Phillip stood in front of the bed that Edmund was lying on, covered with countless wraps of magical herbs, and despite its undisputable quality, it was still taking time to heal his butler. "It seems that our little brother has broken him beyond anything he has gone through," Thalia said as she walked behind him, looking at Edmund.
"He will be fine; he just needs a few more days to recover," Phillip replied, looking at the other maids replacing the herbs that were on his body with new and fresh herbs.
"Maybe. But his mind will be broken, and it will remain that way." She muttered before walking out of the room.
Phillip then looked at Edmund again, shaking his head, still couldn't believe what he had seen yesterday, 'What is that ring?' He thought, realizing that this match against his brother, which he had been so confident about defeating, might be more complicated than he first expected.
But even though he knew the risk, it made him much more curious; he wanted to know how powerful it made his weak little brother, and he wanted to know if the ring would be better for him.
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"Whoo! Whoo!" Damon started jogging while moving his hands in the air, improving his stamina.
"Would this actually work?" The reflection asked as it floated right beside Damon.
"Hopefully, I am not really training anymore… I'm just testing…." Damon replied while continuing his jogging.
He knew that it was unrealistic to expect a significant change in terms of stamina in just a week since it takes years for a boxer to be able to fight 12 rounds at the highest level and try to convert his fat body into a fat body with high stamina would be unrealistic.
And even though that would be a significant change of ideas from what he first planned, seeing how good or bad his stamina was would help a lot in his planning for the fight, "So you are not gonna train?" His reflection asked.
"Well, not for this fight, but I need planning, a lot of planning…." Damon said before he dropped to the ground taking out a small notebook from his pocket and writing down the time that he lasted jogging.
As he stood up, he could see someone peeking from the side of the mansion, clearly trying to spy on him, but as this person emerged out of there, Damon could see that it was his ex-fiance, Xandra, "You think with that kind of strength you can fight against your brother?" She asked.
What do you want?" Damon asked while wiping off his sweat while walking towards the mansion with his legs sore.
"You can't beat him; you will die." She roared before Damon turned.
"And? Im sure you wouldn't come here to waste my time with your words, right?" He asked, sounding annoyed.
Xandra closed her while biting on her own lips, trying to control her anger, "I can lend you help, so you can beat your brother and live." She continued.
Damon laughed before entering the mansion, not even thinking about the deal at all. "Why did you ignore her?" His reflection asked.
Damon looked at Wyne as if he was the biggest idiot he had ever talked to, which would be true considering that no one on earth would buy such a lie; he then shook his head before continuing walking up the stairs, "Dont forget, she was part of the problem that made you the way you are, trusting her would be the most foolish thing that anyone on the planet could do, and even if she really helps up defeat Phillip, she would find a way that would make us bound to her." He explained before entering the room.
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"So, that didn't work…." The elder of Uldron said as he walked towards Xandra.
"I don't understand. He was always so compliant, always so obedient, and so innocent. What changed him?" She asked.
Astirix looked at his granddaughter with a shocked expression raising his brows, realizing what was going on, "Do you like him?" He asked.
Ever since she was engaged to Damon, she had always tried to berate and insult him. So why was she acting like this?
"No!" She shouted, covering her face and looking annoyed at her granddaughter. "I just… It is weird to see someone change that quickly."
"Maybe the reason he changed was because of you," Astirix replied as he saw a lot of men, including himself, being changed after being humiliated for a long time.
"Or maybe it is just the ring…." She replied, also wondering if she would benefit from using the ring.
"Maybe." Astirix said as he raised his head and looked at Damon's room, "But I can say this, without the ring, he is definitely nothing; he can't even jog." He muttered before looking at Xandra. "Get on good terms with Philip. And get the ring after Damon dies."
Xandra nodded; that was the new plan, after all. "I will."
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"Aghhh!!!" Edmund screamed in bed and ripped out the bandages that were covering his entire body, the image of blood spilling on the floor and Damon's face stuck in his head; it was like a parasite-infected in his head, feeding on his fear, on every emotion he had.
"Edmund!" One of the maids jolted back, trying not to get accidentally hit by the bear-like butler; with one good hit to the head, he might be able to kill any of those girls.
"How long have I been here… How long have I been out?" He asked, trying to stop his hands from shivering. He looked at his shaky hands and realized that it was similar to how he reacted when he was near Thalia, but he wasn't even close to Damon, but he was shaking.
"About a day… we used up nearly our daily resource of herbs on you…." The maid replied, causing Edmudn to gulp at just hearing it. That many herbs were enough to heal someone who had encountered near death, and he could still feel that he hadn't fully recovered. "He could have killed me…." He whispered before he listened to the door nob moving, causing him to look at the door.
As it opened, he tightened his fist while biting on his teeth anxiously before he saw Philip entering the room; his expression showed all the relief that he had at the moment.
"You're finally awake," Philip said, looking glad that his loyal butler was finally awake.
"I'm sorry, sir… I didn't punish him like how you wanted him to…."
Philip shook his head, "Never mind about that, forget about it. I just want to know if Damon really did change a lot… How is his strength?" He asked.
