Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 173 Selene 155 vouchers It was already late when I began walking back toward my room. The long corridor that led to the contestants' quarters was dimly lit by torches mounted along the stone walls, and the quiet sound of my footsteps echoed softly in the hallway. The moment I entered the corridor, I immediately felt eyes were on me from every direction. Many people were watching. Some contestants stayed inside their rooms and peeked through the windows, carefully pulling the curtains aside just enough to observe me without exposing themselves.

Others stood in their doorways, leaning against the frames as they watched me pass by. None of them dared to approach me. Instead, they whispered quietly to each other, their voices low and filled with disbelief. Their gazes were filled with awe. It was almost ironic. Not long ago, those same people had looked at me with mockery and open hostility. They had whispered about how weak I was, how cowardly it was to hide behind a protective spell, and how someone like me had no place among real warriors.

Their eyes had been filled with disdain, and some of them had even looked at me as though they wanted to kill me. Now those expressions were completely gone. There was no mockery anymore, or hatred either. Instead, they looked at me with fear and respect, as if I were some kind of monster walking calmly in a small human body. Their eyes followed me carefully, and cautiously, as though they were afraid that making the wrong move might attract my attention. I ignored them. I truly did not care what they thought about me.

Their opinions had never mattered to me before, and they certainly did not matter now. When they called me weak and worthless earlier, I did not bother correcting them. Now that they looked at me with admiration and fear, I still had no interest in acknowledging them. That was simply the nature of people. No matter what you did, people would always find something to talk about. If you refused to act the way they expected, they would gossip about you endlessly. If you behaved exactly the way they wanted, they would still gossip.

At the end of the day, people loved to talk more than they loved to think. So I made a decision a long time ago. I would simply do whatever I wanted. If they wished to talk, they could talk until their throats went dry. In the end, they were only wasting their time and breath. Their words had nothing to do with me. My skin was far too thick to be wounded by something as meaningless as gossip. Eventually, I reached the door to my room.

However, the moment I arrived, I noticed that I was not alone, Miles was standing directly in front of my door, waiting quietly as if he had been there for a while. Behind him stood another man, and the moment my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him, He was the same man from the 1/4 11:02 am P P P Chapter 173 arena entrance, the one who had bullied Chloe and tried to take her sword. I looked at him for a moment. The instant he realized I was staring at him, his body stiffened, and he did not dare to meet my gaze. My lips curled slightly, but there was no amusement in my eyes.

"Well," I said calmly, "we meet again." The man flinched as though my words had struck him physically, and he instinctively took a step backward. 55 vouchere "Did you come to settle your score?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I continued to study him. "Last time you said you were going to make my life miserable. Are you planning to do that now?" The man slowly lifted his head to look at me. He looked at me the way someone would look at a demon standing right in front of them. Without warning, he suddenly dropped to his knees. His head bent forward deeply as he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Forgive me! Please forgive me! I must have lost my that day to start a fight with someone like you. Please do not kill me!" mind Tears streamed down his face as his shoulders shook violently. He then turned desperately toward Miles and grabbed at his sleeve as if clinging to the last thread of hope. "Boss, please beg him for me! Please ask him to forgive me! I do not want to die!" I stared at him silently. Was he really that terrified? Yes, I had shown some strength in the arena, but I had not revealed even a fraction of my true abilities. All I had done was stop the prince's whip.

Slowly, I shifted my gaze toward Miles. He was already looking at me. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at Miles. His lips slowly curled upward, not in his usual cheerful way, "You knew, didn't you?" I tilted my head slightly. "Knew what?" "You knew I was their boss." I did not answer him. Yes, I knew The so-called boss those men were trying to take Chloe's sword for had been Miles all along The man who had supposedly fought Kauis and lasted thirty minutes against him was Miles.

The dangerous leader those people whispered about was none other than the same boy who followed me around with two ponytails and an innocent smile. The first time I suspected it was when he made one of those men give me his mask without hesitation. Men like that did not listen to strangers, especially not children, yet they obeyed him immediately. My suspicion only grew stronger when Chloe fainted in the arena and Miles ordered those same men to carry her to the doctor. They moved instantly, without questioning him.

274 1:02 am P P P T Chapter 173 There was no reason for grown men to obey a boy like that unless he was their leader. 55 vouchers Still, I could not deny that it surprised me. To lead bandits meant you had to be stronger than them, crueler than them, and more capable than them. Miles was barely more than a child, yet grown men bowed their heads to him. As if he had read the question forming in my mind, Miles scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked away. "Well... it was not really something I planned," he said quietly.

"One day I saw a group of them bullying someone on the road, so I told them to stop. They ignored me, so I beat them until they were barely breathing." He paused for a moment before continuing. The next day they came back and told me they wanted to serve me. I did not take them seriously at first, but they did. They started spreading rumors about how dangerous I was and how no one should mess with me. I would have stayed away from them completely, but... they were easy to use whenever I needed help." Miles finished speaking without looking at me.

His shoulders were slightly tense, as though he were waiting for my reaction. I understood why. Among warriors, bandits were the lowest of the low. Warriors despised them. They saw them as parasites who lived off the suffering of others. Miles was probably afraid that I would look at him the same way. Instead, I lifted my hand and gave him a thumbs-up. To be able to command thousands of people at such a young age," I said calmly, "that is actually really cool." Miles froze. Even the man kneeling on the floor lifted his head slightly, staring at me with wide eyes.

They both looked completely shocked, as though my reaction had not been part of any possible outcome they had imagined. Seeing their expressions, I let out a quiet sigh. I reached forward and gently placed my hand on Miles's head, ruffling his hair slightly. "You are really strong, Miles," I said sincerely. "I am proud of you." He stared at me, stunned. "If you choose the right path, you will become an excellent warrior one day. Much better than I ever was." I gave him a small smile as I said those words.

His face remained frozen in disbelief, as if no one had ever told him something like that before. Without saying anything else, I turned toward the door and stepped into the room. The first thing I saw was Chloe. She lay on the bed, her face pale and almost colorless. Her eyes were closed, and her body looked far too still beneath the blanket. The only sign that she was alive was the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. I stood there silently, watching her. My expression did not change, but my gaze darkened. A calm, quiet voice spoke from beside me.

"Her core is broken" I did not need to turn around to know who it was, Only one person in this place had a voice that cahit and ethereal 3/4 1/4 11:02 am Chapter 173 Remi. 5h vouchers The pack healer stepped forward from the shadows and into the torchlight, his gaze resting on Chloe's unconscious form. "The core that stores her magic has shattered.

Chloe may never be able to use magic again."He paused for a moment before adding in the same calm tone, "And without it, her life is now at risk." B AD Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.