Free Web NovelChapter 16: A friend
Doran smirked as he pointed at Vyral.
’’Teach him a lesson.’’
One of his underlings leisurely walked toward Vyral. He puffed out his fat belly while looking down at him, his eyes filled with contempt.
Vyral let out a sigh before standing up. Wearing a ragged cloak that barely hid his dirty, bare torso, he looked up at the fat man, who was taller than him by three heads.
Vyral looked completely weak and skinny, as if he had never had a regular meal in his life, while the fat man stood healthy and well-fed, his muscular arms clearly showing the advantages of a privileged life — proper meals every day and structured training.
It was a typical image of two people from completely different worlds — the bottom and the peak of society.
’’What a stench. How many years have you not taken a bath? I’d guess your whole life,’’ the fat man spat in disgust, staring at Vyral’s body covered in dirt and grime from the polluted zone.
With a heavy slap, the fat man struck Vyral, sending a deafening impact echoing through the corridor before Vyral was thrown backward, tumbling several times like a ragged doll.
Silence.
Quiet scoffs began to spread through the crowd, except for Doran.
He frowned deeply as he saw his underling struggling to hide his broken, shaking hand after slapping Vyral. It felt like he had just slapped a metal block, not the cheek of a normal human.
’’He’s abnormal.’’
Vyral fought to stand up even though he was still dizzy. He pressed the side of his nose and snorted out a streak of blood onto the marble-tiled floor.
He was closer to the fat man and looked up. His eyes flashed with a tinge of provocation.
’’Fat bitch... Is that all you have? Even my grandfather does better than you. I guess those muscles come from some kind of steroids, not from years of hard training.’’
He smirked.
’’Come on, use all you have on me.’’
A plenty of veins raised over the fat man’s forehead, yet he wouldn’t let the provocation take him out. He glanced at Doran as if waiting for a new order before this unpredicted situation.
Doran nodded in helplessness.
A side of the fat man’s lip rose up as he glanced at Vyral. Each of his fingers slowly gathered into a fist. The fat man used all his power in his right arm, the fiber of muscles bulging evenly before he instantly landed a brutal, accurate punch at Vryal’s face, causing him to slam onto the floor in the blink of an eye.
The sharp cracking bone resounded violently – the stream of blood splashed out over the floor after the single punch.
Vyral laid motionlessly on the floor, bathed in his own blood – his face painted crimson color, not showing the broken patches of flesh on his face.
Some girl’s face showed horror as she instinctively covered her mouth.
’’He killed him. Damn! This is big trouble.’’ A student held his head in worry.
Another student just shrugged indifferently.
’’Nah, just a scavenger... Don’t forget who killed him. Worst case, just a few days of detention.’’
Nearby, the student nodded.
’’Yeah, I agree.’’
Meanwhile, Doran almost burst into rage. His fat belly jiggled as he roared at his underling. It was totally not his intention, yet his underling overdid it.
However, his expression quickly shifted from angry to confusion when he saw his underling’s face grow pale as death. He was clutching his completely shattered left hand tightly. Blood dripped down, mixed with flesh and bone.
’’Guess it’s all you have from three meals a day.’’ Vyral coughed out a few handfuls of blood before struggling to stand up.
He broke into a wicked smile, causing everyone to get goosebumps for a moment, as he went crazy in this situation.
Despite the pain, at least his plan had succeeded; he was already an insane freak in their eyes.
He felt no pain at the moment, as the wave of adrenaline took over him, suppressing it, leaving only a strange, absolute calm inside him.
The broken, bleeding skin on his face slowly healed at an average speed – Taste of iron lingered on his tongue.
Blood slowly ran down his body as if washing away the dirt on his skin, revealing thin muscular lines. He still looked skinny, yet not weak at all – his body like a Rapier – fragile, bendy, but deadly and unbreakable.
Vyral never imagined that his body had been enhanced to this extent through the game. This world had no mana, so what humans took from the game after logging out was a boosted body and basic techniques. Luckily, his mythical race had a physical evolution ability that gave him a big advantage in the real world.
Even if he only had a half mana core, he was still stronger than a lot of superhumans with a complete mana core here.
This fat bitch was the perfect test to see whether he was strong enough to survive in this academy or not.
He slowly stepped closer to the fat man, who simply fell backward while shivering, shooting him a terrified look.
’’S-stay away from me, you damn freak!’’
His will was broken by Vyral. This one had no more role to play here.
This was his experience – it had always been effective because he was a tenacious honey badger. Bullies always wanted to satisfy their sense of power by picking on the weaker ones, not a weak body, but a pathetic, weak will. They were the beloved prey of bullies.
Just by showing what they needed to see, they would leave him alone. Yet in this current case... simply put, he was stronger than this one. freёwebnovel.com
Vyral glanced at Doran, who flinched for a second. Reacting quickly, Doran explained in a gentle voice.
’’Dude, calm down. I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want, I can buy it for you. Even a beautiful girl.’’
Vyral blinked several times before grinning. He had already known from the beginning what Doran was trying to do for him—a test for Vyral—so he readily accepted Doran’s request.
’’A VR gaming pod .’’
Doran was stunned for a second. He didn’t expect Vyral to answer so quickly. It looked like Vyral was more rational than he thought.
He rubbed his palms in excitement and said, clearly showing his real intention.
’’I want to be friends with you... Don’t worry. I’ll give you a fair price.’’
Vyral shrugged.
’’Fine.’’