"I know you are expecting me to say yes. But all I feel is he got heavier. And he also knows how to use it to his advantage, but his physical strength has not improved." Edmund responded.Philip shook his head, "If you say so… But I feel that there is definitely something more." He said before Edmund jolted in pain and lay on the bed again.The maids were quick to tend Edmund, helping him put on the bandages and the herbs around where his body was still hurt."You need to rest," Philip said before heading for the door to exit and leaving Edmund to be taken care of more attentively."Sir. Are you sure you want to fight him? How long do we have to do this?" Edmund asked.Philip stopped before gesturing to the maids to level the room, leaving both him and Edmund alone. "We don't have a choice. Thalia, she…" Philip said before stopping as he heard murmurs out of the door. "You know why we have to do this. Let's not talk about it anymore." He continued before walking out.The maids walked
Damon smiled as he maintained eye contact with Philip, "If I wasn't confident in defeating you, I wouldn't have chosen to fight you anyways."Philip looked at Damon shaking his head, "How are you gonna defeat me with the body of yours? You won't be able to land any hits on me."Damon shook his head while maintaining eye contact, causing Philip to feel a bit weak for some reason he didn't know, causing him to look away to break the awkwardness. Upon seeing this, he smiled.Damon was fighting against a skilled fighter that actually fought in fights that could kill him, and he needed everything in his arsenal to survive. And the eye contact was part of the staredown, which most fighters back on earth would do to get into the opponent's head.And as far as he knew, he had defeated Philip mentally, and all he needed to do was beat him physically."Are both of you ready?" The guard in the middle asked.Phillip nodded before Damon shook his head, "Before this fight, I would like to propose a
The darkness enveloped him like a thick, suffocating blanket, smothering all light and hope. All five senses he had when he was alive were gone; he couldn't see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. All he had was his mind. And all he could do was ponder and think about what had happened to him.And even though he had all the time to think about everything he had ever done, only one memory lingered, one that caused his eventual downfall.It all started when he won the Presidential election for the second time. The news reporter's voice filled his mind, "To exceed the father's legacy, President Damon Watts has won the Presidential election again, winning 304 electoral votes and doing what his father could not do."He smiled, turning off the news on his smartphone before opening the car window and waving to his supporters. Armored vehicles filled with secret service agents were put in place to protect him, and his supporters screamed his name even though the sun was brightly shining on them.S
Damon couldn't believe what he saw upon opening his eyes again. Everywhere he looked, everything seemed unfamiliar, foreign even. And to top it off, there was a full set of armor in his room, along with other items that looked too lavish to be called bedroom decor. He had been into many lavish rooms and houses, and this one easily tops it all.As he stood up, Damon realized something strange - his legs and body were completely healed, despite feeling like he had just been through a brutal beating. To confirm his suspicion, he removed his shirt and inspected his body. Much to his surprise, there wasn't even a hint of a bruise or scratch on his skin. Yet despite this, his body still looked pale and skinny, like a twig that had been withered by the harsh winter winds.But the biggest shock came when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. "Holy mother of Lincoln... That's not even me!" he exclaimed in disbelief. His face looked almost a decade younger than he was, and the facial
A stick holding the weight of a large boulder. This was what Damon was thinking at that time. It was impossible for a woman that slender to stop a punch that heavy. But if his memory served him right, that wasn't just any woman; that was his sister, Thalia Wyne; she was one of the candidates for inheriting the role of patriarch.For all he knew, she might have been the strongest female that he had ever met.Edmund quickly turned from a tiger to a gentle bulldog, immediately retrieving his punch and lowering his head.He even hid his hand, which was shaking uncontrollably as if he had PTSD from a previous encounter he had with her."Thalia… How can I help you…" Phillip, who was acting like the biggest ass known to a man, suddenly turned into a choirboy in front of her while Edmund remained quiet in front, hiding behind his master with his head lowered.Damon knew that she was powerful from the memories that he had of her lingering in his mind, but to be this feared by her own brother?
Damon walked closer to the mirror, staring back at him like a scared kid, "Who are you?" He asked."I'm… Damon Wyne." The reflection replied very slowly, struggling to talk without stuttering."That's impossible." He replied, "I am Damon Wyne. What kind of prank are you lot playing? I won't be tricked.""This is no trick… President Damon Watts." The reflection replied.Damon froze, his eyes widened, staring at the reflection, looking threatened by it. "How do you know that name?" He asked."You know mine because you saw my memory, and I see yours too." The reflection said before disappearing from the mirror.Watt's eyebrow raised before he walked towards the now empty mirror, with his reflection non-existent. He knocked on it and even looked at the back of it, but nothing; he couldn't find any trick behind what he had just witnessed.'It must be my imagination…' Watt continued before he turned to his bed to continue packing his clothes, before he jumped back in fright, shocked at what
"So, is this the Wyneguard mansion?" A girl similar to Damon Wyne's age asked as she exited the carriage and stared at the large building."It's not the main family's one, but it is nearly just as important." Another man said as he walked out of it behind her; he had a beard that was neatly cut and wore an emblem on his clothing, a blue symbol that represented the Magic family of Uldor, which was one of the most powerful families in the continent from their profound magical lineage.The mansion's doors opened wide with maids and butlers walking outside before Philip and Edmund exited, walking towards one of the elders of Uldor, "High Mage, it's a pleasure for you to come here." Philip said as he bowed slightly before walking towards the High Mage Astirix Uldor."Philip Wyne? It's been a long time since we met." Astirix said as he extended his hands toward Damon and shook his hand before the High Mage stopped before looking up at one of the windows feeling as if someone was watching th
"What?" Philip asked with a shocked expression planted on his face. Meanwhile, Thalia kept quiet, but her widened eyes explained her shock enough.But the ones that were the most startled were the guest, they had always remembered Damon as a kind and meek boy, but now he looked confident and was already cursing in front of the elders."What?" Damon raised his left eyebrow, "I was just asking if any of you were having a good time." He continued pretending never to insult them in front of their faces.'Ahh, it's too late… He is dead,' Wyne thought as he looked at Watts, pretending to be innocent."Oh, I must have misheard then…" Philip said before he continued drinking his wine and shook his head. Everyone else did the same, acting as if Damon didn't say what he said to them.Damon smiled before picking up his fork and eating his steak slowly, knowing that they thought of him as an innocent kid who was too naive to be any worth in a family this prestigious. And therefore, they immediate