I am the New King in the Idol System

Chapter 8-Venting Anger

Thor's body was sweating profusely. Denver dreamed he was being forcibly separated from his father by someone.

“Denver! Denver! Promise me you'll live to fulfill your dreams!” shouted Trevor as he was pulled and put into a car by men dressed in black.

“Daddy!” cried Denver as his little body was held tightly, not allowed to go with his father.

“Ben! Thor!”

“Hah!”

The man's eyes opened instantly when he heard the familiar name being called. For some reason, Denver was getting used to being called Thor or Ben in his ears. He also enjoyed his role inside Thor's body. Yes, who wouldn't love to have an athletic body, handsome face, strong and a little mischievous. Although Thor was a thug, Denver's domineering nature made Thor's figure begin to be liked by people because he was not as gratuitous as a street thug.

“Oh, Brock. Hi, is it ... morning already?” asked Thor as he sat slowly on the bed even though his eyes still felt heavy to open.

“You had a nightmare? I thought you had a seizure from an overdose.”

“Ha?” said Thor, astonished by his gang mate's narrow-mindedness.

“Black asked you to use the car. You used Volvo's motorcycle. He's coming to get the bike,” Brock replied, making Thor's brow furrow.

“Really? Ah, sorry about that,” Thor replied then got off the bed and stood up.

“You shaved your head?” asked Brock, watching Thor's face closely. The man known as Ben nodded slowly, still sleepy. “Do you shave it yourself?” he asked again which was answered with a silent nod. “Since when can you do that?”

“Last night. By the way, I need to pee. You don't have to come,” Thor said then walked lazily towards the bathroom.

Brock observes his gang mate's changes carefully. Thor washed his face, brushed his teeth, used deodorant and perfume, and then changed his clothes into the new ones in the closet.

“I have really bad taste in clothes. I should buy some new clothes,” Thor said as he looked through the closet.

Denver shakes his head because Thor's clothes are mostly sleeveless shirts with scary pictures. Almost all of his clothes are black. Only a pair of jeans with a few rips, whether intentional or modeled that way, Denver feels that those clothes are not his style.

“Go see Horas immediately. You're starting to scare me,” Brock says, making Thor chuckle softly.

“I'll see him in the morning,” Thor replied as he brushed out his new hairstyle. “Oh, do... I get free breakfast in this house?”

“You're really weird. Hurry downstairs if you don't want to run out of breakfast rations,” Brock replied and left with a frown on his face.

“Okay,” Thor replied casually then tidied up his appearance before leaving.

He carried the only bag he had into the dining room. Who would have thought, if there were so many Black members. The dining room was packed and looked more like a bar. Denver was amazed that in the early hours of the morning, some people were already drinking beer and eating fatty foods full of cholesterol. Denver, on the other hand, was a fan of vegetables and fruit.

“Mm, okay,” he said when he saw the breakfast menu that morning which made him nauseous because of the many fatty foods.

“Hurry up, I'm already hungry,” said a fat man who had tattoos of bears on both arms.

“Sorry,” Thor replied unpleasantly and grabbed some less fatty food. Of course, the drastic change in Thor Benedict left those who knew him astonished.

“I think you really have a brain problem, Ben. You look like a loser. Look at your food. It looks more like cattle food than human food. Hahahaha!” laughed the man with the bear tattoo.

Denver, who felt the man's words were true, even though they sounded hurtful, could only smile. Who would have thought that his calm demeanor would make people who knew him suspicious.

“Hey!” exclaimed Thor as all of a sudden, his shirt was grabbed, and his body was grabbed by the fat man.

“Your attitude really embarrasses our gang, Ben. You were insulted and just smiled. You didn't even talk back to me,” the man said, forcing Denver to put down his food. Not wanting to be considered the odd man out in the band of criminals, he was desperate to put up a fight.

“Oh!” people exclaimed as Thor suddenly smashed his face into the fat man's nose.

Practically, the unexpected attack left the opponent dazed. The grip on Thor's shirt loosened. Denver felt a little dizzy, but then his consciousness was quickly restored.

[The Host's physical and fighting abilities adjust according to the power points earned. The more points received, the greater the Host's strength. The Host will become a man who can hardly be defeated]

Thor's smile grew. He suddenly became excited to fight. Honestly, he was scared. However, in order to gain high points, this was the perfect time to vent his pent-up anger. Plus, he didn't recognize those guys. Yes, they were criminals who deserved to be beaten.

“Come on!” shouted Thor defiantly.

“Damn you, Ben!” retorted the fat man as he launched a right fist.

Denver saw the move. He ducked to avoid the move. The fat man was stunned that Thor responded so quickly. However, his fat body got him into trouble.

“Ugh!”

Denver launched a right fist right under the fat man's chin. The man with the bear tattoo fell to the ground and groaned in pain. People were shocked, but challenged to fight Thor.

“Harghh!”

Denver, who was reminded of Thomas' hurtful words, imagined the man with the nose piercing to be him. “Take this, Thomas!”

“Ugh!” moaned the pierced man as his nose took the brunt of the blow. Blood flowed profusely as his nasal bone was broken.

Instantly, the dining room, which had been bustling, became even noisier. Several people made bets on Thor and the people who fought him. Denver vented all his frustration to the Stanton family who had been using him through those thugs. Who would have thought, Thor's hand-to-hand fighting skills amazed Denver. Seven people lay on the floor moaning in pain.

“Hahaha! I won! You did great, Ben!” exclaims Brock as he takes the money from the bet with gusto.

Denver's breath caught, but he was satisfied. He wasn't badly hurt, just bruised on many parts of his body from being hit blind when he fought the other thugs.

[Hand-to-hand combat host. +10 physical strength points]

“Wohoo!” exclaimed Thor happily as he raised his arms up in pride. Suddenly, however, there was an instant silence. Denver, sensing that something was up, turned his head when he heard the sound of heels approaching him. “Black,” called Thor, who immediately maintained his demeanor. After all, that woman was the boss of all the thugs in the house.

The eyes of the beautiful woman called Black scanned the surroundings. She observed her men lying on the ground moaning in pain as they bled. Denver tried to remain calm as he was now being stared at by the woman with long black hair.

“Well done! You never let me down, Ben!” exclaimed Black to Denver's surprise.

Black's demeanor was different from the previous one. She looked like someone else because she was laughing at something that was not funny. She stepped on the bodies of her men who were groaning in pain on the floor like a board. She stepped on them one by one until her feet were on the dining room floor.

“I don't like weak men. As punishment, no time off,” Black said as he picked up some roasted meat without looking at the other person.

The men on the floor could only curse. Denver felt that the time off meant a lot to them. He began to be careful not to lose his vacation time even though he didn't know what Thor really did.