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"So, he's the one controlling everything?" Arkanza whispered to himself. He felt that something was wrong. If his most dangerous enemy was back in the game, it meant everything Arkanza had built could collapse in an instant.Arkanza began to plan his next steps to dig deeper into Damien's background. However, with this, the tension only grew. He knew Damien had a lot of information about him—about his weaknesses. Perhaps, even, Damien had already predicted every move Arkanza would make.As Arkanza delved deeper into Damien's resources, he discovered that Damien had invested a lot of time and effort into building a network of spies and informants spread across the world. Vero didn’t just rely on physical strength, but also his intelligence in controlling a world filled with corruption and betrayal. With his cunning, he was able to access nearly all information, even the most hidden ones.As the first step, Arkanza decided to search for more information about the companies connected to
HighSchool of Billionere Found out?
And with every step Arkanza took, he began to realize one thing he couldn’t forget: the most dangerous enemies aren’t just the ones in front of you, but those hiding in the shadows.The evening sky turned red as the school bell rang, marking the end of a long day at the new school Arkanza had just entered. The body of this teenager carried its own dark story, one of which was his encounter with Enzo, a teacher who used his position to harass his students. Arkanza, with life experiences far more mature than his body, knew he had to be careful.In the now-empty hallway, Enzo’s footsteps grew closer. The teacher greeted him with a suspicious thin smile."Arkanza, do you have a moment? I want to discuss something about your assignment," he said, his voice overly friendly.Arkanza gave him a cold stare. He knew it was just an excuse. Every word that came out of Enzo’s mouth felt like a trap. But this time, he held back his anger. This body wasn’t his own, and if he acted recklessly, his fu
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Arkanza fell silent. He didn’t expect Lilian to notice this change."I don’t know who you really are, but I want to help you," Lilian continued. "I just don’t want to see you hurt again.""You know about Enzo, don’t you?" Arkanza asked.Lilian nodded. "I know what he’s been doing. And I know you’re strong, but you don’t have to face this alone."The days at school grew more exhausting for Arkanza, but one thing that always caught his attention was Lilian’s presence. The younger girl, a junior who always appeared at critical moments, made Arkanza increasingly curious. Every time he faced a problem, especially with Enzo, the teacher who often made him uncomfortable, Lilian always showed up at the right time. Unconsciously, he began to see Lilian not just as a friend or a regular junior, but as someone who knew more about him—or rather, about the body he now inhabited.Enzo, with his cunning, always tried to get close to Arkanza, taking advantage of the situation. One day, after a tense
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The afternoon, after class ended, Arkanza found Lilian in the school garden. The evening breeze blew gently, and the atmosphere felt calmer than usual. Arkanza knew this was the opportunity to talk further."Lilian, I know you're hiding something. I want to know more. About this body, about my past," Arkanza said, this time more firmly.Lilian looked at him with sharp eyes. "I’ve told you, Arkanza. It’s too dangerous for you to know.""What are you afraid of? What will happen if I find out?" Arkanza asked, his gaze serious, trying to read Lilian’s expression.Lilian paused for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Because you don’t understand how deep this goes. There is a very powerful force behind all of this, and if you keep investigating, you’ll become a target.""Is that why you always protect me? Because you know more?" Arkanza asked, his voice heavy with concern.Lilian nodded slowly. "Yes, Arkanza. I can’t let you fall into a trap that’s been set a long time ago."Arkanza fell silent
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On the way home, Lilian walked beside Arkanza, carrying a bag filled with cakes from her parents. They walked in silence for a while before Lilian finally spoke."You seem to be thinking a lot, Arkanza," she said."I'm just feeling... like there's so much I don't understand," Arkanza replied honestly.Lilian looked at him, her expression serious. "You don’t have to understand everything right now. Sometimes, time will answer those questions."Arkanza stopped walking and looked at Lilian. "But you know more than you're letting on, don’t you? About me, about this body."Lilian fell silent, her eyes filled with deep guilt. "I didn’t mean to hide anything. I just... I just don’t want you to get hurt.""Why do you care?" Arkanza asked, his voice louder than he intended.Lilian sighed deeply. "Because I’ve lost someone, Arkanza. Someone who was important to me. And I don’t want to lose anyone again."That answer left Arkanza speechless. He knew Lilian was being truthful, but he also felt th
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"But she’s not the only friend you have, is she?" Valerie asked, her tone sharper."Valerie, this isn’t about picking sides. I value both of you," Arkanza replied calmly, though he was starting to feel uncomfortable.Before Valerie could respond, Lilian came back, as if to make sure everything was fine.Valerie glared at Lilian, her eyes filled with emotion. "Lilian, don’t you have any other friends besides Arkanza? Why are you always with him?"Lilian was taken aback by the accusation. "I... I didn’t mean anything by it. I just...""Just what? Just trying to steal his attention?" Valerie cut in."Valerie!" Arkanza said, his voice louder, trying to stop the argument. "What are you doing? Lilian hasn’t done anything wrong.""Really?" Valerie glared at Arkanza, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "You don’t even realize how she’s taking advantage of your kindness."Lilian lowered her gaze, feeling guilty, even though she didn’t know what she was supposed to apologize for. "I didn’t m
HighSchool of Billionere revenge for enzo
The school hallway felt eerily quiet as Arkanza stood in one corner. The sunlight streaming through the windows only highlighted the seriousness etched on his face. In his right hand, he held his phone, while a small microphone was neatly tucked into his pocket. Weeks of meticulous planning had led to this moment, and now, everything was on the verge of execution. "Just one more step, wait and see, you pathetic excuse for a teacher," he muttered under his breath. Enzo, a teacher infamous for his cruel and manipulative ways, was his target. The man had caused countless students to suffer, including Arkanza himself, and he was certain that he wasn’t the only one. Unfair policies, threats of low grades, blatant extortion, and even harassment were part of Enzo's modus operandi. Yet, no one dared to fight back—until Arkanza decided to take the first step. "This isn’t just about me," Arkanza whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the silent hallway. "This is for every student h
HighSchool of Billionere Change schools?
