Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 125 Selene 58 MoVouchers Everyone stared at me as if they couldn't quite process what they had just seen. Surprise rippled through every pair of eyes that had turned our way. Even the girl behind me looked stunned, her fingers still frozen around her sword, as though she had never truly believed anyone would step in for her. I let out a quiet sigh. Of course they were shocked. No one expected me to move, and honestly, neither did I. One moment I had been standing there patiently, minding my own business, waiting for my turn like everyone else.

The next, my body had already acted before my thoughts could catch up. I didn't see myself as a hero, and I certainly wasn't some main character who existed to save helpless maidens. That wasn't who I was. And yet, I couldn't stand it. I had seen people like these men in every lifetime I lived. Different faces, but the same rotten core. They always preyed on those they thought were weaker, convinced that strength gave them the right to trample others. But weakness was temporary, and strength was fleeting. In the end, death claimed everyone equally.

Whether you could split mountains or couldn't lift a spoon, you all met the same end. Knowing that, how could I just stand by and watch? Even if I didn't want to be a warrior in this life, my heart hadn't forgotten what it was made for. Protecting others was carved into me too deeply to erase. The man whose wrist I was holding finally snapped out of his shock and glared at me, hatred burning in his eyes. "Hey," he growled, "what the hell do you think you're doing?" I tilted my head slightly, meeting his glare without the slightest hint of fear.

"That's enough, don't you think?" He let out a cold smirk, devoid of any humor. "Do you have a death wish?" he asked. "Do you even understand what you're doing right now? You're asking for trouble." I smiled at him, almost amused, and waved my free hand dismissively. "Trouble? Oh, I don't care about that. I'm a troublemaker. Trouble naturally comes to me." The other men exchanged looks, clearly unsettled, as if they were trying to decide whether I was brave or completely insane. The man in my grip frowned harder, his patience snapping.

"I'll give you five seconds," he said through clenched teeth. "Let go of me, walk away, and maybe we won't ruin your pretty face." The others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with threat. "Five," he started. "Four." "Three." 12:28 Tue, Feb 3 M... Chapter 125 I didn't loosen my grip. I just looked at him like he was some poorly performed joke. 58 50 vouchers His face flushed red with rage. "Two... one!" he shouted. "You bastard! Let go of me, or I swear you'll regret this!" One of the men barked impatiently, "Hey, stop wasting time with him.

If he won't let go, just yank your hand back and let's teach him a lesson." The man tried. His face darkened further as realization hit him. No matter how hard he struggled, his wrist wouldn't budge, because he couldn't pull away. My grip was too strong. 'Damn it, why the hell is she so strong with such a small body? I have to get out of this before they notice I'm struggling. I read the man's thoughts, and his fear amused me more than it should have. "You bastard!" he suddenly shouted, trying to salvage what little pride he had left.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" He swung his free hand at me in a wide, clumsy arc. I released his wrist at the exact moment his momentum peaked and stepped back calmly. His fist cut through empty air, his balance completely thrown off. He staggered forward, tried to regain his footing, failed spectacularly, and landed hard on his ass. For a second, there was silence, and before they could stop it, people burst out laughing, the sound echoing across the arena entrance. "Oh my goddess, what the hell was that?" "Hahaha, did you see that?

I've never seen someone humiliate themselves like this. The pretty guy didn't even fight back. He just let go at the right time." "Exactly. Those idiots are so weak. If they think they can survive in this arena with skills like that, they're in for a rude awakening." The whispers overlapped, growing louder, each word another knife digging into the men's pride. The man on the ground burned red with humiliation, his face twisting in fury as laughter continued to rain down on him from every direction.

I tilted my head and looked down at him with wide, innocent eyes, my tone gentle to the point of mockery. "Oh... are you okay?" I asked softly. "You told me to let you go." That broke him. He shot to his feet and pointed straight at me, shaking with rage. "I'm going to fucking teach you a lesson!" he yelled. "Guys, make her regret it!" The other men surged forward without hesitation, their expressions ugly and eager. Before I could move, the girl I had helped stepped in front of me, her eyes wide but determined, arms stretched out as if her fragile body alone could shield me. "Quick, run.

I will stop them." 12:28 Tue, Feb 3 M... Chapter 125 58 95 vouchers For a moment, I simply stared at her back. Honestly, I didn't want to beat anyone up again today. I was already tired, and irritated, and I had more important things to do. But if they insisted on throwing themselves at me, then I supposed I had no choice. I took a step forward- "Nuisance." The single word cut through the chaos like a blade. Everything froze. The men, the crowd, even me. The voice was deep, lazy, and smooth, carrying an elegance that felt completely out of place in a place like this.

It was strange, soft enough to make you lower your guard, yet heavy enough to make your instincts scream danger. It reminded me of a flower blooming in spring, beautiful, effortless, and deadly if touched carelessly. The men turned around first. The moment they saw who stood behind them, all the color drained from their faces. Their bravado evaporated instantly, replaced by terror, as if they had come face to face with a devil. I frowned and turned around as well. A man leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, posture relaxed to the point of indifference.

His eyes were closed, as though he were sleeping, but something deep in my bones told me he was more alert than anyone present. Behind him stood a woman at a respectful distance, her stance disciplined. "T-the prince..." someone beside me whispered, voice trembling. I raised an eyebrow. "The prince?" As if responding to my voice alone, the man opened his eyes. His blue gaze locked onto me instantly, piercing straight through my disguise, and my skin, as if he were staring directly at my soul. My breath hitched before I could stop it.

"You," he said calmly, eyes never leaving mine, "are a nuisance." AD Comment Send gift Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.