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Xavier’s eyes were currently bloodshot, looking as though he were going to commit a killing spree. His fists were also tightly clenched, and his breathing had become labored, listening to his mother’s recounting. Initially, Xavier hadn’t lost his sanity at Jennifer’s house because he believed his parents couldn't have had it worse, given that Jennifer had given them the remaining money from selling off his assets. However, he now realized how foolish he had been. Jennifer had really given his parents the remaining money as she claimed, but; "She—she really claimed that the remainder after selling off all my properties and paying for that bastard’s medical expenses is $100?" Xavier, refusing to accept the figure he just heard inquired with a strong tremor, his entire body feeling cold. Seeing her son like this, Laura sighed heavily and thought on the past, recalling how shocked she and her husband had been as well when they learned that Jennifer had sold their son's properties and shamelessly brought them $100. The memory almost brought her to tears. She and her husband had even been beaten badly when they tried to reclaim their son's possessions, not wanting them to be sold. However, Laura wasn’t going to share this information, fearful of what her son might do. “Just don’t dwell on it anymore,” Laura suddenly said with a sigh, raising her hand to pat Xavier’s head. Although she and her husband had suffered significant suffering over the past five years, so much to the point that they are barely holding on now, Laura, seeing her son return whole, felt relieved and all that suffering wasn’t worth mentioning now. Just then, her eyes became filled with tears as she looked at Xavier from head to toe, startling Xavier badly. “Mother, are you okay?” He quickly inquired with concern, and that was what broke Laura’s camel’s back again. "Look at how thin you are!" she burst into tears, suddenly sobbing uncontrollably. "You must have endured so much suffering and starvation over the past five years!" “This…” Xavier couldn’t react for a moment, dumbstruck by his mother’s sudden outburst, so he stared at her in a stupor. He had thought his mother’s abrupt sob was because she recalled the hardship she had endured when he wasn’t around, but as it seemed, it was because of him. Xavier clenched his fists tighter, and the self-remorse consuming him became stronger. "To think I made a damn bitch my next of kin, handing over my entire life and assets to her when I have such loving parents!" Xavier almost broke down in tears but knew that doing so would only cause his mother more heartache, so he forced back his tears and managed a gentle smile for her. “What if I tell you I was treated like a king during my time in prison?” He inquired seriously, but then his mother chuckled tearfully, clearly not believing him. “My son is a king, so, why wouldn’t he be treated like one?” She responded, making Xavier speechless. “I’m telling you the truth, though, mother.” He said seriously. “I made a lot of friends during my time and was even treated like a king by every single person around me.” "And I believe you, son. I know you're telling the truth," his mother said, her smile finally brightening as she patted Xavier’s shoulder, hiding the pain in her eyes. This instantly made Xavier not know whether to cry or smile, knowing that his mother only thought he was trying to lighten her mood. ‘But I was saying the truth,’ he thought speechlessly in his mind but decided not to argue again. Xavier suddenly looked around the supposed-to-be-abandoned and rundown house, noting the buckets scattered around to catch the leaks from the roof whenever it rained. "Where is Father, though? I haven’t seen him since I returned," he asked, trying to conceal the pain and distress in his eyes, and instantly, Laura's eyes widened as if she suddenly remembered something crucial, and she immediately jumped to her feet, panicking. "I have completely forgotten about him!" she clamored nervously. "I was about to prepare his breakfast and take it to his workplace when you returned, and he must have long been waiting for me as he hadn't eaten anything in days." “Huh!” Xavier’s eyes widened. “What—what do you mean that father hadn’t eaten anything in days?” “This—” Laura, who had only subconsciously spoken out was stunned, but just as she was going to respond, Xavier interrupted her. “What about you? Have you eaten in days?” He inquired seriously, his voice so heavy and filled with an emotion Laura had never heard in his voice before. “I—I…” she stuttered before eventually forcing a smile. “Obviously, we’ve eaten in days; I just made a mistake,” she said, trying to hide her uneasiness, but when she realized that Xavier did not believe her, she continued. “What I meant to say was that your father hadn’t eaten anything other than the one he had last night.” Xavier, seeing his mother doing everything to convince him clenched his jaw so much from pain and rage. He wasn’t mad at his parents, but himself. He did like this for a moment before heaving a deep sigh. “Okay, Mother,” he