"Hand over your money, you ignorant fool!" Bruce angrily shouted at Aamon as he delivered a forceful blow to his stomach, while four of Bruce's companions restrained Aamon.Aamon's injuries were severe, causing him to bleed heavily and struggle to catch his breath. His face was covered in blood, and his heart pounded in his chest. He yearned to retaliate, but the odds were stacked against him.They found themselves on the roof deck of the university once again, engaging in their usual routine of ambushing and assaulting him for no apparent reason. However, this time, their motives had shifted—they were after his money. Aamon endured relentless torment from these boys, facing the cruelty brought on by his orphaned status. Despite the excruciating pain pulsating through his head, Aamon clung tightly to the few bills in his possession, not letting go of them. "This is my only allowance for..." Aamon attempted to speak, but Bruce simply chuckled and delivered another blow to his stomach
Aamon experienced a sudden lighter sensation, as if he were floating on a cloud, while simultaneously sensing his soul transcend his body. He was fully aware of his own death, knowing how he fell from the vast expanse between the roof deck and the ground. He believed that the emotions overwhelming him were akin to the end of life itself. Just as he was on the verge of surrender, a radiant glow emanated from within his chest. The brilliance of the light illuminated every corner. He couldn't believe his eyes as he realized the source of the light was exactly where his amulet had been. He fondly recalled receiving the precious gift from his parents, cherishing it, and safeguarding it for a decade.He let out a sigh of discomfort as he experienced a sudden jolt, feeling his spirit being forcefully drawn back into his body. His breathing became erratic, as if he had been unexpectedly shocked. Aamon’s heart pounded like a drum, filling him with renewed vitality. Bewildered and disoriente
Aamon's anger surged, his fist tightening and his teeth grinding together, his gaze fixed on Bruce and his gang with eyes ablaze. He was astonished by their words, unable to fathom their audacity in bringing him to the roof deck and requesting his silence. What's the secret they wanted him to keep? Was it the fact that they almost got him killed?With a furious laugh, Aamon advanced towards them, never breaking eye contact with Bruce. He was about to inquire further, his mouth poised to ask the pressing questions. "What exactly is the secret you're asking me to keep?" Aamon inquired, causing Bruce's expression to shift as he turned his gaze towards him. "Are you really expecting me to hide the fact that you pushed me off this roof deck and almost killed me, and it’s all because of bullies like you?" He inquired, yet received no response. Deep within, a seething rage consumed him. That he really wanted to confront Bruce and let out all of his anger was overwhelming, but he knew th
The bullies turned around and were taken aback by the sight of a stunning girl with sleek brown curly hair and pretty white bow on her hair. She applied a glossy lip product that gave her lips a radiant glow. Bruce and his gang were captivated by her presence, never expecting to encounter such a stunning girl at their school. Aamon couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He blinked repeatedly, almost questioning his own senses. Yet, he couldn't deny the undeniable truth—this girl before him was undeniably real. Bruce quickly abandoned Aamon and approached the girl with an inappropriate grin, assuming she would be just another target of his usual mistreatment. The girl continued to smile, unfazed by Bruce's presence. She persisted in asking them what they were up to, but Bruce simply whistled in response. "I should be asking you that question, miss beautiful," Bruce asked in a crude manner, much to the girl's annoyance, "May I know your name?" He inquired, and without waiting for th
Deshna understood Aamon's curiosity about his parents, but she lacked knowledge about them herself. She felt uneasy about shattering his hopeful expectations."Unfortunately, I have no idea where they are," Deshna said with a sigh, causing Aamon's expression to drop. He felt let down when he encountered someone who claimed to have knowledge of his parents, only to discover that her understanding was quite limited. "It would have been better if you refrained from discussing something you have no knowledge of or any idea about their whereabouts in the first place" Aamon murmured softly, his optimism had been shattered."I understand your curiosity about your parents, the eagerness you have is motivating. however, I have limited knowledge about them myself, so I can only provide you with limited information." Deshna was giving Aamon an explanation."It's been a whole decade since they disappeared, and there hasn't been a single word about their whereabouts. But strangely enough, I coul
After considering it for a moment, Aamon agreed to the invitation and promptly jumped into the car. "Wow! This is sleek and cutting-edge Lamborghini sports car is a true masterpiece, with only a limited production of just five models. Its modern design and advanced features make it a standout in the automotive world. and this was only recently released! how'd you manage to get one?" Aamon asked and Deshna only grin back at him.Aamon was filled with excitement as his hand made contact with the car seat. It was hard for him to fathom that he would eventually have the opportunity to ride one. He was just a poor boy who somehow managed to survive on the government's subsidy. He struggled to make ends meet with the little money he had, and things got even worse when bullies started taking his allowance."Do you fancy the car?" Deshna exclaimed as she began driving down the road."This is quite an impressive ride you've got here. I hope to possess one someday." Aamon admitted. He was bec
It was already too late before Aamon could realize that Deshna had already left him alone inside the garage. And upon his realization, there would be no way for him to actually be able to go to the party in his situation now.Suddenly, someone from behind Aamon abruptly cleared his throat, and this jolted Aamon to look around. He found a talk figure of a man in casual grey long sleeves and pants. “Welcome to the Silverine Villa, young master.” He instantly greeted Aamon.“Excuse me, but who are you?” Aamon promptly asked.“Apologies, young master. I’m Radcliff, although most people often call me Rad for short. I am the butler of the Silverines, and of course, I am here to serve you, young master.”“I see, Rad. Do you happen to know where Deshna could have gone?” Aamon, however, asked, suddenly switching the subject.“To be honest, I haven’t been able to speak with Miss Deshna. She was talking to someone earlier when I came to cross path with her. She just told me however to come for
Everyone started to laugh at Aamon. They all think he was just trying brag them that he could afford one. Every one in the class knew that Aamon was poor and barely could meet ends meet. Aamon had already anticipated that they wouldn’t even believe him in the first place. However, Aamon couldn’t simply let them continue mocking him—never again.“Oh come on, how on earth would you even pay, moron? Through the subsidy that the government has grant you?” one of the members of Bruce’s gang said.It caused another series of mocking laugh for the crowd after they heard that. And it didn’t end there, after that, another one of Bruce’s gang member immediately prompted saying, “Yeah, what was that he said last time? Oh right, ‘that’s the only money I have.’” and he gave out a hoarse laugh.One more pointed at Aamon and said, “People like you are a trash of society, milking out from the taxes that our parents pays.”Bruce gave off a smirk, pleased with the mockery that Aamon was having at th