Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 147 - : DESPERATE TO WIN

Greg coughed up a mouthful of blood, his insides churning as he reverted to his human form. Using Dragon's Tongue to destroy the bracelet had taken a toll on him, but he knew it was worth it.

"Heal," he muttered, casting Dragon's Tongue one final time. He knew he couldn't use it again without risking critical harm to himself.

Greg looked at the crazed expression on Kyle's face, a hint of satisfaction etched on his own. He hadn't asked about Kyle's talent out of idle curiosity—it was a calculated move to confirm one thing: the bracelet's hidden role in Kyle's power.

He had always found it abnormal that Kyle wore such an ugly and ominous bracelet. Kyle, known for his aesthetic preferences, wouldn't have worn something so grotesque unless its function greatly outweighed its appearance.

Greg had also noticed something else—Kyle grew stronger in sync with him. The more Greg buffed himself with Dragon's Tongue, the more powerful Kyle became. The pattern was too consistent to be a coincidence.

"How dare you!!!" Kyle screamed, his bloodshot eyes wild with fury. He truly looked like the incarnate of wrath itself.

"Don't be angry over some bracelet. I can always get you another one. Lately, I've been quite the wealthy young man," Greg mocked.

"I'll kill you!! With or without the bracelet!!" Kyle roared, dashing toward him with claws extended. Several arrows materialized from thin air—different from before. These were honing arrows, each locked onto Greg's location.

Greg gripped his twin swords, waiting calmly as Kyle closed the distance.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

They clashed, steel against claw, exchanging blow after blow with relentless force. Each attack was met with a defense, each defense with a counterstrike. For the first time, Greg could properly react to Kyle's speed and strength. They were evenly matched now.

Kyle's wrath incarnation had bridged the gap between their powers, but it also had limits. And Greg knew it.

Neither was willing to be bested. They pushed themselves harder with each strike, the echo of their battle rumbling across the sky.

But Kyle was the more frustrated of the two. He couldn't sustain this devil form for long. Greg only needed to hold out, to endure, and victory would be his.

Kyle was fighting on a tight clock—like a ticking bomb strapped to his chest. Desperation consumed him, driving him to attack recklessly, hoping to end the battle before his time ran out.

Boom!

Kyle crashed into the ground, a crater forming beneath him. In his desperation, he had left an opening—and Greg, ever vigilant, had seized the chance to land a decisive hit.

Kyle rose slowly, glaring at Greg with pure hatred, as if Greg had murdered his entire family.

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, muttering with grim resolve, "Will Manifestation."

In an instant, Greg and Kyle were sucked into Kyle's inner world.

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Meanwhile…

"How many views?" Jason, the YouTuber, asked eagerly.

"Boss, we've exceeded 200 million! This is insane—it's almost like the whole world is watching!" a crew member replied excitedly.

"Hah! Money! Money! We've struck gold, people!" Jason shouted, throwing his hands up as the entire team erupted in celebration.

Inside the safehouse, however, the atmosphere was far more somber.

"I'm going to support my brother," Annabelle said firmly, her eyes fixed on the screen. Watching her brother take those hits was unbearable.

"I'm afraid you can't go, Anne," Kate replied, her voice calm but resolute, trying to dissuade her.

"But he needs my help!" Annabelle protested, anxiety in her voice as her gaze remained locked on the live broadcast playing on the television.

"And do what?" Kate asked sharply. "Can't you see? Kyle can hurt Greg, which means he can hurt you too. Don't do anything reckless. Your presence will only distract Greg and make things harder for him. Right now, all we can do is pray he wins."

Annabelle fell silent, knowing deep down that Kate was right.

"Please… win, brother," she whispered, sitting back down on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen.

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"Nemesis and Kyle?" Brian whispered, watching the battle play out on the TV with wide, unblinking eyes. The fight between the two was beyond anything he had seen before.

He was utterly absorbed, barely even blinking, afraid of missing a single moment.

"I guess being able to replicate Apocalypse's power in our world really is true," said Chris, lying pale and weak in the hospital bed. His voice was barely audible.

"Yeah," Brian replied softly. "Finally… there's hope to heal you. A real chance for recovery."

His gaze lingered on the screen, but his mind began drifting—pulling him back into painful memories of the past.

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Some time ago...

Chris was dumbfounded.

For some reason, both his parents had lost their jobs on the very same day he was expelled. It didn't take a genius to figure out the reason.

But what he couldn't understand was why. Why would someone go so far as to ruin his family just because he had taken Brian to a gaming café?

It was cruel. Heartbreaking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… it's all my fault this is happening. Please, forgive me," Chris sobbed, tears streaming down his face as guilt crushed him from within.

His parents frowned, turning to their son for an explanation.

Chris explained everything—the café, the incident, and how he believed someone powerful had orchestrated the consequences simply to punish him.

"Come here, son," his mother said gently, pulling him into a warm embrace. "It's not your fault. You did what any good friend would do. The world's just full of terrible people."

"She's right," his father added. "I'm proud of what you did. You've done nothing wrong. Don't blame yourself for this. Your mom and I will handle it. In the meantime, focus on your studies and prepare for your exams, alright?"

Chris nodded, tears still falling.

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Weeks passed since the incident. But things got worse.

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His family was doing worse than before. Finding jobs in the city became nearly impossible. Many employers turned his parents down without explanation—just anxious looks and muttered apologies.

"I'm sorry. I can't risk my business," was the most common excuse.

Chris's parents had no choice but to rely on high-interest loans and grueling menial jobs just to keep the household running.

Unable to bear watching his parents suffer any longer, Chris made a decision.

He would confront the source of their misfortune.

He would meet Brian's parents.