responded, causing Laura to also subconsciously heave a sigh of relief. “Where does father work now? I will go call him over so that we family of three can go eat out?” “Eat out?” Laura suddenly cried out as though the term was fearful, confusing Xavier. “Don’t you know how expensive the foods outside are compared to homemade foods?” “This…” He went tranced for a moment, causing Laura to instantly realize that she had once again allowed Xavier to realize how poor they were now. “I—I meant to say that I and your father prefer homemade meals now to eating out.” Xavier, “_” Xavier again, “_” He stared dazedly at his mother for a few seconds before eventually nodding his head subtly. Obviously, he didn’t believe her explanation, but… he added all the strength he could muster to his fists, causing them to crackle loudly while his expression remained unchanged. "Were you looking for the wood you needed to prepare the breakfast earlier?" he asked and Laura nodded her head absent-mindedly in response. “I will go gather some then, Mother,” he said, and his mother hurriedly returned to her senses. "You’ve just returned from confinement, and I’m sure you must be weak. Why don’t you rest while I gather the wood?" she offered but Xavier only offered a wry smile before shaking his head. "You should rest, Mother," he replied, standing up and walking away. As he turned around, his eyes became filled with rage and flashed with a hint of murderous intent. "Jennifer and Victor, Xavier will make the two of you regret ever coming into this world! You two shall pay dearly for what you've done to my parents," he mumbled to himself and two painful tears then fell from his eyes. Meanwhile, staring at Xavier’s lonely back disappearing, Laura, who had no idea that her son had sobbed, also cried. "He must have endured so much pain and torture over the past five years to have changed this much," she mumbled through her tears, recalling how frightening the once-gentle Xavier had been earlier. Eventually, she sighed heavily before resting back against the backrest. Unknown to Laura, this return of her son would not only mark a new beginning of a new era for herself and her husband, but it would also bring about a massive storm to the world. But before then, “Old Witch, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND WELCOME THIS FATHER!” An arrogant and rude voice suddenly echoed through the house, badly startling Laura.***** “These demons are here again! Why?” Laura became terrified, hearing the playful and condescending roar. Trembling, she forced herself to her feet and rushed out with a panicky countenance. “Ma—master Frosh Junior, I—I had no idea you were coming today,” she stuttered nervously. Currently standing outside the dilapidated and partially collapsed house was a 17-year-old young man with a small build. He wore a brightly colored outfit consisting of baggy trousers hanging halfway down his butt, an oversized shirt three times his size, and a bandana tied around his head, exuding an air of arrogance. Standing proudly behind the boy was a group of gangsters, all presently glaring at Laura in disdain a disgust. "You old hag, why did you intentionally make elder brother waste his strength calling you? Weren't you supposed to have been out waiting for him?" one of the gangsters behind Frosh Junior abruptly asked as soon as Laura appeared, causing her to shiver from apprehension.
***** Not even in Xavier’s worst nightmares had he expected to witness the scene he saw upon his return. Standing motionlessly, his eyes turned crimson red in an instant, and his body trembled as he unconsciously unleashed a chilling killing intent that seemed capable of destroying the entire world. Although the massive wood he had just chopped and the axe he was carrying had already fallen, Xavier failed to be bothered. No, he did not even notice. He couldn’t believe that someone had dared to make his own mother kneel to them, even seemingly on the verge of hitting her. Shivering all over as if he had been locked inside an iceberg—a sensation he had never experienced even in Irondome prison—Xavier slowly stepped forward. He moved very slowly and almost unconsciously, yet he was already standing before his mother in the blink of an eye. “Mo—mother,” he stuttered, almost choking on his words as his eyes became blurry, staring at his mother kneeling pitifully. As soon as
****** “You lot made my mother kneel before you?" Xavier asked indifferently, finally having time for the gangsters, and unaware of the grave danger they were now in, the gangsters exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. “Yes, what will you do?” Frosh Junior, who was ten years younger than Xavier inquired arrogantly, leaving Xavier, stunned for a moment before his expression returned to being icy cold. “What was my mother’s offense? Why did you make her kneel?” he suddenly inquired, making everyone become astonished for a moment, Frosh Junior included before an even more playful smirk appeared on his lips. “Since you know your place and ask nicely, I will tell you if she hadn’t,” he responded arrogantly before sparing Laura a disgusting