3.4K views