Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 154 286%1 355 Vouchers Selene "Ugh! Why am I number two?" a man groaned loudly after pulling a wooden token from the box, his shoulders slumping as though he had just been sentenced to death. Another contestant standing beside him glanced at the number in his hand and let out a low whistle before sighing sympathetically. "I feel bad for you, bro. The people in number two are monsters. From what I've seen, at least three of them are ridiculously strong." "Don't remind me," the first man muttered miserably, dragging hand down his face as he looked around at the others.

"How am I supposed to survive that? Does anyone want to switch numbers with me?" A few contestants instinctively stepped back as if afraid misfortune might cling to them if they stood too close to him, and some exchanged awkward looks without saying anything. "Oh, another thing," a soft, melodic voice interrupted smoothly cutting through the murmurs without the need for a loudspeaker. "You cannot change numbers with another person Every single contestant turned at once.

The host was walking toward us with a small, knowing smile on her lips, her long dress swaying elegantly with each step, her beauty almost blinding under the bright lights of the arena. Even without raising her voice, she commanded everyone's attention effortlessly. This time she was not addressing the audience in the stands, only us, the contestants standing on the arena floor. The men stared openly, their faces flushing as their gazes trailed over her curves before snapping back to her face, as though they were afraid of being caught.

She stopped in front of the man who had tried to negotiate his fate and tilted her head slightly. "Is that clear?" she asked sweetly. The man swallowed and nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, ma'am. Very clear." "Good," she replied, her smile widening just enough to make the men around her straighten unconsciously. "You are all strong warriors. Surely something as small as a number will not frighten you." Her voice carried a subtle seduction that wrapped around their pride and squeezed it gently.

The same man who had looked terrified just moments ago suddenly puffed out his chest and clutched his token proudly. "She's right. I'm a strong warrior. There's no reason for me to be scared." I watched the entire exchange with an amused smile playing on my lips, because it was almost laughable how easily they were swayed. These men had no idea they were being guided step by step toward possible death by a woman who understood exactly how to twist pride and desire to her advantage. Even I had to admit she was skilled.

As if sensing my gaze lingering on her, she turned her head slightly and met my eyes across the space between us. "Excuse me," she said lightly to the group before pivoting gracefully and walking in my direction. Behind me, Miles leaned closer and whispered, "It looks like she coming toward us." Then, without lowering his voice nearly enough, he added with open admiration, "But seriously, have you seen her chest? It's huge. I've never seen anything like that before." I turned and knocked him on the head without hesitation.

He yelped softly and rubbed the spot, looking at me with an exaggerated wounded expression. "What? I'm just telling the truth." 1/3 10.07 Sat, Feb 21 G GG. Chapter 154 86% 55 vouchers I waved him off dismissively. "Go pick your number," I said flatly "And if you see Chloe, explain everything to her." He huffed like a scolded child but nodded obediently. "Fine." Once he walked away, the host stopped in front of me, her smile softer now, almost intimate. "We finally meet privately," she said, her eyes studying my face carefully.

I looked at her calmly and replied without bothering to sugarcoat my words. "Are you trying to seduce me into giving up my life like the others?" For a brief second, she paused. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but I saw the flicker of surprise in her eyes at being called out so directly, especially in front of someone who did not seem even slightly affected by her charm.

The surprise in her eyes did not last more than a moment before her expression smoothed out again, and that practiced, captivating smile returned to her lips as though it had never left "You are not afraid, are you?" she asked softly, tilting her head as she studied me with curiosity. "I have power in this tournament. Aren't you afraid I might make things very difficult for you?" Her tone did not carry a direct threat, and instead it sounded almost intrigued, as though she were testing my confidence rather than trying to intimidate me.

From the way she had watched me yesterday, I already knew tha I had captured her interest. I shrugged lightly and met her gaze without hesitation. "Just because you want to make things hard for me does not mean I will let you." I replied calmly, making sure my voice carried neither arrogance nor fear. Her smile widened at my response, and something sharp flickered in her eyes as she said, "Interesting. You are really interesting.

I can understand why he likes you." I raised an eyebrow at her words, confusion flashing briefly through my mind, but before I could ask her what she meant, I heard footsteps approaching from behind me. Miles returned with Chloe walking beside him, and the moment my eyes landed on Chloe, my attention sharpened. The brightness that usually filled her gaze was gone, replaced by something hollow and distant, and the cheerful smile that was almost always present on her lips had completely disappeared. A faint crease formed between my brows as I looked at her carefully. "Chloe, what is wrong?

Did something happen?" I asked. She looked at me and forced a small smile that did not reach he eyes before shaking her head quickly. "N-Nothing. I am just tired," she said, but the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides told me she was not telling the truth. I did not believe her because she had been perfectly fine earlier, and now her entire demeanor had shifted.

The thought that someone might have said or done something to her made my ja tighten slightly, and I was about to press her further when Miles glanced around and asked, "Has the host gone?" I turned my head to look behind me and realized that the woman had indeed disappeared without me noticing. "What did she want?" Miles asked curiously. I shrugged faintly because I truly had no clear answer. "I am not sure," I replied honestly. Miles did not dwell on it and instead continued speaking. "Anyway, Chloe and I have chosen our numbers. I am number two, and Chloe is eighteen.

I heard there are two hundred contestants this year, which means there are twenty groups." I nodded slowly as I processed the information, and just then someone in the crowd suddenly said, "Look at him. He is about to pick." 2/3 10:07 Sat, Feb 21 G G G . Chapter 154 86% 55 vouchers The murmurs spread quickly through the arena, and everyone attention shifted toward the wooden box placed at the center of the stage. I turned as well and saw the prince walking toward it with a calm and unbothered posture that made the surrounding tension feel almost laughable.

People instinctively moved aside to give him space, their fear evident in the way they avoided direct eye contact with him. He reached the box, slipped his hand inside, and pulled out a numbered token, but he did not even bother to look at it before turning around and walking away as though the result did not matter to him at all. Whispers followed him, and I could hear the unease in the crowd.

Miles leaned closer to me and said quietly, "People are really scared that he will be in their group, and honestly, I understand their fear because the prince is truly dangerous." I glanced at him briefly before shifting my gaze to Chloe, whose eyes were locked onto the prince's retreating figure while her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword in a way that did not escape my notice. away Her reaction confused me because it was too intense to be simpl fear or admiration, and I stored that observation in my mind for later. Miles nudged me lightly and said.

"Noah, you should go and choose your number too." I nodded and walked toward the stage while feeling the weight of countless gazes following me. I approached the box, I could clearly hear people whispering among themselves that they hoped I would end up their group because they considered me weak and easy to defeat. I ignored their comments completely, slipped my hand to the box, and let my fingers brush over the smooth wooden tokens until I chose one and pulled it out.

I looked down at the number carved into the surface and let out quiet breath before muttering under my breath, "I guess I am the final show of the day." Ball twenty 3/3 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.