glance. “I am the king and protector of this district, meaning that everyone who sees me will need to knee to me, otherwise, they would be beaten to a pulp, the same way you would from now on if you refuse to knee,” he explained oppressive
***** “This…” Laura and Frosh Junior stared dumbly for a moment, refusing to believe their eyes before Frosh Junior‘s face changed. “What are you motherf*ckers doing?!” He growled, glaring ferociously at his fallen men. He became even more infuriated when he saw them trembling on the ground with fear, his eyes turning into the definition of rage. “Are you telling me you can’t even handle a single ex-convict?!” He barked and rushed toward the fallen gangsters, kicking them furiously on the ground. ”Get to your feet now and cripple that bastard for me!” he roared like someone who had lost his sanity, scaring all the gangsters badly. Tremblingly rising back to their feet, they exchanged affright gazes before cautiously grouping and moving closer to Xavier again. Although Xavier didn't say a word and appeared harmless enough for any of them to handle easily, they stared at him warily as if he were a demon king. “These retards. These useless bastards!” Frosh Junior, seeing his
***** “You—” Xavier froze in his tracks and his eyes widened significantly, seeing the scary scene before him. Unlike what Frosh Junior had dreaded that caused him to take Laura hostage, Xavier hadn’t even had him in mind. Instead, he had merely wanted to help his mother back to her feet, yet… Following Xavier’s shock, strong tremors coursed through his body and a cold sweat covered him. He then glanced urgently at his mother, only to find her trembling with a look of horror and helplessness, with sweat rolling down the side of her face as she cautiously watched the knife pressed against her neck. ‘How—how dare he?! How dare he?!! How—how dare he?!!!’ His thoughts raced with rage as he trembled frantically, fixing a death glare on Frosh Junior who has now become relieved—wearing a mockery expression on his face. Following Xavier’s rage, he released a terrifying aura and cast Frosh Junior a death glare that frightened him to the core. Frosh Junior felt another wave of tr
***** The entire world seemed to freeze in an instant and everyone whether on the street, at their home, or at their various workplaces shivered slightly for no reason, some wondering where the sudden coldness originated from. Xavier, the originator of this was currently in a state of disbelief as stared in a daze. His heart had not resumed working and he had long forgotten how to breathe, causing him to experience a suffocating sensation as he stared blankly at his mother’s bloodied neck. This lasted for what felt like an eternity before eventually, he breathed shakily and began to tremble hysterically, looking like someone who had been locked away inside a millennia-year-old iceberg. “No… no… no!” he mumbled frantically to himself, his vacant and lifeless eyes getting filled with dread. “How could this be?!” He finally let out a painful cry that sounded like that of an injured king of the jungle, making all the hearers feel a strong heartache. The two gangsters who ha
***** For the second time in just a matter of minutes, Frosh Junior finally felt the true sense of fear and death gripping his heart, but this time, very close and there was no way he could dodge it. “Help!!!!!” He suddenly cried out before he could stop himself, something he had never thought he would do in his life. Xavier’s eyes grew several times colder seeing this, then he decided to waste no more time when without any forewarning, the sound of rushed footsteps echoed, followed by confused voices. He slowly lifted his head just in time to see the once-empty street becoming filled with a confused crowd of people who immediately stopped in their tracks upon seeing the scene before them. Xavier quickly recognized the newcomers as the residents of the street. “You really think those people would be able to stop me?” he slowly asked with a voice heavily laced with derision as he glanced back at Frosh Junior. The very next second, his eyes hardened with viciousness. “You c
***** The entire world seemed to go silent momentarily, with everyone around Xavier staring in at the fallen arm in trance and acting as though their soul had left their bodies. This lasted for several seconds before they slowly looked toward the spot where the arm should have been, only to see a continuous fountain of blood gushing out. In the next moment, Laura was stunned, the crowd was stunned, and most especially, Frosh Junior. He stared blankly at the twitching arm on the ground for a long time, unable to react before slowly turning his gaze to Xavier's emotionless face, which now appeared demonic. He had never expected Xavier to go ahead and still act despite all the warnings he had received from everyone, especially from his own mother. “You…” he dazedly pointed at him with a finger from his other hand, trembling slightly. Frosh Junior had many questions he wanted to ask—like why Xavier was so ruthless to actually sever his arm, whether he wasn’t afraid of the con