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Alexander was a bit afraid, and weirdly enough, he also felt a tiny amount of excitement. Despite how intimidating the man looked, riding a Harley-style motorcycle, wearing a black jacket and all that—at least he wasn’t rude. A fact Alexander appreciated very much.

“Hey, kid, you’re Alexander, right?” Alexander just wanted to say no, but he held himself back and answered affirmatively.

“You do know who i am?” the man asked, to which Alexander again answered affirmatively.

“Okay, this makes it way easier. Get on my back. some of yours seniors wnat to see you,” he said, or rather, stated.

“Why?” Alexander blurted out.

A question that seemed to throw the man off. Alexander could swear he saw the man’s eyes become bloodshot or something, but he held it in as he took a deep breath.

“Look, boy, we are your seniors. It is our duty to take care of you. So when we call, you come. No questions asked, that is just simple protocol. Seeing as he neglected to give you guys such crucial information It seems I have to give your class representative a visit, . Now, do not waste my time.”

Alexander wanted to retort, he really did, but seeing how everyone around was avoiding this happening as if it were a plague, either looking on with glee or pity, Alexander doubted kicking up this matter would lead to anything but making it a bigger mess.

Convincing himself that this was completely normal, he got on the back of the motorcycle with a sigh and a head shake. An action that again seemed to anger the man for some reason, though he calmed himself down once more.

‘What the fuck, was this guy high or something?’ Alexander thought inwardly as the motorcycle roared and recklessly zoomed forward.

Alexander was shocked when the motorcycle started heading toward the main gate. Were they going to beat him in front of everyone? Though it would garner the most audience, it would also be too much for the teachers to ignore at that point.

But Alexander was even more shocked when the motorcycle zoomed past the gate. Were they going to get him outside? Maybe their dorm, a common practice for sure. But that didn’t make any sense, because if he knew Taker, his main objective should be humiliating him, for which a corner of the campus would have been the most appropriate place.

In any case, did any of that matter? No, not at all. But there was something that did. “Stop,” he shouted as the senior gave a hard brake.

“What is it now?” the man shouted back.

“Can you wait a bit? I haven’t eaten anything,” Alexander said as he looked at the coffee shop. “I promise it won’t take much time.”

The senior looked as if he was about to say something, but in the end, after a small pause, he permitted it.

Alexander quickly ran into the shop and, of course, ordered an espresso. There were two reasons for this. There was a high chance there would be a fight, so Alexander wanted to be at his best by topping off with one more coffee. And the second reason was quite simple: after a long and savage war between his cravings and his love for money, his cravings won.

After a moderate amount of time, he came out of the shop, which, of course, earned him a glare from the senior. But he didn’t care. There was no way he wasn’t going to enjoy the beverage after he had paid fully for it. Senior be damned. He needed to get his moneys worth, first

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Like before, Alexander could see the man holding back his anger as he started the motorcycle. Alexander got on, and they zoomed forward, the man’s anger on full display in his reckless driving. But none of it mattered to Alexander. While sipping the espresso, he had time to himself, and the conclusion he reached was that it didn’t matter what they wanted to do.

In the end, it was all up to him—what he wanted to do. And he sure as hell knew the answer to that question. If they wanted to beat him up, it was going to be a fight—there was no single doubt in his mind. Was he confident in beating them? No, not at all. For all he knew, there might be a small army of 30 to 40 people waiting for him.

Worst comes to worst, he would just run away, but not before serving up some beatings of his own. There was no way he was going back to how he was.

Though the man was a rough driver, enough so that he almost caused a dozen or so accidents, by the time the sun was setting beneath the horizon, they reached their destination.

Behind the senior, whose name he had come to know as Dillen, Alexander walked up the stairs of the under-construction building. His footsteps echoed through the open, empty floor, the sound fading into the surrounding area due to the lack of walls.

they did not take their to their dorm, which was a bit odd. but at this point Alexander was just along for the ride.

Alexander knew this place, if memory served, a construction side for a new residential area for the upper-middle class. Some kind of half abundant project by the Rosell Group, that has not seen work for almost 6 month. Due to some disagreement or something, he hard it on news one time the deities were murky.

