Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 143 Selene "Cheers!" 86% 55 vouchers The hall exploded with loud voices overlapping and bouncing off the high ceilings as contestants celebrated for successfully advancing to the next stage. Cups were raised high in the air, laughter rang out freely, and chairs scraped noisily against the floor as people moved around in groups, clapping each other on the back as if they had not been trying to kill one another not long ago. It was almost ironic.

Just a short while earlier, these same individuals had been drenched in blood, eyes cold and merciless as they swung their weapons with the clear intent to end lives. Yet now, they laughed together, and drank together, as if the violence had been nothing more than a passing storm. That was the nature of warriors. In battle, they could be ruthless enemies, capable of killing without hesitation or guilt, but outside of it, they could sit side by side like comrades, sharing stories and food as if nothing had happened.

Chloe and I stepped into the Dining Hall quietly, not drawing attention to ourselves intentionally. But the moment we crossed the door, the atmosphere shifted so abruptly. People stopped laughing, then conversations trailed off one by one, until silence spread across the hall. Dozens of eyes turned toward us at once, their previous joy replaced by disgust. The noise that had filled the room seconds earlier dissolved. completely, leaving behind only the sound of faint breathing and the subtle clink of utensils being set down.

I let my gaze sweep across the room calmly, meeting their stares without the slightest hint of discomfort. If anything, they looked even angrier than I had anticipated. But I should have known this would happen. During the earlier chaos, while they had been locked in brutal combat, I had simply drawn a protective spell around myself and refused to participate in their frenzy. To them, that was not clever or strategic, it was cowardly Warriors might accept killing as part of their code, but they despised those who refused to fight at all.

To them, avoiding direct confrontation was a stain on one's pride, as a silent insult to their values. Chloe shifted uneasily beside me, her shoulders tense as she lowered her voice. "They really hate our guts, don't they?" she whispered, her eyes darting nervously from one glaring face to another. I nodded slightly, my tone unbothered. "Yes, they do, but why should we fear them when we have something that ensures. our safety?" As I spoke, my gaze drifted downward briefly toward the protective amulet resting discreetly beneath my collar.

Earlier, despite being exhausted, I had forced myself awake long enough to craft those amulets for both of us. Even if I acted nonchalant, I was not foolish. I knew very well that many here would attempt to harm Chloe, either out of spite for me or in hopes of using her as leverage to threaten me. And I had no intention of allowing that to happen. The amulets were not only shields for protection but also safeguards other people. I did not wish to harm anyone unnecessarily, and I would not unless provoked, but if they crossed the line, I would not hesitate either.

In truth, the amulets protected them from me just as much as they protected us from them. Chloe's hand trembled slightly at her side under the weight of so many hostile gazes. I looked at her for a brief moment, then extended my hand silently toward her. She stared at me in confusion at first, clearly not understanding what I intended. Then realization dawned across her face, and a soft blush spread across her cheeks as she hesitantly placed her hand in mine. 1/3 85% Chapter 143 55 vouchers Her hand was noticeably smaller than mine.

Mine would have been rougher, if not for the fact that I was only in a young body. I tightened my grip gently and began walking forward, ignoring he oppressive stares that followed our every step. We approached the serving area where a middle-aged woman stood behind a long wooden table filled with dishes. She looked up at us, and instead of hostility, her expression softened immediately into a smile. "Woah," she exclaimed. "What a beautiful young man and such a beautiful young woman. You two make such a lovely couple." Chloe's face flushed instantly, her free hand waving slightly in protest.

"N-no, we're not-" "Thank you," I interrupted smoothly before she could finish, offering the woman a polite nod. Correcting her would only prolong the interaction and attract even more attention. The woman beamed at my response, clearly pleased, and began serving us generous portions of food onto our trays. I picked up mine, while Chloe followed suit, still visibly flustered from the misunderstanding. With our trays in hand, I led her toward an empty table near one of the pillars. I could still feel eyes tracking our movements, lingering with resentment and curiosity.

Chloe instinctively moved toward a seat that faced the hall, but stopped her and took that seat myself instead, positioning her so that her back faced the rest of the room while she sat opposite me. Chloe looked at me for a long moment before her lips curved into a soft smile. "You know, you notice things, especially for a man." I raised my eyes to meet hers without speaking, waiting for her to continue. "Sometimes men can be completely clueless, they don't pay attention to small details, especially when it comes to women. But you do. You notice even the smallest changes in people.

It's most like you're a woman." I gave a small nod, keeping my expression neutral. If only she knew how accurate that statement truly was. I picked up my spoon and scooped some soup from the bowl in front of me, bringing it to my lips and swallowing. The soup was nothing special; but it was edible. I was about to take another spoonful when the chair beside Chlo shifted and someone sat down. I lifted my gaze and found Miles settling comfortably into the seat next to her.

He was dressed in a neat white shirt and matching pants that made him appear even younger and harmless, and yet his eyes held a maturity that did not align with his age. His hair was tied into two small ponytails that framed his face in a way that enhanced his innocent appearance. He smiled brightly at me as if nothing in the world could trouble him. "You came for dinner today, Noah," he said cheerfully. "You didn't come yesterday, so Chloe and I ate together." I nodded in acknowledgment before reaching into my pocket and taking something out.

I placed the small bracelet in front of him on the table. Miles lowered his gaze to the object and raised an eyebrow in cuiosity. "What is this?" he asked. "It is a protective amulet," His eyes widened instantly. "You made one for me?" he asked, clearly pleased. "I had no idea you cared about me so much." 2/3 10:11 Sat, Feb 14 Chapter 143 ས དཱི 85% 65 vouchers I leaned back slightly and answered in an indifferent tone. "I made some for Chloe and myself, and that one happened to be left over.

You are simply an afterthought." He stared at me for a second as if trying to decide whether to be offended, and then he suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was genuine, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. "You know," he said once he caught his breath, "you are the first person who has ever spoken to me like that, Noah." I looked at him quietly, observing the way he smiled at me.

There was something sharp beneath that innocent expression, something calculating and possessive in the way his eyes lingered as though he had discovered an interesting toy he intended to keep close to him. I frowned faintly at that thought and waved my hand dismissively. "Just wear it and stop talking." He nodded eagerly and lifted the bracelet, clearly about to put it on. But before he could fasten it around his wrist, a bowl of soup suddenly overturned above his head.

The liquid poured down over his hair and face, dripping steadily onto his white shirt and staining the fabric as it ran downward. The bowl clattered loudly onto the table, and the entire hall fell into silence. Chloe gasped sharply beside him. I slowly lifted my gaze to the man standing there with an arrogant smirk on his face. He crossed his arms as if he had just accomplished something impressive. "Oops," he said mockingly. "Sorry. My hand slipped." He nudged the empty bowl further onto the table and looked directly at me.

"It was actually meant for the other guy," he added, his tone dripping with disdain. "But since all of you are cowards who hide behind tricks instead of fighting properly. I couldn't help myself. I poured it on the nearest one instead." Several men at a nearby table laughed loudly in agreement. I rolled my eyes lazily at their behavior before turning my attention back to Miles. As expected, his gaze had darkened completely. The childish brightness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by something cold and deeply unsettling.

A heavy aura began to spread from him, subtle at first but quickly growing dense enough to press down on the surrounding tables. The men who had been laughing abruptly fell silent, their faces paling as their bodies stiffened under the suffocating pressure. The most disturbing part was that despite the soup dripping steadily from his hair and soaking into his clothes, despite the oppressive aura radiating from him, Miles was still smiling. Slowly, my lips curved upward in response. It seemed that dinner was about to become far more entertaining than I had anticipated. 3/3 !!!

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