"Arkanza," the principal began with a calm yet firm tone, "after considering all the complaints we've received from Norman, Amber, and several other students, we have decided to transfer you to another school."Arkanza fell silent, trying to process those words. Norman and Amber smirked slightly, satisfied that their plan had succeeded."I'm being transferred?" Arkanza asked softly.The principal nodded. "This isn't a punishment, Arkanza. We just feel that this environment might no longer support your development. The new school offers an approach more suitable to your needs."Arkanza said nothing. He knew it would be futile to argue against the decision.Arkanza's last day at his old school was filled with mixed emotions. Some friends who had always supported him felt sad upon hearing about his transfer. However, there were also those who secretly felt relieved, viewing Arkanza as a magnet for trouble that was better off leaving."You're really leaving, Kan?" asked Valerie, one of hi
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In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,
part 2
The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and
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While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well
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Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching
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"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha
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mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h
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Dusk had not fully fallen when Milan briskly walked down the long corridor leading to Albert’s study. His steps were heavy, filled with a fury he could barely contain. In his hand, he tightly gripped a letter he had found in Arkanza’s room. A short message—an unmistakable sign that Arkanza had decided to leave. To leave him. And Milan had no doubt who was behind that sudden decision."You’re the one who influenced him, aren’t you?" Milan accused bluntly the moment he entered Albert’s room.Albert, calmly seated behind his desk, met Milan’s gaze with sharp but cold eyes. “What are you implying, Milan?”“Don’t play dumb! Arkanza left because of you! You’ve been filling his head with nonsense, making him believe this place isn’t for him!”“That’s not true,” Albert replied calmly. “Arkanza made that decision on his own. I never forced him to leave.”“But you were always with him, whispering things that made him doubt me! You wanted to separate us!”Before Albert could respond, Vikram ente
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The room was dim. Only the glow from the surveillance screens illuminated Milan and Vikram’s serious faces. Their eyes were fixed on the live footage from various corners of the now-empty Smith residence—silent, and almost like a museum of memories. They knew Arkanza would come. They also knew this was no ordinary meeting.Footsteps approached. Then the door opened.“So you two are here,” Arkanza’s voice was calm, but carried a pressure that made both men instantly stand straight.Arkanza stepped in, dressed entirely in black, a long cloak billowing behind him. His face was different—not the lost young man he once was, but someone who knew where he was going, and more importantly: who his enemy was.“Young master, what are you doing here?” Milan spoke softly, relief in his voice.Vikram remained silent, his eyes sharply observing Arkanza’s every move. The tension in the air was subtle, yet suffocating.“I’d like a moment of your time,” said Arkanza. He stopped right in front of them,
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The bathroom was filled with the soft scent of soap as Albert helped Arkanza remove his night robe. The warm light from the ceiling lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. Albert always worked efficiently, his movements practiced and unwavering. But this time, something felt different—like an invisible weight lingering between them.As Albert touched Arkanza’s arm to help him into the bathtub, Arkanza suddenly spoke."Albert," he called, his voice quiet but clear.Albert turned, his expression attentive. "Yes, Sir?"Arkanza stared at the water rippling on the surface of the tub, creating a slightly distorted reflection. "How long have we known each other?"Albert was slightly surprised by the question, but he answered in his usual neutral tone. "Since we were children, Sir."Arkanza nodded slowly, as if he had expected that answer. "And how long have you served me?""For as long as I can remember," Albert replied without hesitation. "My life was always meant to serve you, Sir."Somethin