“What took you so long?” The entry of a new voice dragged Alexander out of his thoughts.

He looked up. There were only two others on the floor besides him and Dillen, and, of course, a half-abandoned floor with no walls. Just as he thought, three. Yeah, sure, they were here to beat him up—it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. At lest, the worse did not come to pass, he sure as hell could not fight 30 to f40 man right now.

However, Alexander recognized one of them, the one who was now walking toward him. He didn’t know the guy’s name, but he was the extremely short senior who looked at him piercingly that day at the cafeteria when he finished his sweet time with Taker.

“Dane, I told you not to send Dillen. The man is a softy,” the other guy, taking out the marijuana-lit cigarette from his mouth, said as he blew the smoke into the air. Now Alexander understood what happened, Dillen was not sporadically angry because he was high; he was sporadically angry because he was not high.

“Oh! Fuck off. It’s not like your lazy ass would have done it,” Dillen shot back.

As the two were about to start their banter, the short guy, whose name was Dane, stood right in front of Alexander. The guy was even quite a bit shorter than Alexander, who was short himself, as Alexander heard him murmur, “Just one thing, and you couldn’t even do that pro...”

Alexander was just about to open his mouth, to clear things up or at lest try but before he could do so, or before the sentence had ended, Dane looked up, his blood-red eyes meeting Alexander’s. In that single moment, alarms rang out in Alexander’s head, but it was too late. In moments, before Alexander had the chance to do anything, with a 360 spin, Dane’s elbow slammed into Alexander.

All Alexander had time to do was reel his head back, but he failed to do it in time, resulting in the elbow smashing right into his jawline as he was flung back, hitting a pillar behind him.

The other guy was knocked right out of his high, and Dillen was knocked out of his irritation by the lack of it.

Alexander immediately coughed up blood. He was embedded in the wall, directly his back an inch inside. It was fortunate that Alexander had a Constitution of 4, otherwise, that blow alone would have killed him—Alexander could feel it.

Which was soon proven in the next moment: “You are lucky, boy. If your Constitution was even at 1, that single blow was enough to send you to the hospital for a week or so,” his ancestor chimed in.

“And what if it was null, like before?” Alexander asked internally.

“Most likely, you would have died in the ambulance, but I doubt this one here would have let you.”

“Nah, there was no way he would actually ki...” The word got stuck in Alexander’s mouth as he stared right into the bloodthirsty eyes of Dane through the settling dust.

“What the hell was that, man? I thought we were here to just beat the kid enough so that he couldn’t cultivate anymore,” Dillen snapped at Dane.

“Yeah, man, what are you doing? I know you’re just about to break through to E-rank, but with that kind of force, the kid will die. It’s a miracle he’s still alive,” the other one chimed in, confusion in his voice.

“Lay back, man,” Dillen said.

“Yeah, man, all we need to do is cripple this bastard and we get the money from Mr. Ben. So...” the other guy reinforced, but before he could finish, Dane spoke.

“I lied,” Dane said through gritted teeth, conflicted.

“What do you mean you lied?” Dillen asked slowly.

Alexander was up by this time, but he was just playing dead or rather injured to hear the full story and to recover. This is when Alexander also noticed something—the pain was subsiding pretty quickly. Was it because of his 4 points in Constitution boosting his regeneration? Alexander didn’t know.

“I lied. The offer wasn’t to cripple this bastard but to kill him, and...”

“What the hell, man? We are not killers, mate. Yes, we do go overboard sometimes, but we do not kill,” Dillen shouted back before Dane could finish.

“I lied. I didn’t get to the top of Xeo Level 9 this morning. I broke through.” There was a small pause. Not just from Dane, but also from Dillen and the other guy. They were dumbstruck.

He continued, “It was Mr. Ban, with just one of his piles not only did i reached the pick of xeo 9 but in one fell swoop, I broke through. And all of you can get it too. And not only that, if we do what he asked of us, we will be his man. We will get a job and all the legal protection we need. Out lives will be set” There was another pause as Dane heaved up and down.

“All we have to do, is kill this motherfucker.” With his red eyes Dane looked straight at Alexander.