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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"Ooh, you're cooking?" Mira practically dashed into the kitchen. "You know, I skipped dinner at the estate because I was in no mood to eat. Not with my brother keeping everyone on edge. But coming over here and getting a whiff of this? I change my mind." She returned to the paper bag she had brought and proudly pulled out a bottle of wine. "Good thing I came prepared." Adrian only sighed. "Stand back, you might burn yourself." A few minutes later, he plated everything and carried it to the living room. There wasn't a dining table yet, so they ate around the coffee table instead. Mira kept trying to start conversations about random things. The weather, Snow City, the neighbors, a stray cat she saw on the way over… Eventually Adrian told her to focus on eating before her food got cold. After that, they ate in comfortable silence. When they finished, Adrian uncorked the wine and poured a glass for her first. He slid it across the table, "Drink." Mira looked at the glass, then at h
Chapter 372
The next day was charity day for Mira-Jane. From the moment she stepped out of her hotel, supporters waved signs with her name on them and children held up drawings they hoped she would notice as cameras captured every moment. She smiled through all of it. Her first stop was an orphanage on the eastern side of Sunset City. The building had suffered damage during the war but had recently been renovated. The staff welcomed her warmly, and dozens of children rushed forward excitedly. For nearly an hour she played games with them, helped them paint pictures, listened to their stories and posed for photos. At one point, a little girl wrapped her arms around Mira-Jane's waist and refused to let go. The cameras practically exploded with excitement. It was the perfect image. Mira-Jane somehow maintained her smile until she finally made it back to her vehicle. The moment the door shut behind her, she immediately grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer. "Oh my goodness." She squeezed half t
Chapter 371
Scofield Estate. Barry scoffed as he watched the replay of Mira-Jane Fletcher's arrival on television, "She must feel like some kind of hero or something. Look at that crowd." The screen showed thousands of people cheering as Fletcher waved from her convoy. "Let her have her moment." Michael said calmly from his chair. "Soon, she'll be regretting all of that." Barry looked away from the television. "You still haven't told me what you're planning. Everything we've tried so far has failed. I even spoke to Isaac, he got nothing. How are you so calm?" Michael folded his hands. "Because I'm Michael Scofield." Barry rolled his eye. Michael continued, "And because I believe desperation will always overcome loyalty. Especially when the people you're loyal to keep screwing you over." Barry's expression changed, "Is this about Cobe Marshall?" "We'll see." Barry swallowed. Even after all these years, there were times when Michael completely lost him. The frightening part was that he us
Chapter 370
After a series of practiced smiles, endless handshakes, and enough waving to make her arm ache, Fletcher finally arrived at her hotel. The moment the elevator doors opened onto the private floor reserved for her, the cheerful expression she had worn all day began to crack. By the time she reached the presidential suite, there was nothing left of the charming public figure the city adored. The door shut behind her and she immediately kicked off her heels and sent them flying across the room. "What an exhausting ride." She groaned, dropping onto the edge of the bed. "Are the roads always that bumpy?" Her assistant calmly set down a folder. "Most of the roads affected by the war are still undergoing repairs. Reconstruction efforts are ongoing throughout the city." Mira-Jane stared at her. "Okay, know-it-all." The assistant remained silent. Mira-Jane rolled her eyes and stretched her legs. "Now get out, all of you. I need to get some rest." The assistant nodded and the guards began
Chapter 369
The reporters immediately swarmed Jane the moment she stepped out into the open. Microphones were pushed toward her from every direction. "Is it true that you dated Michael Scofield briefly?" One reporter asked. "What was he like?" Another followed. "Did he ever hurt you?" "Was he difficult?" Jane slowly removed her sunglasses and cleared her throat, it was obvious she was enjoying every second of the attention. "Well, Michael and I did date briefly…" She began with a small smile. "But I was never aware that he was a Scofield. Well, except maybe those two lackeys he always had around him. Ben and Jack? I don't remember their names, but they seemed to trust him a lot." Her friends standing nearby nodded along. More questions came flying at her, but Jane ignored them and continued speaking. "Oh, and Celia too. She definitely knew. That's why she always defended him. Hah, That bitch sure played the long game." With that, she pushed past the crowd and continued walking. Then sudde
Chapter 368
"So now what?" Barry asked in frustration. He dropped heavily into his chair and stared at the dead monitor. "We can't even hack her. She seems invincible." The destroyed system sat in front of them like a trophy belonging to Mira-Jane Fletcher. Nobody liked it. Adrian rubbed his face and let out a tired sigh, "We'll look for other ways." Mira immediately rolled her eyes. "Oh come on." She leaned back in her chair, "What other way is there than to snipe her? She's already proven that she has us right where she wants us. What she won't see coming is a bullet heading straight for that brain of hers." Her gaze shifted toward Michael. "Come on, brother. You're thinking about it too. Let's just get this over with, yeah?" Michael looked at her firmly. "No. And let this be the last time you bring that up." The room fell silent immediately. Mira's smile disappeared, "Or what?" Nobody spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became too hard to breathe in. Max quietly leaned back in his chair, “
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