Chapter 26: The Dandy Young Master

"Beep---Beep----Beep"

The blaring alarm echoed through the underground shelter as the massive mobile city, "The Nest," passed over Rockhill Valley once again. The entire refuge instinctively powered down, and everyone held their breath, waiting for "The Nest" to move along.

But this time, something was different.

Instead of continuing on its way, "The Nest" lingered overhead, hovering for an unusually long time. It was as if it was searching for something—or perhaps confirming something.

As the alarm finally ceased and power was restored, the sewing factory flickered back to life. However, amid the return to normalcy, one person remained undisturbed, still diligently working by the dim glow of her lamp.

Maggie.

"Finally... it's done!"

Maggie spread out the finished garment she had been painstakingly sewing for weeks. She gazed at it with pride, as if it were the greatest achievement of her life.

But then, she sighed.

"Ugh... now the real problem—how do I even give this to him? This is so annoying!"

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The next morning, inside the grandest mansion in Rockhill Valley, in its highest-floor bedroom, the floor was littered with clothes.

And not just his own.

Scattered among the mess were women's garments as well. The trail of discarded clothing led up to the massive bed, where Alex lay fast asleep—alongside two women.

Luna and Judy. The same two women he had taken from the rebel camp.

"Ugh... my head is killing me..."

Alex groggily sat up, rubbing his temples. He glanced at the two women beside him, looking puzzled.

"Wait... how did they end up here?" he muttered, struggling to recall the events of the previous night. His memory was hazy, thanks to all the drinking.

Then, he let out a bitter chuckle.

"Ah, whatever. Not like it matters. I was always a scumbag anyway... definitely no match for that noble Captain..."

As he reached for his clothes, his AI wristwatch, Ray, spoke up in its usual stern voice.

"You shouldn't be wasting your energy like this, Alex."

Alex scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, please. No matter how much I train, I can’t even reach the first level of Qi. I’ll never be a hero—don’t want to be one, either. You picked the wrong guy. I just want to be... me."

Ray's voice carried a hint of confusion.

"And what exactly do you want to be?"

Now fully dressed, Alex grabbed his coat, glanced back at the sleeping women, then smirked as he reached the door.

"I want to have fun... and cause some trouble."

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Alex strutted down the street, moving with an unmistakable air of mischief. His steps were light, his grin devilish—today, he was on a mission to stir up some chaos.

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First stop: a pottery shop, where an elderly man was carefully shaping clay into delicate vases. Alex, ever the gentleman, offered to help.

Unfortunately for the old man, Alex used Qi to shape the clay at super speed. The result? A batch of utterly bizarre, grotesque sculptures. The poor shopkeeper nearly had a heart attack.

Next, he spotted a little girl selling flowers on the street. Ever the generous type, he offered to buy her entire basket. The girl beamed with joy—until Alex started launching the flowers into the hair of unsuspecting pedestrians using Qi. Chaos ensued, as couples broke into arguments over random flowers appearing in their partners’ hair. Alex cackled to himself, thoroughly enjoying the drama.

Watching his invisible Qi manipulate objects so effortlessly, he smirked.

"This is way more fun than training."

And so, he continued down the street, playing pranks, annoying shopkeepers, and leaving a trail of frustration in his wake. It only took a few blocks for the entire marketplace to devolve into chaos.

Finally, he stopped in front of a small liquor shop, his signature smirk returning.

Now... what kind of trouble should I cause here?

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Ever since discovering Alex’s secret during their last mission—and hearing that Anna was getting married—Leo had been in a downward spiral. After confronting Commander Ryan about it and getting nowhere, he disappeared into a dark alley, drowning his frustration in booze.

But the worst part? He wasn’t even named the next commander of the Resistance. That stung the most.

“How pathetic… How did it all come to this?” Leo muttered bitterly, taking another long swig from his bottle. “Leo, you idiot…”

The great hero of the Resistance, now sulking alone in an alley. No one would’ve expected to see him like this.

Just then, a commotion broke out on the street. Curious, Leo stepped out from the shadows and peered around the corner.

Inside a small bar, a loud, extravagant voice rang out:

“Today, I’m in a fantastic mood! Drinks are on me—everyone, drink up!”

A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd.

“Three cheers for Young Master Alex!”

Of course. Who else could afford to throw money around like that? In all of Rockhill Valley, only one man had that kind of arrogance—Alex.

Right in the center of the chaos, Alex was basking in the attention, indulging in drinks and laughter. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about using his Qi, putting on flashy tricks to entertain the drunken crowd. It was reckless. Ridiculous.

Two people suddenly rushed into the bar—Maggie and Max.

They had heard about Alex’s wild antics all morning and dropped everything to find him. But as soon as they stepped inside, they froze.

The place was packed, noisy, and chaotic, but what really caught their attention was Alex, draping his arms around two women, grinning as he drank.

“Wait… Is that really Alex?” Max asked, dumbfounded.

Maggie didn’t answer. She just stared at Alex with a dark, unreadable expression.

For days, she had been busy working on a gift—an outfit she planned to give away—so she hadn’t seen much of Alex. But when she finally heard about his reckless behavior, she wasn’t angry.

She was worried.

Maggie stepped forward, her voice calm but firm.

“I know Anna’s news hit you hard, but do you really need to do this?”

Alex glanced up, saw Maggie and Max, and lazily waved the two women away. Then, with a drunken grin, he spread his arms and laughed.

“Look at this! It’s great, isn’t it? I bring joy to the people!”

Maggie’s response was ice-cold.

“Are you happy?”

For a moment, Alex didn’t answer. He just chuckled, his breath reeking of alcohol.

“Of course I am… Besides—”

Without warning, he pulled Maggie into a tight embrace.

“—I still have you, my best friend!”

Maggie froze.

She had never imagined Alex would ever hold her like this. Not even in her dreams.

Max, on the other hand, looked away, his face tense. He knew Maggie had always been in love with Alex. He knew she would never see him, the “fat guy,” in that way.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“All right, you’re wasted,” Max muttered, stepping forward to help. “Let’s get you home.”

Alex let out a final, drowsy laugh before his body relaxed, and he drifted into unconsciousness.

Maggie sighed, gently patting his head.

“Idiot.”

She and Max struggled to lift him—Alex wasn’t exactly light. Just as they were about to give up, a shadow loomed over them.

“I’ll carry him.”

Startled, they looked up.

Standing before them, looking serious and composed, was none other than Leo—the man who had been missing for days.

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