Morning Struggles
Ozen trudged toward school, his eyes swollen and red, looking like he had gone ten rounds in a boxing ring. Every step felt heavier than the last. He wasn't just tired—he was destroyed.
Why?
Because the moment he hit the bed, closed his eyes, and thought he could finally rest…
The sun rose.
It was as if the universe itself had conspired against him.
He clenched his teeth, silently cursing Jack. That pumpkin-headed freak stole my entire night!
Jack's voice echoed in his mind, smug as ever. Oh, quit whining. You had fun, didn't you?
Ozen mentally screamed. I. Didn't. Sleep.
Jack snickered. Sleep is for the weak.
Ozen groaned, rubbing his temples. He needed coffee. Maybe an entire barrel of it.
As he entered the school gates, his friend James and his other friends, immediately noticed his state.
James raised an eyebrow. "Dude… what happened to you? You look like you just fought a demon."
The other leaned in, concerned. "Are you okay?"
Ozen waved them off, trying to act normal. "Didn't sleep well."
Internally, he was crying. Didn't sleep at all!
As usual, Karen arrived in her sleek black limousine, dropped off by her wealthy family's driver. As she stepped out, she glanced toward the boys and smiled.
James and the other guys lost their minds, simping over her like she was some kind of goddess.
"D-Did she just look at us?!"
"She smiled at us!?"
"I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW!".
Monica told the guys to pull their self together
Meanwhile Jack floating beside ozen, watching their dramatics unfold with an expression of pure indifference.
"Pathetic," he muttered. Gentle laughing.
The school day began, and Ozen suffered through each class, barely keeping his eyes open. He tried every chance to sneak in a nap—resting his head during math, pretending to read during literature, even hiding behind his textbook in science history. But every time he was about to drift off—
"MR. OZEN, PAY ATTENTION!"
Ozen internally screamed.
The Bullies' Fear
After school, Ozen and his friends walked through the courtyard when they spotted the bullies—the same ones who had beaten him up.
The moment they locked eyes with Ozen, their faces drained of color.
Panic set in. They bolted in the opposite direction.
James blinked, confused. "What's up with them?"
One friend looked at the retreating bullies. "I heard they got into a bike accident last night."
Ozen tensed. Bike accident?
His thoughts raced. Wait… that means it wasn't a dream. It actually happened.
Jack snickered in his mind. Oh, you're just now realizing that?
Ozen's eye twitched. Jack… what did you do to them?
Jack burst into laughter. Oh, nothing too crazy. Just trapped them in a mental illusion of pure fear and altered their memories so they think you personally beat them within an inch of their lives ,broke their limbs and attacks it back healing them but still just enough to make them feel pain.
Ozen's jaw dropped. WHAT?!
Jack hummed playfully. Oh, and I also warned them that if they ever tell anyone about what really happened, it'll be the end for them. So now, every time they see you, they'll relive that fear.
Ozen felt a mixture of emotions—pity… but also satisfaction.
James, unaware of Ozen's internal dialogue, laughed. "Man, those guys looked terrified. Serves them right!"
Rick smirked. "Guess karma hit them hard."
Ozen sighed, shaking his head. Jack, you're insane.
Jack chuckled. You'll get used to it.
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A Meeting with the Mafia
That night, far from the safety of Ozen's home, the two bullies found themselves kneeling in a dimly lit warehouse, their heads bowed in terror.
Before them sat a massive man—a mountain of flesh and muscle, covered in tattoos from his arms down to his chest. Only his face and stomach remained untouched. He lounged on an oversized king's chair, a gold chain resting on his thick neck, holding two women on either side of him.
This was Chang Zhao, the ruthless Dragon Soul Gang leader.
He tapped his fingers against the well dragon crafted wooden table in front of him, his expression unreadable.
Then, in a dangerously soft voice, he spoke.
"So… you two claim this was an accident?"
The bullies stiffened, nodding frantically.
"Yes, Boss! We swear!"
Zhao's fingers stopped tapping.
Silence fell.
Then—BANG!
With terrifying force, Zhao slammed his massive hand against the table, causing everything to shake. His cold eyes bore into them.
"You're lying."
The bullies flinched.
Zhao leaned forward, his voice deadly calm. "I know for a fact that some brat did this to you ."his eyes glowing unnaturally.
He turned to the scarred bully. "And YOU… my own nephew."
The room tensed.
It turned out that the bully with the scar was Chang Wei, the nephew of the Dragon Soul Gang boss. Zhao had taken him in after his parents died, raising him within the gang.
"And now, this was how you repay my efforts?"
Zhao leaned back into his chair, his anger fading into something worse—amusement.
"Well," he sighed, rubbing his chin. "Even though you two are a disgrace to my gang… I can't let this slide."
He smirked, a sinister gleam in his eyes.
"That kid… he humiliated us."
His grin widened.
"And I think it's time I pay him a visit."
The room filled with eerie laughter, as the fate of Ozen took a dark turn.