LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 4
# Chapter 4: The Hierarchy
Nero's heart quickened as he spun on his heel, eyes darting about in search of the voice’s owner. But the place was emptier than a speakeasy during a raid - not a living soul to be found. The whole setup stank worse than week-old fish, and Nero knew it.
The warning shot straight from the depths of his own noggin, a frigid and skin-crawling reminder of the danger that was boiling just under the surface of the new tricks he had picked up. Nero could feel it simmering there, ready to bubble over at any second and burn him real good if he didn't keep a close eye on it.
As Nero beat it out of that park, he just couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that his troubles were far from ancient history. Something was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to come back and bite him where it hurt. Nero knew his problems weren't done with him, not by a long shot.
The weight of his new situation was bearing down on Nero like an anvil on his shoulders. There was a curious cocktail of excitement and dread pumping through his veins, leaving him with a queasy feeling of uncertainty about what was waiting for him around the next corner.
Whatever this new reality had in store, it wasn't going to be a cakewalk, that much was clear.
He knew he had to be careful, but a part of him also thrilled at the possibilities that lay ahead.
With one final glance at the laughing girls, Nero set off for home, his mind already scheming his next move in this perilous new game.
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The morning after Nero's little miracle, the school was as jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Nero stalked the halls like a marked man, feeling eyes on him from every angle.
Whispers followed him like a bad smell, kids clammed up tighter than a vault when he passed. Some of them looked at him like he was the second coming, others like he was carrying the plague. But all of them were itching to know what made this nobody suddenly too tough for the likes of Marcus.
He could feel the target on his back growing by the minute.
Sooner or later, someone was going to try to take a swing at the king. And Nero? He was just hoping he had enough tricks up his sleeve to keep his crown - and his skin - intact.
Nero kept his head down, still processing yesterday's events. His fresh bag of tricks buzzed under his hide like a live wire, itching to be used.
The power coursed through him, hot and dangerous as bootleg hooch, ready to spill out at a moment's notice. It was like carrying a loaded gun - you're never quite sure if it'll save your bacon or blow up in your face.
As he rounded a corner, he froze. Ahead, a crowd had gathered, drawn by raised voices.
In the center stood Marcus, but he wasn't the intimidating figure Nero remembered. He looked small, cowering before a tall, muscular third-year student. Nero recognized him immediately: Blake, the unofficial king of the school's underworld.
"You incompetent fool!" Blake's voice cracked like a whip. "How could you let a nobody like that humiliate you?"
Marcus stammered, "I... I don't know what happened. He just wouldn't stay down-"
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the hallway. Marcus staggered, a red mark blooming on his cheek.
"Excuses!" Blake snarled. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Your weakness has made us all look pathetic. Now every little punk will think they can stand up to us."
Nero's heart raced. He tried to back away quietly, but it was too late. Blake's cold, steel-gray eyes locked onto him.
"Well, well," Blake's lips curled into a cruel smile. "If it isn't our little upstart."
The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Blake strode towards Nero. Nero's mind screamed at him to run, but his legs were rooted to the spot.
"So you're the one who thinks he can upset the natural order around here," Blake said, looming over Nero.
Nero swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "I... I just wanted to be left alone."
Blake laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound that sent chills down Nero's spine. "Oh, but you've made yourself impossible to ignore now. Let's see if you're really as tough as they say."
Without warning, Blake's fist shot out like a piston. Nero, caught off guard, took the hit square in the stomach. He doubled over, gasping for air, the taste of copper in his mouth.
[Rapid Regeneration activated]
[Iron Skin activated]
The familiar warmth of his abilities spread through him, dulling the pain. But Nero knew he was outmatched. As Blake wound up for another strike, Nero did the only thing he could think of – he ran.
"Oh, a chase? How exciting," Blake's mocking voice followed him down the hallway.
Nero sprinted through the school, his mind racing faster than his feet. He needed to think, to use his environment like he did against Marcus. As he ran, he knocked over trash cans, slammed doors, anything to slow Blake down.
But Blake was relentless, a force of nature in human form. Every time Nero thought he'd gained some distance, Blake would appear, landing another crushing blow. Nero's abilities were working overtime, healing bruises and minimizing damage, but he was tiring quickly.
Finally, cornered in an empty classroom, Nero felt his hope fading. His legs shook, threatening to give out. Blake advanced, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"I'll give you credit for lasting this long," Blake said, cracking his knuckles. "But playtime's over."
As Blake drew back his fist for what would surely be a finishing blow, a voice rang out, clear and authoritative.
"That's enough, Blake."
Nero's eyes widened as he recognized the speaker – the second-year senior who had praised him yesterday.
Blake turned, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Stay out of this, Kai. This doesn't concern you."
The senior – Kai – stepped into the room, his stance casual but his eyes sharp and alert. "When you start beating on underclassmen in broad daylight, it becomes everyone's concern."
Blake sneered, his face twisting into an ugly mask. "Don't tell me you're defending this little upstart?"
"I'm defending the idea that strength doesn't give you the right to terrorize others," Kai said, his voice level but filled with quiet authority.
Blake's face contorted with rage, a vein pulsing in his forehead. "You want to play hero? Fine. I'll deal with you first, then finish what I started with the runt."
What followed was a blur of motion that Nero could barely follow. Blake was strong and brutal, a raging bull, but Kai moved with a fluid grace that spoke of years of training. He dodged Blake's wild swings, countering with precise strikes that slowly but surely wore the bigger boy down.
The fight wasn't easy – Kai took his share of hits, and there were moments when it seemed Blake might overwhelm him with sheer strength. But in the end, skill and strategy won out over brute force.
In one last, quick-as-lightning combo, Kai laid Blake out flat on the ground. The third-year punk tried to pick himself up off the dirt, but he just crumpled back down, lettin' out a pathetic groan.
Kai stood over Blake, his breath coming in short gasps but his voice steady. "It's over, Blake. Walk away now, and we can forget this happened."
For a moment, it seemed Blake might refuse. But then, with a snarl of frustration, he staggered to his feet and limped out of the room, shooting venomous glares at both Kai and Nero.
As the sound of Blake's footsteps faded, Nero slumped against the wall, the adrenaline leaving his system like air from a punctured balloon. Kai turned to him, concern evident in his hazel eyes.
"You okay, kid?" Kai asked, offering a hand.
Nero nodded weakly, accepting the help to stand. "Yeah... thanks to you. That was... incredible."
Kai shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just doing what's right. But I've got to say, you've stirred up quite the hornet's nest."
"I didn't mean to," Nero said, his voice small. "I just... I couldn't take it anymore."
Kai's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Hey, standing up for yourself is never wrong. But now that you've done it, you need to be prepared for what comes next."
"What do you mean?" Nero asked, a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach.
"I mean that things are changing around here," Kai said, his eyes serious. "And change never comes easy. You've taken the first step, but the road ahead is going to be tough."
Nero swallowed hard, the reality of his situation sinking in. But as he looked at Kai, he felt a spark of determination ignite within him.
"Will you... will you help me?" Nero asked hesitantly, hope creeping into his voice.
Kai studied him for a moment, then nodded, a glimmer of respect in his eyes. "Yeah, kid. I think I will. Something tells me you're going to need all the help you can get."
As they left the classroom together, Nero felt a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. He had no idea what the future held, but for the first time, he didn't feel alone in facing it.
[New Quest: The Apprentice]
Description: Train under Kai to improve your fighting skills and control over your abilities.
Reward: Increased combat proficiency, new skill unlock
Nero blinked at the notification, a small smile forming on his lips. The game, it seemed, was about to get a lot more interesting. As he walked beside Kai, he couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of a much larger adventure.
Will Nero survive the grueling training? Or will the dark forces lurking in the shadows strike first?
What happened next would SHOCK Nero! He wouldn't BELIEVE the terrifying secret Kai had been hiding all along... He would discover the DARK TRUTH that was about to change EVERYTHING!